Black Lagoon Novelas e Histórias

The only sounds were the hollow, deafening roar of the subterranean river and the crunch of our boots on wet, frost-kissed gravel. After twenty minutes of careful scrambling across slick river stones, we reached the coordinates marked on the parchment: a massive, horseshoe-shaped amphitheater of black basalt where a roaring waterfall cascaded down from a high fissure, completely blanketing a dark, recessed alcove behind a curtain of white water. "That's it," I whispered, feeling the familiar, low-frequency hum of the blue resonance quicken inside my veins. The magic within me was reacting to something massive hidden deep within the mountain—a resonant echo calling out through miles of solid

She gazed at Jeff and shrugged. “Well then where is she?” That question remained unanswered as we sat down to munch on delicious sandwiches and cakes. The name Black lake was apt for the lake. The reflection of trees on the water’s shiny surface and the dead leaves that collected at the bottom of the water gave it a characteristic black color. Fishes splashed in the water that ran downstream in rapid currents, there was a wooden sign that read: NO LITTERING at one corner. A feet distance away from us was what appeared to get the remnant of a fire, there was a rusted fish hook among the debris.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

It’s like a book elegantly bound But in a language that you can’t read just yet…’ “Hi, guys! It’s a beautiful morning in San Diego and I’m here with the latest updates on ‘Black & White’ trilogy! I must say your feedback up to this point, is absolutely fantastic and I’m looking forward to making lots of progress on the edits for the third book, ‘Crimson Love’. I know a lot of you are anxious for info, so I hope to have an official release date for you as well as a cover reveal by the same time next week. I hope more of you will jump on board and take this romantic trip with all of you, already loyal fans, and with yours truly.” Everly grinned and fist-pumped. “Also, I’ve started an all-new s

Billy twirled dramatically, making us chuckle. “But you should be the one to hold the black obsidian,” He said and walked to hand over the paper bag which the obsidian was in, to me. “Are you ready?” Damien asked me and I nodded. Taking that as their cue, they helped me get into my wheelchair and after that, we headed to the artificial pond which Lilian called the Behek. Reaching there with Rand leading the way, we were all marveled when we caught sight of the pond. The place in which the pond was, was like a cave. It looked magical because the water in the pond sparkled.

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"Their backs are turned: they're on the edge of the garden. We'll move out slowly, then walk to the edge of the forest. Then we'll escape together. Alright?" I nodded. "Alright." He offered his hand to me and I slipped my fingers into his. However tanned he looked, his hand was as cold as ice. "Ready?" He asked, and I nodded in the affirmative. And together we slowly stood up from under the table. Again the sight of several dead people met my eyes. It was hard to look away, hard to ignore the blood and the unseeing eyes and the cold, deathly silence. Hard to see where people had once dined on my account, flowing with blood. My heart was broken beyond fixing.

ASHTON Against my misguided judgment, my ‘run into things without thinking it through’ attitude, we go back to the complex giving me more time to prepare. Black Lagoon is the shadiest underground club in Moss Creek. Admission is tough to get and those who enter don’t always come out the same…or come out at all.

Moonlight spilled across the floor, soft and silver. Sleep came slowly. But when it did, it came like a storm. --- The dream began in silence. Then came the growl. Low. Mournful. Agonized. Lydia stood in a cavernous room, lit only by flickering torches mounted to cold, damp stone walls. Chains hung from the ceiling like twisted vines. The air was thick with the scent of blood, smoke, and damp fur. Every breath burned in her lungs. Ahead of her stood a cage—its black iron bars warped into jagged, unnatural angles. And behind them…

Tasted blood that wasn’t human. We broke apart. Circled. “Stop!” Isla was pulling at the chains. The wards burned her. Her skin smoked. She didn’t stop. “Lucian! Darius! Stop! Please!” We didn’t. Darius raised his hand. The air changed. It got heavy. It got hot. The water in the lake started to steam. “Technique,” he said. “Black Tide.” The lake rose. Not a wave. A wall. Twenty feet high. Black water, full of things that weren’t water. It hung there. Then it fell.