Mei Pacific Rim: The Black の小説・ストーリー

I pulled it across the bridge. Blue struck black. Steam erupted. A scream rolled through the city. The black water withdrew from the canal and climbed the walls instead. Shapes appeared everywhere. Under balconies. Inside windows. Along the palace roof. Hundreds of smooth faces turned toward us. The sea reached the outer walls. It did not crash against them. It rose vertically. A black wall taller than the towers surrounded Azure Tide. At its centre, two pale eyes opened. Grandmother fell to her knees. “The Black Ocean.”

~TOBY~ The noise got louder when the real races started. Engines thundered. The fence vibrated under my hands as I gripped the metal wire. The smell of hot rubber and gas was thick in the air. I wanted to shrink back into the crowd, but then Alan rolled out onto the track. He looked different in his cool black racing gear. He looks bigger and Focused. The flag dropped, and the bikes shot forward. I couldn’t look away. Alan leaned so low into the turns his knee almost brushed the ground. He didn't look scared at all.

Meanwhile somewhere far away from the traffic jam, There's a lady standing on the roof top of a 9 storey building, checking on Badmus with binoculars and a 200M military grade sniper with a long range laser optic scopes on it. The lady's name is Elizabeth who goes by the code name of {Black Ace ♠️} , She's also a member of the Prime X force and just like Diamond and the others, she was tasked with the order to take out Badmus. But unlike her team mates, Black ace was different in every way.

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.

Polly said, making both her and Ariel cringe. "Please keep that evil man's name out your mouth." Ariel said. "But I do understand.. I really do, but it'll take a LONG time before my mom just accepts white boys. No matter how sweet I know Ernest is, my mother will not just swallow that." Polly sighed while crossing her arms. "Okay, ease her into it. Don't just dump it all on her. How much does she know?" Polly asked, making Ariel awkwardly smile. "He's a Black boy named Eddie." Ariel said, making Polly's jaw drop.

It is one of the best feelings, next to running as Infinity and sex with Josh. As the eagle comes down below the clouds, I realize he’s flying over Alpha Pierre’s territory lines into Black Lake Pack. As the ground gets nearer, I see movement in the trees. Hundreds of wolves are slinking to Black Lake and I gasp, letting go of Emerson’s hand and jump up. *BLUE MEADOW WARRIORS!* I yell through our link. *Black Lake is under attack. Half our warriors with me to lend aid, the other half, get everyone into safehouses and button down.*

"Becca!" A voice, low, deep but soft, called. I closed my eyes even tighter not wanting to wake up from my dream where I was the queen of the dark, sitting on a black acrylic royal chair with a gold wood finish. Every morning I woke up, I would walk to the mausoleum connected to my palace by an underground tunnel, clanking my heeled boots along the cobblestone tiles as I checked on my prisoners. Each cell had someone who had crossed my line one way or another. It wasn't until I walked to the end where two cells were separated from the rest. The cells that were labeled hostes, latin meaning worst enemies and mortem below hostes, meaning death. Behind the old rusty bars of one of the cells was

Midnight black. The music of Margaux’s moment faltered. People stared. Jet black meant one thing in Pack law. Warrior. The fiercest rank. Reserved for males — for centuries. The murmurs started immediately. “A female?” “That’s… impossible.” “Not since that war…”

Before I could respond, the door creaked open and Mia, my assistant, stepped inside with a cautious smile. “Mr. Blackwood,” she said softly, sensing the tension in the room. “There’s a call on line two — it’s urgent.” I nodded, grateful for the interruption. Whatever was happening outside this room could wait. I picked up the phone and put it to my ear. The voice on the other end was familiar, cold, and loaded with menace. “Dominic,” the voice said, smooth and dangerous. “You’re playing a dangerous game. Don’t forget who holds the cards.”