The Woman In Black Novels & Stories

I am the last daughter of Andora and they will feel my power. The woman in black catches my eye again, as she stares in disbelief as the echoes begin to systematically move through the enemy sucking the life forces of everyone they come in contact with. I raise my hand, finger pointed to the woman in black, “Kill her.” I command an echo. The woman in black lifts her head, nose twitching, nostrils flaring. She caught a scent of something. Her eyes shift and land on me then dart to the echo almost upon her. “Morgan! No!” I see Finn racing toward the woman in black “St

The woman was then pulled to the ground, lying on her back. However, the woman did not wake up after she was grabbed with such great force before being thrown to the ground. She should have been drugged by something, leading her to fall unconscious. “Damn, it's this filthy b*tch! She even wanted to kill me, but fortunately, I was prepared,” Black Water cursed after seeing the woman's face. Then he said, “Somebody, take her away. I’ll decide how I’ll torture her after she wakes up. When I’m satisfied with her, you all will get a turn too.”

The mono-eyed woman gradually gathers herself and hands her a cup of gruel. “It's with pleasure to have you again!” Christine exclaimed, holding her around her waist and supporting the cup for her to drink. The Mon-eyed was on her swift fingers stitching Ariana’s dress. A Scratch of sweeping brooms near the door as charwoman swiftly cleansed the pavements, shocked Christine near death. That was not a creaking ideal for her but a knocking that vehemently probed its urgency. “Inform the majesty, they are here. “A voice is heard at the door. The sound crumped her heart, tore into pieces and threw it into the agony of no hope.

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Mago’s face darkened with a rage that chilled me to the bone. He grabbed my arm and slammed me against the wall. I gasped as the impact sent pain shooting through my shoulder. I felt trapped, his fury radiating off him like a storm. Before he could speak, the woman let out an exaggerated sigh and rolled her eyes. “Tch! What a drama,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest. “I don’t like to be involved in this ridiculous mess.” She tossed her hair and shot Mago an annoyed glance. “I came here for fun, not to get dragged into some pathetic soap opera.”

Upon reaching the railings attached to the balcony, the man smashed the middle pillar, the woman falling right down. “Blood!” He snatched the woman midair, his teeth piercing her neck almost immediately. She groaned, screaming as blood absconded from the marks. “Mama!!!!” Sounds of little children emanate, the wind defying the laws of nature—moving in two opposite directions. The ground felt heavy beneath my leg, vibrations coursing through me. I managed to grab a streetlight, holding onto it despite the screeching sounds. Cars began to blare, roofs crumbling before me. I could barely see, my eyes shutting. Roars began to emanate, the temperature changing at different wavelengths. I hated th

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.

The air was dry as new memories popped up. Unbearable memories suddenly appear in front of me. Kai and Jax had left in the view. I'm on the ground being pushed over by a big, furious man. The silver dagger was in his grip. "Lord Kaizel, run. Save yourself from m─" A woman in a black silk gown, red eyes, and a black aura. Werewolves and Vampires everywhere. They are attacking her, but why? Who is she? Lord Kaizel...?

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.

Soon, Black emerged out of the corner with Tyson following behind him closely. This time, the woman didn’t try to hide her face. She stood up and intentionally bumped into a man on her way out to draw attention to herself. Black glanced over at what got everyone’s attention at the door, enough to make them jump to their feet with a surprised and concerned look. His searching gaze landed on a strange lady dressed in a red gown. He didn’t bother to look at her face before he knew that her body must be what these rich greedy men are after. He maintained his cold eyes and decided to wait till these men would finish their fake caring and clear off the door. He didn’t want to use his power by aski

The doors were unlocked and the black woman entered the room, her steps silent, she freed her face from the scarf and hijab and approached the armchair, looking at the half-open door to the terrace. "Are you all right, Your Highness?" – She asked an inattentive Karila. — What? – The princess asked confused, her eyes going to Normani's face which stirred to look at her better. Karila clumsily motioned for her to move another armchair so they could sit side by side, and the black woman did so, losing her eyes to the photograph in the powerful woman's hands, deep down he feared that she was having relapses of conscience.