Blackwater Novels & Stories

I needed a whisper in the right ear to make Mistwood realize that Blackwater had friends they couldn't handle. I started walking down the central aisle. The mud was thick, sticking to the soles of my shoes. I saw a group of Northern warriors sitting on a pile of crates, drinking something from a wooden flagon that smelled like fermented honey and jet fuel. They watched me pass, their eyes tracking the way I moved. I felt like a prize poodle walking through a wolf den, even in these rags.

Alpha Silas whispered from the observation platform, his jaw dropping in awe. Slowly, beautifully, the thick black sludge inside the reservoir tank began to dissolve. The choking gray ash crackled and turned white, melting back into clear, liquid ice. The crystalline, pristine glacial water of the Northern Rifts emerged from beneath the darkness, bubbling happily as the uncorrupted Eclipse magic washed the channels clean. But the cost was catastrophic.

"We continued toward Blackwater." "No interruptions?" "No." "No strangers?" "No." He watched me carefully. "You answer quickly." "Because I don't need to invent anything." Another pause. Then... He asked almost casually, "Describe the Blackwater River." "The current was stronger than usual." "The water level had risen." "There had been rain upstream." "The western bank was muddy." "The eastern crossing stones were slippery." His pencil froze. "You remember that too?" "Yes." He exchanged another glance with Bobby. Neither man spoke.

"Black water that was black water seeping from courtyard now white-gold water seeping small chair white-gold faint glow! Eighteen family!" Baby girl birthmark baby 15th throne small giggling alive again second time, made small star half black half gold landing on small chair white-gold faint glow that was black water seeping now white-gold water seeping, sealing eighteen as family. I seal you, black water that was black water seeping now white-gold water seeping small chair eighteen, as family, because you reached Mommy belly bleeding light first time and my birthmark star bleeding light second time, but now you are white-gold water seeping healing water that heals both both, not black water

then in a moment, he discovered that he was no longer falling, but was flying back to the top of a vortex. However, before he got to the top, he had already realized that this vortex was different from the one, he dived into. Since it was made of black water. Thus he knew he was getting to his destination—the Black Water Continent. There was an endless sea of black water stretching into the horizon and merging, with the distant sky. This endless body of black water was the Black Water Continent. This Continent was like its name implied. With more than ninety percent of its surface covered in black, shimmering waters. There were, however, several small–separate– islands, distributed throughou

Back then, there was no pain, no heartbreak, no grief… just pure, simple happiness. Suddenly, I realized I could no longer feel the rain hitting my body, even though it was still pouring down. I looked up and saw a black umbrella shielding me from the downpour. I turned around to see who was holding it. Standing there was a man dressed entirely in black. I stared into his eyes—deep, coal-black eyes that looked dull and lifeless. He stared back at me just as intensely. There was something mesmerizing about them, like a black diamond that held a strange kind of beauty despite its dullness.

I have finally had enough of these assholes in this hell hole labeled as a hospital. 'No! You will go nowhere till you give me the answer to the question I asked you' He tells me and at this moment, he is now sounding so stupid. Okay now, I am beginning to doubt if compared to Jack, Mr. Black is still the World's most famous pervert. Even though I know Jack is a very weird and annoying guy, I never thought him to be this creepy. 'Sweetie, it will do you good to tell me now or I will have to force you to....' like seriously?

But even a single drop of water, I can’t see any that is left. “Chen, we don’t have any water left. I feel parched.” “If only the legend is true.” Chen murmuring. “What do you mean?” I asked curiously. “My father used to tell me a story about the legendary river. They used to call it the Black River. It was quite clean as crystal-clear water like a new made mirror, you can see your reflection on it very clear.” “Then what happened to the Black River?” “The black river sank in and the land that rich of crops turns into dry because when people knew the secret behind the river that supplies water in infinite.”

It was as if he had truly disappeared from all existence. 'Look deep...see your fate, Hemlock...' Nathaniel trembled. A rare wave of fear roiled in his stomach as he stepped into the shallow water. The ripple widened, becoming a broken mirror, but as they settled it was not his reflection that was shown before him. The water went red. Thick and rich. The shadowy forms of children rose and fell. Their eyes were wide and their mouths were open in unheard screams. He watched in horror as their mouth became wider and their throats opened, the wound travelling down to reveal their frantic heart. Slowly ceasing its racing beat.

Richard dipped his gaze as the large moths dipped, following their silhouettes as they plumed out and then upward, up, and into the snowy night sky. Black water. Nothing could survive it. All that suffocating dirt and chunks of rubble. Crashing down like that. Nothing. The silt would get into their clothing, Richard knew, weigh them down, drag them under to where black rushing torrents would sweep them downriver, possibly for miles. No one could survive. Not in this cold, in these rapid-moving waters. “Glee . . . shit.”