Mei Pacific Rim: The Black Novels & Stories

the leader of their council said. There was so much hatred in the way he spoke to me, and I wondered what he was talking about. "What did you find out?" I asked him. " You possessed a dark lunar magic and this has brought about some kind of darkness to our pack, we do not accept that kind of magic here and anyone who brings such to us will be punished" he said. It sounded like some lame joke, I am never with such kind of magic, what has this got to do with me?

His nostrils flared, inhaling her scent frantically to ensure the strange black blood hadn't contaminated her. "Marcus!" Dominic roared into the communication device built into the beach perimeter line. Alpha Marcus’s voice answered instantly, thick with panic. Sire! The global tracking grid just went completely dark over the South Pacific coordinates! We are experiencing a total satellite blackout. An unauthorised, massive thermal signature is rising from the deep trenches just five miles off your shore! Dominic’s jawline hardened into granite, his grey eyes turning entirely, terrifyingly gold. He looked out at the dark, rolling horizon of the Pacific Ocean.

California. Santa Monica Beach. At the break of dawn. When the first rays of dawn pierced the heavy radiation clouds, spilling over the devastated California coastline, the world fell into the dead silence of survival. The beach was littered with massive purple crystals and chunks of carapace left behind by the collapsing Titan. The waters of the Pacific Ocean still boiled faintly from the residual Zero-Point energy, glowing with an eerie, ethereal blue light. In the center of this apocalyptic ruin stood one hundred black Aegis mechs, the absolute pinnacle of human engineering. And at the very front of the formation stood the Vanguard mech, radiating a pure white halo like a descended god.

The Black Shadow territory was a labyrinth of jagged rocks and shadowed pines, a desolate stretch of the Pacific Northwest where the air itself seemed to carry the weight of violence. The basalt cliff that housed their lair loomed like a dark sentinel, its face scarred by wind and claw, the cavern’s entrance a gaping maw framed by stalactites that dripped with moisture. The surrounding forest was dense, the pines towering and skeletal, their branches creaking in the night wind, casting long, shifting shadows across the rocky ground. The full moon hung high, its cold light filtering through the canopy, painting the landscape in shades of silver and black. The air was thick with the scent of w

My boyfriend, Nolan Reed, was in the running for head coach of the national open-water swimming team, and he was a sports streamer with eight million followers. On a trip to Santa Catalina Island, he said he'd use a livestream to help me conquer my fear of deep water. The second the camera went live, Leah Morgan, the friend I trusted most, shoved me from behind. An icy wave swept over my head. I struggled toward Nolan and reached for him, but he took half a step back, dodging my hand. "Don't pull her out yet. It takes real fear to unlock someone's full potential." Leah thrust the gimbal and ring light so close they nearly touched my eyes as they rolled back. "Ivy, bigger reactions. We just b

If I'd hidden in fear, I never would have gotten to where I am today. "We're here" Bianchi announces setting his glass down. I hand him mine and wait until he gets out. Behind him, I can hear loud chatter and several cameras going off. Taking Bianchi's outstretched hand, I step out of the limo and stand beside him. Everything comes to a standstill. The crowd in front of us falls silent and all eyes turn to us. Because it's so quiet, I'm able to hear someone ask, "Holy crap, is that the black queen?"