The Woman In Black Novels & Stories

I lifted my chin even higher. “And I will not let anyone. Annabelle Callahan, her dead mother, Ronan, Miranda Chen, or whatever puppet master stands behind them—take anything from me.” My reflection softened, transforming back into the woman people feared, envied, whispered about. Victoria Blackthorne. Cold. Calculated. Dangerous. I exhaled slowly and crossed the room, retrieving my phone from the floor. The screen was cracked, but functional. Fitting. A war was starting—of course something had to break.

Then I told her why don't she do it besides Daniella was not here and the woman said Sasha and I are enough to fight. I released the breath I was holding, saying so much is enough for being an elder sister suddenly I got a kick on my face which makes my long hair to cover my face and when I removed my hair, I saw it was the woman in black and with the anger in her, I can tell she is one in charge of the dragon. "How dare you block my view and let that riffraff kill my dragon," she let out with anger. I stared at her with anger, and I attacked back by kicking on her face. Then I waited for her next action. I saw as her eyes widened in surprise and shocked calli

Was she experiencing another vision? "You're all stubborn and insufferable." A sickeningly sweet voice made Willow's skin crawl. A woman, with skin as white as the moon and a satin black dress that left little to the imagination. Her flowing black hair was like a curtain of silk down her back, but what startled Willow was the black fleshed fingers the woman contained. "Karmina." Willow tried to sound confident, but the abrupt confrontation took her off guard. "Where am I?"

I burst out laughing; this woman is quite funny! - You wanted to play with me? Do you know who you attacked? You want to play in the big leagues, miss. Who are you? And who sent you? - What are you talking about? My darling? - What are you doing here without me? We see my queen entering. We turn to her; damn, she's beautiful! She's wearing an all-black outfit, from head to toe, even her boots are black! She has her hair up in a loose bun that gives her a goddess of death look! She's also terrifying right now. She radiates an aura of great power!

she asked the white-and-black woman. She looked around, there was no one but the them. Even, there were no other living beings. It looks like this kingdom was empty and uninhabited. "Come with me. I'll show you everything." Even the white-and-black woman looked very unique. She was extraordinarily beautiful, indeed. She was wearing a luxurious white dress. Her hair, skin, crown, and even jewellery were all white. The only black on her were her eyebrows, pupils, eyelashes, and lips.

Almost tripped. I opened my eyes. A woman stood in the doorway. So pretty it hurt to look at her. Long dark hair in loose waves. Skin like cream. Red dress that hugged every curve. Lips painted deep wine. Eyes sharp but soft. She looked like an angel who decided to visit hell. She tilted her head. Looked around the room. At the chains. At the blood on the floor. At me strapped down. Then at the woman in black. The woman in black swallowed hard. Voice shook a little. “Oh… she’s a new girl. We were… suspecting her to be a spy or something. Because she is a terrible dancer.”

Let her misunderstand it and not target me! "Hihihih. I see~" The woman emerged from the darkness. She was wearing a black nightgown. They were purple marks around her throat. There was also a rope in both of her hands and feet. It was soaked with blood. I gulped. For some reason, I can sense what happened to her and what made her grieved and become a vengeful demon. She was a beautiful woman. She could pass as a C-rate actress. However, her sharp nails, demonic eyes and those loud licking sounds she did like something delcious was in front of her gave a lot of minus in her over-all appearance.

She asked. “Remove this woman from my building.” He growled, looking at the woman who had just confessed her undying love to him. “No, please, Mr. Black. I love you. I know I could be better than the woman here! She yelled once she realized what was happening. The woman Mr. Black called, walked over to the woman and took her by the arm. “Please follow me, miss. If you don't, then I will have no other choice but to call security.” The woman threatens.

The Cage's Mansion as expected was heavily guarded, it almost seemed like a fight was going on with the amount of securities available there. "Babies" They heard a woman's voice and the three of them turned to the source, to see Woman in a White floral dress. Her Ink Black hair was made into a messy bun and her glassy blue eyes held pure delight. She looked like someone in her early thirties but looks could be deceiving as she was older. She ran up to them and pulled the three of them in her embrace. She was shorter compared to them but still managed to grab the three at the same time.

A delayed-delivery video, set to trigger only when the Titan system registered Silas Blackwood’s heart had officially stopped. My fingers trembled as I tapped the screen. The video began. It wasn't a clip of Silas. It was a grainy, high-definition feed from a sun-drenched room in a location I didn't recognize. In the center of the frame sat a woman. She was older, her hair a shock of elegant white, her eyes a piercing, familiar blue. She was beautiful, but there was a hardness in her expression that made the air around me feel even colder. She was the woman from the photo. The mother they said was dead.