Bitterblack Isle Novels & Stories

Chapter 53: Bitter Entanglement Alain's Bedroom, The Salt Mill Tavern, Fifth And Main, Boylesten, England (1763)... A rolling storm had been of no consequence to the two young lovers coupled inside the room at The Salt Mill Tavern, on Fifth and Main. The noises within had been thankfully drowned out by the crackle of thunder and the flashes of lightning had been of no issue to two people who needed only their bodies enmeshed to adhere to their most basic of carnal needs. The frequent moans that escaped the pinked lips of the young redhead peasant filled the room as the occasional grunts and groaning from the handsome young noble lad hard at work drilling his impressive appendage inside the t

She held up a grin, blood dripping from her mouth. "Let's do this…" I gulped down the last drops of blood from the bottle, sending her instructions with my eyes. The humans had all run into their homes, giving us a proper sight of the mountains. As we closed the gap between us and the mountain, I couldn't believe my eyes. Long silver rods stood at opposite ends, flames burning between them. A black seal held the silver bars in place, stopping it from opening. "Sire, we have to hurry; the inscriptions in the clouds have begun to fade." Sabrina let out. She was trying her best not to give up having only strength and agility alone.

Stark places where menace walked, natural and unnatural, where even nightbirds chose to hide and take to roost rather than sing their evening songs. The Island was of the latter. Angell Island was named after Clarissa St. Angell, first woman from the township of Blackwater Valley ever to graduate college and actually earn a degree. She had been born into poverty out on the remote island in the year 1860, and the poverty of the place had only increased since then. Along with the decay and disrepair.

"We can't fight a ghost in the dark. We need to know who is left." She turned the final page of the heavy book, her finger stopping near a small, ink-stained entry at the very bottom margin. "There was a second bloodline," Isolde rasped, her pale eyes rising to meet mine with a look of profound, chilling realization. "Planted thirty years ago, right after the eastern quarry fell." Selene stepped away from the window, walking quickly to the edge of the desk. "Where?" Isolde pointed a trembling finger at the faded ink. "The House of Blackwood," the old woman whispered. "Last known location: the Iron Reach, a border pack currently allied with no one."

They didn't see us as a threat because we're not exactly human, and we didn't look like that either, yet they weren't friendly, so we left them alone, and they left us alone. At some point, when we walked nearby the trees, we thought we saw them moving, so I think one of the many things that can happen there is that you can get lost easily if the weird water from the rain doesn't do harm to you." "Oh, that's interesting. I wonder if the regular rain from the storm changes something in the black rain." "Why are you so curious about the island all of a sudden?" "Well, it's an interesting place. I remember Dom told me a thing or two, but never too detailed. He mentioned it was called the Dark P

I heard someone said will I don't mind, Then they greet each other and Kenzo gives her a mic, "Is this all about the island?" I heard scarlet says, "yes" GP replied what island?. "So we have this So-called new island, It will be the Black Angel Society's first-ever Island open in business next month and it will be monitored by King Kenzo, an island.." she said then a video of a beautiful island picture on the screen.

Luca asked, voice still rough with sleep. “Better.” Zayne tapped his own temple. “Well she said it's like following a smell you can’t quite name.” Elara moved quietly, folding the blanket, her movements were precise, but her eyes kept drifting to Luca, as if reassuring herself he was real. “The Blackwater source is deep in the northern wastes.” she said softly. “It is a land of dead trees and silent birds, the packs avoid that land, because the magic there is… old and hungry.” “Sounds cozy.” I grunted, pushing myself to stand. A sharp pull in my side made me suck in a breath Luca was at my elbow instantly.

the old woman replied moving close to them while they stride their step backwards. "Oh wait, wait right there," Eddie said. "What did you call this place again? " all asked to be sure of what they heard. "Isle of the Blessed " Nimuë replied. "What, what is that and what does that have to do with us? " Susannah asked. "You're here because you need to be here.

And in the center of the sea, stood a silent island. A barren island made of black rock, devoid of any vegetation. “This is…Alcatel?” Hayley murmured. “No…” Alia’s pupils constricted sharply. “Radar…the radar…is showing nothing! This island…it physically…doesn’t exist!” “It’s ‘swallowing’ radar waves,” Jack said in a low voice. He could feel the “keyhole” in his chest resonating intensely with the island, yearning to be “filled.” “We’re landing.” They changed into their combat suits from inside the submarine. Jack, carrying Catherine, and the group silently boarded a small landing craft and landed on the black, solidified lava-like island.

"The price just went up. And if I find out you’re lying about why you want him, I’m going to come back here and show you exactly how 'sirens' sound when they’re screaming." Lity flinched. The reputation of the Blackwell-Nelblack duo was built on a foundation of bodies and successful hunts. They were the apex predators of Saati Town. "Fine," Lity whispered. "Just bring me Timothy Gal." The elevator ride down was silent until the doors hissed shut. "You’re thinking about it," Gideon said, glancing at Kan in the mirrored walls. "Thinking about what?" "Fucking him," Gideon replied simply. "You’ve been staring at that photo like you want to eat him alive."