Blackness Marine Novels & Stories

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

Entering the water, I raise my hands and pull the boat under the waves and direct it to the abyss. Breaching the surface, I shriek loudly, and we move towards Moonlight Cove. “Show them no mercy. Keep the children alive. Everyone else, kill them all.” I say through the link. We emerge on the beach and we all shift. Clothes have been left near the water for us. We all dress and move up the beach. The storm rages on and we start to jog before we sprint. First place on the hit list. Montgomery Fishing Corp. We move silently, like the predators we are. The building comes into view as I signal for us all to stop and crouch low. The smell of fish in the air and I growl.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

Music that pulsed through the walls like a heartbeat. People dressed like they owned the world. And maybe they did. They were having fun, if not too much fun. “Welcome,” Avery said beside me, “to the real Blackthorn.” I barely heard her. I was too busy taking everything in. The luxury. The danger. The way everyone moved like they belonged here. Like this was their world. And I... I wasn’t supposed to be part of it. And yet… I was. We moved deeper into the crowd.

Just then, three more black speedboats were seen racing toward us from the sea. Whose boats were they? Marcus's? Or some other secret faction of the Morenos?

The Eclipse Leviathan’s heavy iron keel cut through the coastal tide, churning white-hot foam in the dark waters of Gloomwater Bay. Thirty frigates of war sailed behind the massive flagship in perfect, terrifying formation. The hulls were sheathed in black petrified oak, and the towering masts rigged with fire-resistant solar silk that caught the brisk mountain breeze like the golden wings of diving hawks. The black sand beaches along the jagged coastline were lined for miles with cheering citizens and pack shifters watching their navy set sail to defend the realm.

All the pirates also knelt and bowed their heads. “Oh, right. The people on the ship didn’t die.” Zachber did not dare to lift his head and trembled as he said, “We just sold them to the Black Kiln Sea.” “The Black Kiln Sea?” Andrius frowned. “Where’s that?” Declan immediately explained, “Master, the Black Kiln Sea is a place where trades can be made with the immortal realm, the demonic realm, and the fiend realm. It’s somewhat similar to the black market.”

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

"They tracked the boat's signature. Dominic’s hounds or Killian’s shadows... it doesn't matter. We need to move." I peered through the rear window. Two black SUVs skidded to a halt at the entrance of the marina. But they weren't working together. The SUV on the left bore the Blackwood crest—Dominic’s men. The one on the right was unmarked, sleek, and silent—Killian’s elite hitters.