Treasure Island Black Spot Novels & Stories

Symon said, "Damn it. Could it be that weird formation vanished on its own?" The three of them rode on a small boat toward the eighth island. The islands spread out like a chain, and the eighth island was the main island, Kook Island. Symon said angrily on the boat, "That damn formation better not vanish because its source was depleted. Otherwise, it would be such a joke. I can't believe we, as Black Bishops, came to the middle of nowhere to find a special formation and the Light Helmet. The intel better be accurate, or I'll shred the informant to pieces!"

Hunter asked, can't help himself but to think of any negative things that can happen to them. "Shh." Jake gestures to them to stay quiet while his eyes are moving faster in different angles. They get more alert when someone or something laughs, it was not an ordinary one but like the laughter of a sad person that it can be a crying sound, the travel was getting more creepy to them. "Stop," Ashleigh said. "Get ready for something unusual." It was when they saw a hole in the middle of the sea. A black hole that can eat their boats with them.

" Mark looked at her, smiling as he was reminded how smart he was. She knew there was something going on, but had not asked him so she'd engineered this type of communication to find out. He leaned over and kissed her. Jasmine smiled, but pushed him back and said aloud, "Watch the movie first. I want to see what turns you on." Mark took the tablet and began to type his own message. Long story. Don't react. This place could be bugged!!!! Hunch though. Henry denied island has a safehouse. Yousef said there is. Sarah sent by Henry. He's been blackmailing her for a year for sexual favours. Fucking creep. Also think he's setting me/Myra/Maddy up for blackmail too. Don't freak out.

They lurked slowly until they came across a pair of feet behind the bushes, black feet. "Oh my God.." Polly said. No, it can't be. Ernest thought. Ernest took the first step, each more hesitant than the last before he finally approached the other side and fell to his knees. This caused Polly and Michael to rush over and gasp. A Black girl with clear bruises scattered amongst her body. Her mouth agape, eyes wide with old tears down her face staring into the sky as if she had asked God for help. To save her. But no answer.

he hissed. Now, I can understand why some people would prefer not to bring their loot back to Black. The Pirate Lords are as greedy as any other government, and routinely claim 10-20% of the booty from piracy on the open sea, trade expeditions, shipwrecks, and just about any venture that makes a profit. However, where Jim and his friends could easily run in the opposite direction, I couldn't. Black was my home, my territory. I knew its streets and its people; hell, I knew its rhythms and some of its most intimate secrets. I couldn't just turn my back on it.

Summoning every ounce of strength left, I jumped on and tore off toward our hideout. I slammed the door shut behind me and crumpled to the floor, breathless. Blood oozed from my arm, but I had no time for that then. I opened my hand to reveal the prize: a pink diamond, glinting with an otherworldly glow. "It's here. Now talk," I said. Old Fox, ever the cool customer, took the diamond, inspected it briefly in the light, and then pulled out a sealed dossier from his desk. "Everything you need to know about your guy is right here."

The vessel, painted entirely in vantablack to evade satellite detection, cut through the mountainous ocean waves like a mechanical leviathan. The deck was swarming with dozens of identical Vanguard mercenaries, all armed and waiting in the torrential downpour. Julian was unceremoniously hauled out of the pod by two guards, screaming in agony as his shattered knee dragged across the non-slip deck plating. Dante and Elara stood back-to-back in the pouring rain, surrounded by an army of elite killers, trapped on a ghost ship in the middle of a raging ocean storm, realizing they had simply traded an underwater tomb for a floating fortress.

"I thought a honeymoon was supposed to be all-inclusive resorts and unlimited mimosas. Instead, I’m doing extreme sports on a private island. This is definitely a first for me." "Well," Damien said, expertly hooking his carabiner onto the next section of the cable. "You did marry into the family. This is just the full Blackwood experience." "Ever so humble, Mr. Blackwood," I teased, wiping a bead of sweat from my forehead. "I try my best, Mrs. Blackwood," he shot back with a smirk. "Don't get used to the title," I muttered, though I was smiling. "So, where is this cave? Are we halfway there, or am I going to collapse before we find it?"

Callum said as he checked Trevor's vital signals. Alice lifted his palm and the sole of his feet to reveal a black spot. She turned towards Callum. “Aren’t these the same spots we saw on two other sick people?” Callum squinted his eyes at the places Alice referred to. He touched it with his hands. “What's that?” Maria asked curiously. Callum took a deep breath as he continued pressing on the spots. “I have a wild guess of what may be happening. The blight. It's returning.”