Mei Pacific Rim: The Black Novels & Stories

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?"

:D Thank you for the journey, lovelies! #TheBlackShadowPackSigningOff xoxo, Cassandra M

"Jump, Maya! Now!" Malakai’s voice cracked over the roar of a world tearing itself apart. He gripped the edge of the jagged obsidian rift, his fingers bleeding, his knuckles white against the dark stone. Below them, the Atlantic didn't exist. The water had been replaced by a swirling, violent drain of white light that sucked the clouds, the air, and the very screams of the dying into its center.

Not call. Pain. We hit the tree line. Smoke. Not campfire. Not cookfire. Building smoke. Black. Thick. The south wall is gone. The one Cove broke. Now the rest follows. “Report!” Wrath barks to the Hollow line we left. One steps out. Black fur. Gold eyes. Blood on his muzzle. “Blackmire. Second wave. Hit ten minutes ago. While Mother was north.” While I was gone. While I played savior on camera.

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.

Instead, he watched his daughter as her shivers grew, her eyes glimmering; Katie’s teeth chattered. “Don’t worry,” Tom said, seeing his friend’s unease, “Palm is one of us. He named his own daughter Cimmeria, for fuck’s sake. After Conan the Conqueror’s homeland. And if we can’t trust a black guy who digs Robert Howard like us, who the hell can we trust?” Tommy clapped him on the back and laughed. “Your agent’s legal department—good one, man.” 2

It would be impossible for me to not over do it. “Hey Ryan, I’m River Black. I’m the lead council investigator. I know you probably don’t want to rehash everything but it's procedure. I have to document any incidents the Shadows get involved with,” a male said, coming in and sitting down. “Aren’t you one of those famous triplets? And the girl vampire’s brother,” I asked, raising my eyebrow.

"Your eyes are like the ocean, Sir. Your eyes are clear as if they can see through everything. They suit the noble Fisichella name." Were my words flowery enough? I was being sincere, though. He's beautiful. That was my first impression. He looked so holy. His skin is pale and white as snow. He has long shiny silvery-white hair with bluish-white strands that looked rebonded but what caught me mesmerized was his eyes. My heart throbbed as I drowned into those familiar eyes. His eyes were like a familiar gemstone that reflects the ocean, a blue topaz. A light blue jewel shining.

She sits down next to me on a barstool. " Something like that. I heard Mr. Black is coming today." " Like every other Fridays." I point out. " He might be attractive, but hell, he's scary." Rita says. " A glass of whiskey please, Keiran." " Get it yourself, Rita, and make sure you add it to your tab." Keiran says to her. She groans. I chuckle. " I don't know if you guys noticed but, Killian doesn't give a shit about us or anything that has to do with the down level. He mostly cares about the VIP section. That's where the real shit happens." I say.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.