Black Lagoon Novels & Stories

Xander- black ? Black- he killed them all, those who he found at least. Xander- how many do you have with you? Black- 300, with weapons and armor.. you know his headed to jordan next right? Xander- yes, how's blue ? Black- getting bigger, but alright. Xander- oh. Black- I heard about Lori, I am sorry for what happened. No one should ever go through anything like that... Xander- jeah, well it's done now.

Rolling my eyes, I got up. ''I know someone is there. Either you show yourself or leave. I suggest you chose the latter!'' I barked angrily. I could smell a wet dog probably its just the wet stuffy scent of the rain mixed with wood. I need not ask anymore. A big, black wolf with golden eyes emerged from behind the bushes. I gasped at how big it was, dark as the night. It was darker than black.

They’re black like obsidian, deep, pools laced with insanity–and power. But that’s not what catches my attention. Dancing around in that black pool of nothingness, I see something familiar, something that sends a bolt of shock down my spine. Little flecks of silver and blue.

"Thank you. Thank you so much. I swear I'll not betray you." "You'll tell us everything." I cut her off. "Every detail about your sister. About Black Moon's facility. About what you know and what you've been told. No more secrets. No more deals. You're with us completely or you're not with us at all." "I'm with you. I swear. I'll tell you everything." Lila wiped her face. "The facility is near the eastern border. About thirty miles from here. It's underground. Hidden beneath an old mining operation. Black Moon uses it for testing. For experiments. For keeping people he wants to break."

Lowell agreed, along with the rest of them. We slipped away from the fire, a ragtag group of misfits: me, Cyrus, Lowell—still in his massive, fuzzy beast form—Sofia, Charles, Gage, Aarnold, and Clovis. We wound through the trees, the path lit by glowing moss that felt like velvet under my bare feet, until we reached the hidden lagoon. The water was like black obsidian, perfectly still and steaming just enough to be inviting. There were no speeches. No royal protocols.

A deep vibration rolled through the realm. Then the black ocean began to rise. Not like a wave. It rose vertically. An entire sea ascending toward the sky. Liam stared upward. "That's impossible." Astra shook her head. "Nothing is impossible here." The black water reached the clouds. Then it stopped. A massive shape moved within it. First came a hand. Then another. Long fingers wrapped around the edge of the ruined island. Something pulled itself from the ocean. It was enormous. Its body appeared to be made of liquid darkness, yet silver symbols moved across its surface like living stars.

intoxicating in its unvarnished appreciation of my physicality. "For a divine creature in decidedly feral spirits this evening..." he mused, tapping one long finger against his chiseled jaw. "I do believe our signature 'Black Lotus' would make for an... invigoratingly spiritual first rite of passage, wouldn't you agree?" Lilly clapped her hands together delightedly, features awash in the pulsing infinity pattern of the lavender infinity room backdrop. "You read my mind as always, darling! Two of those devilish concoctions forthwith, if you'd be so kind."

The next morning, Damon and Lily were acting strange. They wanted to take me to the “sacred place” to pray. “It’s where we fell in love, the Moon Goddess Falls,” Damon said, his smile bright. “Praying there will make the baby even healthier.” I looked at the father and daughter. A chill went down my spine. They weren’t taking me there to pray. They were taking me there to reinforce the black magic. I stood before the waterfall. The roaring water drowned out all evil.

A forty-foot wall of toxic, pitch-black water does not roar; it consumes all sound, creating a localized vacuum of deafening, vibrating silence just before impact. Ren stood alone on the shattered, petrified shoreline of the Black Lake. The frantic screams of the deep-dwellers scrambling up the ancient, colossal skeleton behind him faded into background static. His abyssal black eyes, swirling with bioluminescent blue sparks, locked onto the incoming wave. He didn't see a tidal wave of death. His Scribe interface, forcefully rebooting through the haze of the Leviathan’s hunger, saw a fluid dynamics equation waiting to be balanced.

“Well… I mean… people talk.” Paulo didn’t respond. Lewis crosses his arms defensively. “I swear, I didn’t know it was him.” Before Paulo could reply, another man walks in and stops at the doorway. He was wearing a plain black shirt and moves with quiet confidence. “Paulo,” the man said. Paulo turns toward him. “What?” “Madam Stygian is awake,” the man answered. Paulo’s expression changes slightly. “That's good news,” he said to the man.