Bitterblack Isle の小説・ストーリー

I am so worried about how bad these dreams get each and every day. I know something is bothering you and as I always say, take me as your best friend and feel free to tell me anything and everything.’ Mariam, Susan’s mother says sweetly to her, to which she nods her head positively. After a little more conversation with her daughter, Mariam retires to her room to continue her sleep. ~> Introduction to characters. Susan Parrish, female protagonists/ Black’s mate. There’s going to be a lot of her POV’s. Jones Black[Abbadon], male protagonist. There maybe a considerable amount of POV’s in his name.

“The salt-mist is thick, but there’s something else down there. A frequency I’ve never seen. It’s like the island is breathing.” Faith stood behind him, her silver eyes fixed on the fog. Through her bond with Killian, she could feel his heart beating fast. He was standing in the back of the ship with the forty sisters, his hand resting on his weapon. He was an Alpha in a place that didn't follow the rules of wolves, and it made his instincts scream. “There,” Faith pointed. The mist parted, revealing a bumpy rock of an island. In the center stood a massive, black lighthouse made of reinforced steel and glass. It didn't look like a normal building: it looked like a giant computer tower stickin

His left eyebrow was slightly raised as he glanced at Little Black with his deep onyx eyes. Little Black nodded his head.“Yes! My job is easy, this island had a lot of spirit beasts. I can smell them.” Little Black said as he closed his eyes while his nose was moving. Zachary, Maximo, Hector, and Little Black already removed the cotton balls from their ears when Little Black started doing what he is assigned to. “Ahh, I can smell the stench of blood.” Little Black suddenly said while looking in front. He was already on the ground since Zachary put him down. “They are quite far away.” Little Black continued.

Every word was coated in the bitterness I couldn’t hide. He stepped down from the stairs slowly and stopped just two steps from me, freeing his hands from his pockets as he stood tall and close—almost too close. I could feel his breath, hot against my skin. My heart thumped, but I clenched my jaw. I wouldn’t back down. Even if his presence shook me to my bones, I refused to show it. “Ivanna,” he said through gritted teeth, his jaw ticking. “Where the fuck are you coming from?”

That damn love! "Bittersines" famous bar in Gangnam district, Seoul. This person wears the familiar black mask of the Bittersines bartender bar, with a smile on his lips. The low, gentle male voice caught the listener's ear and asked the guest in front of him: "What do you need?" The boy with dyed red hair was ruffled, but still couldn't hide the beautiful features of his face. The sharp and attractive square jawline moved slightly, he answered the other's question: "Old Fashioned"

The water was a freezing, ink-black void that threatened to pull the heat from my marrow in seconds. Above us, the island was screaming—the structural groans of a multi-million dollar fortress collapsing under the intense, chemical heat of the phosphorus. White smoke, thick and toxic, billowed out of the cliffside vents, looking like ghostly fingers reaching for the moon. We were floating in the graveyard of our sanctuary, two specks of life in a sea of burning debris.

Seeing a fat squirrel looking at her from the branch, Jessica threw one of the wild fruits in her hand over. Without aim, the fruit fell to the ground, scaring the squirrel away. "Is it fun?" Blake stood behind her. Jessica knew it was him when she heard his footsteps, so she didn't look back. She said, "It's worth it to buy this island by Mo Feitong." She really liked this place. "When I came here just now, I saw a pheasant and a black goat." Blake picked up the leaves from her hair and said, "I'll buy an island too. We'll live in retirement. It's called Xiang Island. Only the two of us can live on the island. No one can come here."

Layla frowned at the word party. "You don't have to come if you don't want to",Riven assured her quickly when he noticed the panicked expression on her face. Layla went quiet, thinking about how a party would be. "Why is it called a black and white party?",she asked after contemplating it. "It's an annual ball that is thrown to honour the moon goddess",Riven explained. "The white is the colour of the moon, and the black is for the earth of the island"