The Woman In Black Novels & Stories

Because that wasn’t what we’d expected. Not even close. The woman looked directly at Isabella. Her eyes filled with sorrow. “She succeeded.” A cold feeling settled into my chest. Because somehow… that sounded much worse. The woman stood. Slowly. Carefully. Like every movement hurt. “The problem is what she succeeded in doing.” Lightning flashed outside. The entire council hall glowed silver. And for one brief second— every symbol on the woman’s robes lit up. Not gold. Not silver. Black. Dark as midnight.

That wretched scream, and laughter, soft feminine, terrible voice. A woman emerged from the haze. Her dress flickered like shadow and flame. Her hair fell in a thick and tangled way around her shoulders, strands silver as black as nightmares. Zaira Blackthorn. I did not know how I knew her name, but I knew. The same way, I knew that she was a witch. "Such chaos," she whispered, voice like smoke and poison. "So much effort to protect something you were destined to lose." Behind her floated symbols drawn in blood, pulsing with sickly green light. I tried to run forward, to throw myself at her, to stop her, but my body would not move. My feet were rooted. My throat locked.

But he had to endure it for the old man's sake. The clicking of heels was heard coming towards them. Each step was alarming and raised the heartbeats of the people present in the hall. The hall fell into an eerie silence. The woman in black with her amber eyes resembling that of a wild beast. Her long raven black hair darker than the devil's soul and a smirk that could even cheat the devil himself. 'The Goddess of destruction.'

After a while, I open them slowly by slowly as I adjust and the sight at the door makes my hair, literally every hair on my body, stand on edge. There, at the door, is the biggest woman I have ever seen. She is about six five and she is wearing all black. She looks like how I imagine evil ghosts look. She even has a mask on and the mask is also black. "Hello queen?" she says and that voice sends chills down my spine.

He says. “I would rather die, father,” I say again. "NO... Don't do this, Amber... please don't!" A woman screams. She whimpers uncontrollably. Her hand up to her chest as if she was suffocating, and perhaps she is. I turn to look, it is a lady in a dark navy dress with a white bonnet over her head. Our eyes meet, those beautiful dark eyes, framed in a red line, bloodshot. My mother.

You are nothing but a drop of water in an ocean that extends itself to the depths of the world. • • • THE ROOM was dim, the dead silence illuminating. At the center of the grandeur place stands a woman adorn in a white simple dress. Her hair was a flowing black river with eyes that seemed to have lost their colors because of the reoccurring thunderstorm and pale, grayish lips as though they had been a living corpse. I bit my lip at the emergence of heavy panting. The sound of a beast huffing as though it was devouring its prey.

“You know that –” “Know that what!?” came a woman’s shriek. They all turned to see a woman marching towards them from down the hallway. She, too, was dressed in all black, with long, flowing red hair that trailed past her shoulders, and large, shiny green eyes. She was tall, ageless, and strikingly beautiful. Caitlin felt humbled in her presence, like she had just shrunk. This was a woman. Or was it…vampire? Whatever she was, she was a creature that Caitlin could never compete with. She felt deflated, prepared to concede Caleb to whoever she was.

A cold pressure suddenly filled the council room. The candles flickered violently while dark smoke slowly spread beneath the doors and windows. “Everyone stay alert,” Rylan ordered immediately. Warriors moved forward while Maya quickly backed away from the center of the room. The smoke gathered together slowly near the middle of the council room. Then a woman appeared from the darkness. Tall. Pale. Dressed completely in black. Silver markings covered parts of her neck and hands while her cold eyes moved calmly across the room. She looked completely relaxed despite standing inside an enemy territory surrounded by wolves, witches, and vampires.

She'd moved so fast he didn't hear her footsteps. The woman's sinewy frame was clad in billowing robes of black, her slick hair pulled straight back. Two spiraling horns emerged from her hair, and her skin was pearly white. "You're supposed to sign this" He moved closer to the woman, the blahs blahs in his outstretched hands. He stopped short as he got close to her, the package between them. Her eyes were twin pools of swirling darkness, all black: pupils, white and all. His eyes seemed to be trapped in hers, as he couldn't look away even as he tried. It was the scariest thing he'd ever seen.

The air was still, like the world itself was holding its breath. Dry trees rattled in the distance. The earth was cracked and uneven, and the mist crawling over the ground gave it the feel of a graveyard long abandoned. The silence was so complete, it was deafening - like even the ghosts had stopped to watch what was about to unfold. From the north, Shivesh and Natasha came walking. Both dressed in black. Faces tight. Expressions unreadable - but the fear in their eyes wasn't hidden. Natasha's fingers clutched her clothes tighter, the chill crawling deeper than her bones.