Were Moabites Black Novels & Stories

Multiple sets, approaching from different directions. We were surrounded. I signalled my team to defensive positions just as figures emerged from behind the rocks. Twenty wolves, all in matching black uniforms bearing a symbol I did not recognise. A silver moon with a crack through it. “Aria Moonstone,” the leader said, stepping forward. She was middle-aged, grey streaking her dark hair, her expression cold and fanatical. “The last true abomination. Your existence is an offence to the Moon Goddess. We are here to correct that mistake.”

Eliza nods and fights back the tears, “She was.” She pockets the picture again, “But this Voodoo-Witch might know her, and if he does then I know he’s the one.” Molly nods, and then the door opens again. She turns to see Abimelech and a tall thin black man. He has a long face, a well-trimmed bushy beard, wide full lips and a long Nubian nose. His eyes are dark-brown and almost black and the glow that Witch’s eyes have looks odd with his eyes as dark as they are.

Cosmo, no longer at my side, stands a dozen feet away, his gaze fixed on me with disgust and irritation that cuts deep. I lift my head, the sensation a bit strange as the muscles in my neck are new to this form. I can't stand yet, my limbs still awkward beneath me. I glance down to try to figure out where to put my paws and how to… Black fur. I stared at it. Why do I have black fur? It should be white. All silver moon pack wolves have white fur. And all Crim son dawn pack wolves have gray fur. The shadow moon pack is home of the Brute wolves.

"Clearly it didn't." His eyes taper to slits. His lips purse. I know his type. Go on, Damon. Prove yourself. Show me you're not a coward. "I'm not a coward." It's not a statement. It's almost like a plea. "I know what you're doing." "No, you don't." My arm locks around his neck. I drag him closer. “What is the Black-Mojo?” “You’re asking the wrong person here,” Damon's voice is hoarse. “It’s Pakhan’s thing and… and Yosef. Caleb knew about it, too. Lydia, too, maybe. I don’t know.”

Stone greeted and the girl who sat on Stone's lap got up and swung her ass towards Jason. "So you are the famous Black Moon. I've heard a lot about you, but despite that, I want to hear from you" she sucked her lower lip and brought it out gently all wet, the girl had a small black butterfly mask, her eyes were painted black and her lips too. She wore black leather gloves which stopped right at her elbow, and her bra and panties made of net were all black. Everything she had on was black, including her heeled boots. "Stone, get to the deal " his voice echoed in the room. From Stone, Jason averted his gaze to the flirty lady

Jacob replied "So,they're not the real Jews?" Malik asked "Have they ever went into captivity led by ships to be sold by their enemies?" Jacob asked "No" Malik replied "There you go" "So,the real Hebrew Jews are black?" Malik asked "Not just black but also the Hispanics and Native Americans because they fit these curses,too. Those people that's in Jerusalem right now that's claiming to be Jews are fakes" Sophia replied "Impostors!" Jennifer said "Complete liars" Jacob added

I must say, Mobali is a very hot man; I mean, he ranked 1 in the top five hottest Alphas. His jet black hair was neatly arranged, and his beard was also neatly shaven. He wore a gray shirt, leaving two buttons open to view his hard toned chest. Heat rose to my cheeks, making me cough nervously, covering my part of my face with my hand. “Yes, apparently the boys aren't done with their training, and it was a prank call; of course we already dealt with them specially and they won’t ever try it in their miserable wolf lives.” I mentally winced, pitying the werewolves, as I couldn't even imagine the type of punishment Mobali and Dwayne would have given them.

He was completely black from head to toe, with the gold tint of a nose ring and the too-bright whites of his eyes being the only thing of light in his body, coupled with the gold bands around his large wrists and ankles. “Welcome! Welcome welcome Gobar of the Dark Moon!” I bellowed, rising from my throne and throwing my hands in the air to rile the stunned courtesans and attendees standing in the aisles like fangirls lusting after the beast. The Dark descendant gave no reaction to my greetings, his shoulders flexing as he strode forward, his minotaur-like figure, the fangs I had seen so clearly that night, curved and jagged and blindingly white, too many teeth for any normal wolf to possess

She wore robes that might once have been white but had turned gray with age and accumulated ice crystals. And around her, arranged in a perfect circle, were twelve crystal goblets filled with liquid of various colors. "A prophet," Mom said quietly. "I've heard of them. People who've spent so long near the Maw that they can see the probability streams. They go mad, but their madness gives them sight."