Blackness Marine Novels & Stories

Paralyzed, he falls to the ground drooling from his mouth which spills between the cracks of the floor. Salavanta gets up from the old, ragged bed and stretches her naked body with the gun still in hand. The way she is built is that of a goddess covered in ink like a black and white canvas masterly painted to resemble the portrait of divinity, rage, and absolution. Her back is a full ink carving itched within her skin. The image of such depicts a silhouette of a reaper but instead of bones and a skull, the shadow embraces a trunk from a squid with dark looming eyes. The tentacles from the sea creature wrap around a rotting, wooden scythe. Down at the base of the ink and along her ridged lowe

God dammit! Severing major arteries is messy business, and I’m usually able to keep myself out of the line of fire, but not today it seems. My black hair is matted with blood, my maroon bra looks black from the blood soaking into it, and my matching maroon satin and lace panties are soaked and not in the good way. The gorgeous tattoos that cover the ivory skin of my arms and legs are now veiled in blood. I look horrific. But sometimes this comes with the job.

He tore straight upward through the bedrock with his bare hands, driven by a singular, monstrous devotion. [The Harbor of the Damned] The Atlantic Ocean. Coast of New York. SKREEEEEECH! The psychic shriek of the Bermuda Leviathan violently rattled the cockpits of the four Vanguard mechs. "Shields at 30%!" Maria screamed, her mech tumbling uncontrollably through the dark, freezing Atlantic currents. "I can't lock onto it! It's too fast!"

Her firm C-cup breasts strained against the ripped fabric of her shirt, and her toned ass filled out her fitted trousers perfectly. She glared up at the figure lounging on the captain’s throne carved from driftwood and gold. Captain Isolde “The Siren” Blackthorn was a legend, a tall, devastatingly beautiful futa pirate queen with sun-bronzed skin, wild raven hair braided with gold coins, and piercing emerald eyes that promised both pleasure and ruin. Her body was a weapon: full, heavy breasts barely contained by a crimson corset, powerful thighs wrapped in black leather, and a unmistakable bulge straining against her tight breeches that made Meera’s mouth go dry despite her defiance.

Bhaskar said, staring far into the fog. "So finally, we are entering," I said. "We have to be careful from now on. We don't know what dangers are lurking in the sea," Bhaskar instructed. No one could disagree with that. We were entering the great black sea. We had already lost so much time because of those damn pirates, we could not afford to waste any more time. And we entered the fog... What the fuck? I couldn't see anything. It was so dense that I could not even see my friends' faces properly.

Very soon, the global ocean shipping field received a very shocking piece of news. The pirate organization known as ‘Black Shark’ had publicly issued a warning not to allow any ocean shipping company to cooperate with Ten Thousand Armies when it came to armed escort. Otherwise, they would be taking extreme measures to retaliate against them. Once this news came out, the entire ocean shipping field was shocked. Unexpectedly, Ten Thousand Armies, which was such a powerful and famous mercenary organization, had also begun to get involved in armed escort!

"Madam! The fuel supply line pressure at Dock Three has suddenly plummeted!" The head technician’s shout cut through the thunder of engines at Tanjung Perak Port. Clarissa wasted no time. Clad in a sharp black blazer and a securely fastened safety helmet, she strode rapidly along the concrete dock. Her heavy boots struck hard against pools of seawater and spilled oil. "How could it drop?" Clarissa demanded firmly, her voice rising above the howl of the cold night sea wind. "Our five main Blackwood Capital cargo vessels are set to sail for Singapore in two hours!"

Black The Origin Chapter 28: Betrayal (2) A few hours earlier... "Nerom? Why are?" Amari still can't believe it and left standing won't be able to move an inch. "No more question. This is your trial." There is even no faint of mercy in his voice. He draws his sword pointing in Mari's direction. The Black Beast Sword was pointing at her. It was a relic given by King-Rank Swordsman. To think that his master's sword will be pointing at her is something she would never imagine.

The black horizon of the Pacific didn’t just rumble; it bled. Through the dense, wet curtains of the harbor fog, the silhouette of *The Leviathan* materialized like a prehistoric leviathan cut from matte-black steel. The naval destroyer sat three miles out, a ghost ship commissioned by the absolute peak of corporate desperation, its heavy forward cannons slowly rotating toward the coordinates of the free port of Blackridge. They weren't here to negotiate an asset recovery. They were here to execute a scorched-earth liquidation.

The war room in Blackwater Port was not a room of polished stone and ancient maps, but the Admiral's private cabin aboard his flagship, *The Sea Serpent*. The air was thick with the scent of tar, salt, and the faint, sweet smell of the rum Thorne poured into two heavy pewter mugs. The ship rocked gently at its moorings, a constant, reassuring reminder of the power that slept at their fingertips.