The Woman In Black Novels & Stories

“You’re imagining things.” “Am I?” Neither of us spoke. Because deep down we both knew I wasn’t. The knock came again. This time it was urgent. Vivian and I exchanged glances. “Come in.” The door opened. A woman dressed entirely in black stepped inside. Her hair was neatly packed beneath a cap. A black face mask covered half her face. The moment I saw her expression, my stomach sank. Something was wrong. Very wrong. “Ma.” Vivian crossed her arms.

Something ancient and powerful. "This way," Garrick says, leading us down a hallway. We pass several doors before reaching what looks like an old conference room. And inside, sitting at a long table, is a woman I've never seen before. She's probably in her fifties, with iron-gray hair and hawk-like features. She's wearing all black, and there's something about her presence that screams danger. "Ah, excellent." The woman stands. "The whole family. How convenient." "Who the hell are you?" Reign demands.

haunted. A woman dressed in a black lace gown stood with her back turned to them. Slowly, she turned to face them. The moment her face came into view, both Devon and his mother froze, their hearts beating wildly. The middle aged woman was undeniably beautiful, yet there was something deeply wrong about her. Shadows seemed trapped around her eyes, her lips were black as ink, and dark veins lurked beneath her pale skin like evil slowly consuming her from within. She was one with darkness.

I couldn't help but notice muttering in the background as we went. "Does she appear to be Prince Viktor's destined bride?" a woman inquired. My attention was drawn to her by the sound of her voice, which led me to the source of the inquiry, where I saw the woman in a dazzling black gown with jewels adorning her body, who was in a beautiful state of health and who appeared to be from a huge family. "She is, Elize, and from what I've heard, she is not a werewolf, but a human," the woman standing next to her said.

I was trapped. A low chuckle echoed from the darkest corner. The woman stepped forward. Tall, unnaturally thin, wearing the same black coat. Her skin was deathly pale, stretched tight over sharp bones. Her eyes were completely black—endless voids. Her smile stretched too wide, revealing needle-thin teeth.

I snap my head back to the dancefloor and squint my eyes again, focusing on the women. Okay, the lawyer is wearing red, the woman wearing the sparkly dress is Amalia, which means the woman in black is… Shit! That’s Eva?! “Judging by how much your eyes are bugging out right now, you didn’t recognize her,” Angelo says, laughing with Matteo joining him. Malakes. “Let me guess, never seen this side of Eva?” Matteo asks with a knowing smirk. “Uh, no. She’s always been, uhm, well, reserved and like, in mother/teacher mode.”

The room instantly went silent as a mean and terrifying-looking woman suddenly entered the hall. She was dressed in complete black from head to toe. Even her makeup was dark, and I noticed how everyone seemed to hold their breath as her sharp, dark eyes swept across the room. “So,” she said icily, “you women are the ones here to satisfy my brother this month?” A look of disgust and contempt immediately twisted her features as she said that. No one answered her, but then I noticed how everyone was beginning to look uncomfortable. “Tell me… don’t you women get tired of whoring yourselves for him?”

Sometimes I'm scared it might go wrong and I would be left behind all alone. I backed away when the light went out. Then S&M by Rihanna played in the background. Cause I maybe bad But I'm perfectly good at it Sex in the air I don't care I love the smell of it It was the woman in blackleather. She was still wearing her half mask and now she was holding a rope? She was dancing infront of Zach while he was frozen into place. Her black hair was really long. Her heels are too high. Sticks and stones May break my bones

“But please…just consider it once.” Silence fell again. Complete silence. Even the wind had gone still. From the corner of my eye, I noticed figures beginning to gather in the distance now—witches standing between the houses, watching us carefully with unreadable expressions. Then suddenly— A sound flickered through the air. Soft. Almost like fire crackling. And a woman appeared before us out of nowhere. One second there was empty space. The next— She stood there dressed entirely in black, silver jewelry glinting against her dark skin, long matted hair falling over her shoulders as though the shadows themselves had shaped her into existence.

"Is everyone in this family horrible?" "Not everyone." She pulled out another photo that made her expression tighten with something like disgust. "But some are worse than horrible." The woman in the photo was stunning. Maybe late forties, with perfectly styled blonde hair, flawless skin, and the kind of beauty that looked expensive to maintain. But her eyes were empty. Cold in a way that had nothing to do with calculation and everything to do with cruelty. "Isabella Blackwood. Vincent's wife. Damien and Marcus's mother." I stared at the photo. "Vincent is married?"