Mei Pacific Rim: The Black Novels & Stories

"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 The water had been replaced by a swirling, violent drain of white light that sucked the clouds, the air, and the very screams of the dying into its center.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.

to hold that relic means commanding the entire northern border! Inside the high-level war room of Blackmoor Crescent Keep, Gali Blackmoor scrolls through the glowing tablet, his heavy brow furled in intense concentration. His silver eyes gleam with a dark, dangerous hunger. "Establish a direct spirit-link with this tracker immediately!" Gali barks, his deep baritone slamming through the heavy stone chamber.

She was raised in the shadows. He rules the world from the light. But her secret could burn the entire kingdom to the ground. For eighteen years, Nadia Hayes lived like a phantom. Hidden deep inside a secluded cave by her grandmother, she survived on river fish, harsh training, and silent longing. As the last living survivor of the forbidden Blackblood lineage, her existence is a death sentence. Her only crime is the blood in her veins—and her only desire is to know what it feels like to belong. Then, one desperate mistake exposes her secret to the realm. Hunted across enemy territory, Nadia flees to the remnant of her ancestral people, praying for sanctuary. Instead, she finds a clan

Vera's POV Why is everything black? My head is throbbing in pain like it's hit by the truck. God! I blinked my eyes open and groaned in pain. "la ucciderò" ( I'll kill her.) I heard a manly voice. "Non è il nostro obiettivo, calmati." (She is not our target, calm down.) Same voice! That woman, she is here. Fuck! They kidnapped me. Who are they and what are they talking about.

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.