Bitterblack Isle Novels & Stories

“We’re seeing higher energy levels with each one. If this pattern holds, the remaining fractures will be even more dangerous.” Jamie slumped into a chair, rubbing his temples. “Great. So, what’s next? A fracture that tries to eat us alive?” Crane didn’t respond, his focus on the map. “There’s one here,” he said, pointing to a glowing point near the coastline. “The Isle of Ash. It’s isolated, which means the force can manifest more freely without interference.” Vivienne frowned. “Isolated? How do we even get there?” “We’ll take the ferry,” Crane said. “Haverstone used it for his fieldwork. It should still be operational.”

“I don’t know. I don’t even think about it. I don’t like to think about unhappy people. It brings me down.” They rounded a small hilltop, and there, in the distance, sat a crumbling stone ruin, about twenty feet high, the remnant of a fortification from the castle, half-submerged in the river. It was separated from the island, out in the river about ten feet. And there, standing on top of it, glaring down at them, stood Blake. He held a spear in one hand and, standing the way he was, his back to the river and the open sky, he looked like he was the last warrior left on earth.

Isabelle takes my hands and tells me to close my eyes. I don't know what to expect from this, but with the sound everyone is making I start to feel dizzy and when Olivia starts shaking the magic maraca she asked to have I feel like... "We're done," someone says. It’s Isabelle. She lets go of my hands and gets up from the floor. The sky is super dark now, the magic maraca is no longer shaking. And I don't understand why she's saying we're done, I just dozed off for one second, "This is delicate, you can all go first. I'll talk to Andy in private."

He’s not judgmental, which is very high quality in my opinion. The terrace door is open, I step outside and spot someone sitting on a small table. I recognize the Black Tiger in his all-leather outfit. He’s peacefully smoking his cigarette while his eyes are resting on the moonlight and his mind travelling elsewhere. I hesitate to move closer at first, but I don’t have any reason to fear him. It’s not like the building belongs to him.

“That would be me. My name is Jasper Zane, Alpha of Crimson peaks. I seek to have an audience with the Alpha and Luna of Deep into the woods pack.” The woman's gaze darkened, “Why do you seek an audience with the Alpha and Luna of this pack.” “For business.” Jasper said, not letting himself be overwhelmed by the woman's gaze. “I am Zaria North, the Beta of Deep into the woods so you better tell me what business you have with the Alpha and Luna. I won't let you see them until you are straight with me.”

Jasmin covered Camellia’s eyes. “Why can’t I see?” She complained. “You’re too young sweetie.” Her mother replied. “Looks like she found her other half.” Leo said holding Jasmin. Jasmin nodded and rested her head on his chest. “I wonder who will win though.” Angelina said. “What do you mean?” Leo asked. “Both of them don’t like to be controlled. So I wondering who will give up first.” “The one who loves the most will give up first.” Jasmin told her.

We’ve got an exciting itinerary filled with beaches, jungles, waterfalls and lots of smiles. I promise I won’t sound so sappy in the actual blog, but it’ll be fun to write (and hopefully to read) and Jamaica will be the topic of my first post. So if you’re ever curious, please stop in and give it a read and subscribe if you’d like! I heard something drop and the sound of shattering glass in the other room. “Babe, are you okay in there? Did something break?” I called out. “I was pouring us some wine but I think Brian knocked the glass out of my hand. He’s probably still upset at me for stealing his girl,” he yelled back.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

The old lighthouse had been dark for years. Perched on the jagged edge of Widow’s Point, the Black Hollow Lighthouse had been abandoned since the night Keeper Alden Rowe vanished without a trace. No one had taken the position after that. Some said he’d fallen. Others whispered the sea had claimed him for a debt long unpaid. Mara didn’t believe in sea-debts. But she knew what she saw. Three flashes. Evenly spaced. Deliberate. The pattern repeated. Her little brother, Toby, burst into her room. “Did you see it?”

“Is there any powerful pack hidden away from the known territories?” I nodded, not wanting to give the necklace a chance to take over me. If I asked quickly and willingly, if I could keep some control, maybe, just maybe, I could slip in a question of my own. “Iskareth Hollow,” I read aloud. “Home to dark witches and banished packs.” Xareth leaned forward, intrigued. “Where is it located?” “South. Eleven days of travel… hidden within a cave.” He nodded slowly, as though piecing together some ancient puzzle in his mind. The book remained open in my lap, this was my chance.