Mei Pacific Rim: The Black Novels & Stories

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"

“These Corpsmen. They’ve been working in the business for awhile, never having to deal with an Arbiter’s judgement. They are after all from Ejercito Corp, that’s a Tax Haven institution. Not a place heavy with our presence since we are all dealing with violent crimes” “Thelma-Dionis?” “The other six are registered under them, but they have served Ejercito Corp before during one of the territory scuffles in the Southern Pacific Wars” H-6 pulled a reference to the Southern Pacific Wars, a lengthy conflict between Megacorps alliances and anarchist resistance groups over vital algae reserves. Thelma-Dionis had the infantry for fighting but lacked the logistical infrastructure to sustain a war, o

And I could see it. Something underneath. Something he wasn’t saying. “So,” Kai continued, slipping his hands into his pockets, “you’re settling into Blackthorn?” “I’m trying to,” I replied. “Must be overwhelming,” he said. “New school. New environment… new title.” I narrowed my eyes slightly. “I didn’t realize ‘girlfriend’ was a title.” “At Blackthorn?” he said. “Everything is.” Damon huffed a quiet laugh. “Ignore him.” “I’m not saying anything wrong,” Kai said easily. “Just helping her adjust.”

Then black. Nothing.

Far above, the sky was already beginning to dim at the edges, like a lid lowering over an eye that didn’t sleep. On the threshold, Kaelira paused and spoke not to Zevran or Taren but to the world itself. “When the Black Moon rises,” she said, “let it watch.” And then, without looking back, she added the only promise that felt like truth: “We’re coming for you.” The arch shivered. The Court’s gates loomed. Somewhere ahead, a war-scar smiled. The bond thrummed once—thin, fierce, alive. And the three of them walked into winter.

The blond enforcer stood there, naked and lethal, his gold eyes still rimmed with the black ink of the beast. "Release him, Kan," Gideon rumbled. His voice was a physical weight in the room. Timothy’s eyes darted between them. "Gideon Blackwell. And the 'MadMax' of the Nelblack syndicate. I’m in a room with two walking corpses." "I haven't used that name in years," Kan said, his thumb brushing over the pulse point in Timothy's neck. He leaned in, his breath hot against Timothy's ear. "But for you, I might bring him back."

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

The street lamps began to crumble just like they had done the day of the accident, the earth crumbling as the ground quaked. “Seems you could use a little help, little vamparina.” A masculine voice resonated in the air. Vamparina? There he stood, along with my parents, his eyes red, his black dreadlocks running down along his face, his muscles big, merging perfectly with his physique, his perfectly chiseled jawline with a black cloak on. “Blood!” They groaned. “Back to the underworld.” He said as he raised his hands. The air stood still, flame engulfing the creatures in a minute. Groans filled the air as they began to disintegrate into soot, flowing along with the wind.

Blake finally held up the name plate off the table a little that read ‘West Regional Alpha’ to help Clinton to remember. “Oh yes. My apologies Alpha. Everyone, please welcome Alpha Chrysalis Blackcrest of the Blackcrest pack. She is replacing her father Alpha Virgil. The Blackcrest pack is also responsible for providing the media technologies for us today.” I decided if he was going to put me in the spotlight I would take advantage.

James said rushing to my side whispering I to my ears. “What's it?” I asked. “It's the black River pack, they are here.” My heart stopped, so the feeling I was getting was actually true. But why would the black River pack be residing in the border city of the silver moon pack? “Well well wellz I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me but it's really you ... .alpha Titan.” A voice said. I turned around and saw a very familiar face. And instantly I became alert. The BlackRiver pack was a sign of trouble and I hate trouble.