Novel & Cerita Blackwater Bay Game Of Thrones

he whispered against my mouth. As the Phantoms began to move down the ridge, their red taillights forming a long, winding snake of fire through the mountain passes, I looked out at the Pacific. The water was black, cold, and silent, hiding the remains of the yacht and the secrets of the Board. The "New Blood Reign" wasn't a title we had stolen; it was a debt we were paying in advance to the dark.

The water is black because death paid a visit and so far, the water has lost the war in returning itself blue. I rub my arms as we walk the long deck between gargantuan ghost ships, searching for Nokita. "Over here," he yells after we've walked at least a mile, though that might be an exaggeration. We locate him or more accurately, he locates us from a mid-sized enclosed bay where he's working on what must be the smaller sub. He sticks his head forward and outside the glass dome. "She's almost ready." I peer at the dented chunk of metal that's seen better days and then into the black water surrounding it. "How close?"

Fluid was rapidly pooling beneath Belle's feet and running down her legs. For one long, stunned moment—Neither Ethan nor Park moved. Both men simply stared. Completely frozen. ****😳😳****

"Get a small team of your fastest people together. We need to find those girls before it's too late." --- The cloud cover had been blown away by the wintry winds exposing the inky black night skies. Stars were scattered through blackness, Sparkling like diamonds on a bed of black velvet. But it was the moon that dominated the sky, her silvery light bathing the frozen wilderness until it looked like a black and white photo was as beautiful as it was haunting.

asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.

Their conversations halted, laughter died, and glasses that had once clinked in celebration were now held in frozen grips. Every eye was on us. Or rather—on him. |||Oh fuck! It's him.|| |||Right! Theron Blackmoor. The Prominent Blackmoor family’s only male heir.||| |||Wait! Do you mean the heir to the mighty Phantom Core International? The same one who seldom came out to the public except for rare cases?||| |||Right! He is the one. One time I got to see his picture via Elira’s Livestream of her family pictures. I've been obsessively in love with him since then, can't believe I get to see him in real life today.|||

It's either life or death for us now, and the odds are not looking in our favor. Just as I believe my life is over, a flash of black flies by my right, crashing into the two wolves. I watch in astonishment as the large, black wolf tears into the two beasts, ripping and tearing flesh. At first, the two snarl and bark in warning, but are quickly left whimpering and screeching as the black wolf tears them apart. Blood splashes on the walls. Chunks of flesh and fur fall to the floor as the beast makes absolute ribbons out of the wolves. Before long, all that is left of them are two gory mounds of fur, the black wolf panting above them.

Xareth’s voice cracked through the room like lightning splitting a tree. In one swift motion, he seized her by the throat and lifted her clean off the ground. Her legs flailed mid-air, her fingers clawing desperately at his hand. “I warned you,” he growled, low and lethal. “If you dare meddle in my affairs again, or defy my rule, I’ll send you back to the Black Abyss.” The Black Abyss? Even through the pain clouding my thoughts, that phrase echoed in my mind. People say cruel things when they're angry, but that didn’t sound like a metaphor. That sounded like a place.

I looked at Lyra to be sure that she felt the same way and even though she did not feel that way, I was going to go with my belief that what we have just done was dangerous and will only bring doom to us in the coming year. The very water that was rushing out so much was the same place my brother was killed, and it was the same place her mother was killed as well. I heard her sniffing and that made me quickly turn to look at her. There were tears in her eyes again, maybe it was because of her mother, but it did not bother me. I knew for a fact that my brother was not happy with me, he must have felt betrayed that I was joining the enemy, but little did he know that I was only luring the enem