Bitterblack Isle Novels & Stories

Isabel was sitting on the bottom step of the staircase staring at her mate who was on the couch in the living room staring at the TV with a blank expression on his face. She sat there deep in contemplation. How does she approach her mate after treating him so badly? She was filled with guilt and remorse for almost killing her mate. Unlike her wolf, her beast wasn’t easy to tame, that was why she had no control of her actions in the last couple of hours. It shows up whenever she is in a very difficult situation or when her anger is at its peak. Ever since Isabel found her mate, she has made a concerted effort to conceal her beast, by frequently suppressing her anger because she feared that he

Even though the water met the sea, it had no taste of salt or any rot that the brine carried. "We head west next." Nathaniel's voice brought him from his thoughts. "Toward the Aigle Isles. They're more populated and there's someone there I know from a prior visit. I ain't too sure about botherin' anyone here. They seem amiable enough but I know full well they can turn at the drop of a pin." The words confirmed to Thomas that something was deeply wrong. Casting a chill over him that was not as welcoming as that of the waters. It clung to him, like mould, and would remain that way for some time.

And, I didn't expect a stranger to understand that. Black Isle was the bane of my existence.

We have 28 members, and the first six—us—have our own full suites in a specific tower. I’m currently supervising the shifting of Raven to the attic so we can fit Billie in the tower when it’s time, when Dominic comes up to me. “Think we got it all, big man.” He hands me a flash drive. “Billie?” I ask. “Billie Marie Black. Born nineteen years ago in Wilson, Massachusetts. From the scuzzier human suburbs of Boston. The ghost towns.” “What’s she doing in Rhode Island?”

It's been too long. "Alright, the bride is ready." Elise announces playfully as she helps me to stand. This white dress is so white I'm afraid I won't be eating much tonight, or drink any colored beverage for that matter. I did ask Jacq to pick something colored but she told me the dress code for female guests is white, as they are saving penguins tonight. Like seriously, the benefit is held to raise fund for penguins, hence the black for gents, and white for the ladies. Cliche.

it tastes like old spells. It’s a ward, she explained. To keep the Empire out. We are almost through. Suddenly, the mist thinned. They burst out of the gray and into a world of jagged black rock and stormy skies. The Shattered Isles. It looked like a mountain range that had been smashed by a giant’s hammer and left to drown in the sea. Hundreds of islands, some no bigger than a house, others miles wide, jutted out of the dark water. They were connected by precarious rope bridges and zip-lines.

How can there be a cliff here on an island? Breathless and trembling, I turn away from the abyss, the lingering echoes of the Sorceress's demise haunting the air. The paranormal energy that saturated the battleground now takes on a spectral quality, as if the very island itself mourns the passing of a malevolent force. My focus shifts to the Black Wolf. Something is wrong. I need to get back to her. I race through the forest, trying to call out to her through my mind but all I can feel is her pain.

“Come, I’ll help you down.” The girl climbed out of her seat and was slowly put to the ground by Aiden. Ajax followed her next. They found themselves in a huge city. People were staring at them as they walked past the roads. “Where are we?” “Blackwater Isle.” Aiden replied to her. “Take my arm if you want.” “Thanks.” Lei accepted the offer as her limbs were still aching from the attack. She roamed her eyes elsewhere. This was the first time she had traveled somewhere else aside from the Midnight City.

The sound wrapped around her bones. Her breath hitched. She caught it fast. Don’t flinch. “North?” Draven asked. Marla spoke, voice bright. “We’ve had howls across the ridge near Blackwater, but not on our side. Probably nothing but strays.” “Probably?” Draven said without looking at her. Marla hesitated. “It could be the Bitterpine pack testing distance. They lost two hunters this winter. They’re restless.” Draven’s jaw ticked. “Kade.”