Mei Pacific Rim: The Black Novels & Stories

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.

Inside the mansion, the storm was far more dangerous. Damien Blackwood, Alpha of the Blackwood Pack, paced the master study like a caged predator. Power rolled off him in waves — dark, commanding, laced with the raw dominance that had kept his pack at the top of the Pacific Northwest hierarchy for decades. His bourbon eyes glowed faintly gold, silver threading his black hair like frost on obsidian. At forty-five, he was in his prime: ruthless, magnetic, and utterly unforgiving. And he was furious.

The entire layout of Black Rock Pier was locked in a complete blackout, the primary light fixtures turned off, leaving only the amber beams of the logistics cranes to cut through the dark. Avery was wrapped inside a heavy, dark charcoal rain slicker, her hood pulled down to completely obscure her face. She had cleared Evan’s vehicle two blocks prior to the perimeter, navigating the muddy, freezing terrain barefoot to bypass the dense concentration of patrolling sentries along the outer quadrant before resetting her boots. A massive, deep-draft cold-chain freighter was moored flat against the concrete dock, its primary engines emitting a low-frequency, continuous vibration into the night air.

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.*

My vision blurred with tears and for a minute everything black out with tears and anger, I held on to the wall for support until I heard the next man. "Just buy a new dog and replace it... He won't recognise so many dogs... And keep your mouth shut..." I blinked and let the tears escape. "Monsters!" I rested on the wall weakly. "Are you okay, Ma'am?" My eyes snapped open when I heard someone's voice. The man with black eyes and hair. Average looking with good height. He was dressed like guards. "You are too close to the electronic control panel... It's dangerous!" I looked at the panel and then him. He looked familiar like I saw him somewhere. But it wasn't important, I need to inform Rafael

“Look.” Mia stared at the ruined thing in the mirror. Heavy udders swinging with thick rings and bells. The angry red brand on her ass. The long black tail hanging between her legs. Steel rings glinting on her puffy, dripping cunt. The heavy bit stretching her mouth into that dumb, drooling pony grin. Her eyes looked dead. No more failed jockey. Just meat. Damien stood behind her, mauling her tits, pinching the fresh nipple rings. “You’re not Mia Torres anymore. That bitch is dead. You’re Black’s Prize now. My best pony. Say it.”