Treasure Island Black Spot Novels & Stories

the Emperor warns, his expression deadly serious. What? He’d really let them lynch me? “Think, Liora. We’re on a countdown. If we don’t win, neither you nor your stupid friend will,” he argues. “Let’s just beat it out of her!” Someone in the crowd shouts behind him. “Okay, okay,” I say quickly to avoid more threats. “The black heart is a riddle. Every one of us has some darkness inside us, no one is completely flawless. So the black heart is inside each one of us, and that’s what you’re supposed to take to the heart of the island," I explain.

scar on his chest was no longer burning, but had become… pitch black, like a true “hollow.” He used his last strength. “Boss!” Marcus rushed over. “The ship…” Jack’s voice was weak, “Alia…can it… be repaired?” “The engine room…is completely destroyed…” Alia’s voice was choked with sobs, “We…we’re sinking…” The “Black Mary” was slowly sinking. Just then, a muffled, thunderous engine roar echoed from the horizon. It wasn't the "Deepsea Hound," nor was it a warship. It was a… a colossal, unimaginably black… nuclear-powered submarine.

I argued. "Your brother was the accountant for a gang—a family rather—The Black Rose." The Black Rose. It was the name Elijah had called his company, and now they were saying it was a gang? "And now that he's gone, they won't stop until they wipe out the rest of The Black Rose," Silas took a step back. "You signed your fate the second you stepped foot in Italy with that passport. If they get their hands on you, they will kill you or worse."

Just then, a fisherman who came down from the boat called out to Andrius, “Young man...” Andrius stopped and asked, “Do you need something?” The fisherman glanced at the depths of the island, lowered his voice, and said fearfully, “This island is the territory of the notorious One-Eyed Pirates. You’d better leave before they discover you. Otherwise, once they know you’re new, they’ll rob your belongings and throw you into the sea to feed the fish.”

The Trevors used it to deal with troublesome captives, but it has been abandoned recently," Olaf explained. "A volcanic crater?" Chase paused, then added, "So, the rumor that Lars found a treasure down there—was that true?" "The rumor did say it was down there," Olaf confirmed. He had heard the same rumor but had dismissed it at the time. Now, seeing his master's interest, he reluctantly agreed. "Let's go down and take a look!" Chase decided. The divine Black Turtle had claimed its body was below, and Chase was not about to miss the opportunity to verify this. He was using the rumor about Lars as an excuse.

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

Dark storm clouds were before us, just like my dream, that circled around the island at the center. The island that held Silisk. “That’s the most evil-looking island that I have ever seen,” Trei commented, making me turn to him. “So islands have faces now?” “Oh, come on. You know exactly what I mean. Can’t you see the numerous jagged rocks on the island? If that doesn’t look evil to you, then I don’t know what does.” He said while pointing to the island. He was right. There was something about the island that makes you want to cower and want to turn back. Though, I just can’t point out why.

And as it touched the floorboards, the wood beneath it turned black, freezing into a layer of brittle, pitch-colored frost. "What is that?" someone shouted from the middle of the room. The sleeping men were awake now, scrambling to their feet as the bitter cold radiating from the black mist swept across the hold. "Is the hull leaking?" another voice yelled, drawing a sword. "Did we hit a reef?" "That ain't seawater!" the scarred rogue screamed, scrambling toward the stairs. "It's curse-water! The bay is cursed!" Panic erupted instantly. Three hundred nervous, freezing mercenaries surged toward the wooden ladder, shoving and screaming as they tried to reach the upper hatch to escape the black

The old lighthouse had been dark for years. Perched on the jagged edge of Widow’s Point, the Black Hollow Lighthouse had been abandoned since the night Keeper Alden Rowe vanished without a trace. No one had taken the position after that. Some said he’d fallen. Others whispered the sea had claimed him for a debt long unpaid. Mara didn’t believe in sea-debts. But she knew what she saw. Three flashes. Evenly spaced. Deliberate. The pattern repeated. Her little brother, Toby, burst into her room. “Did you see it?”

Salvador advised. "Don't tell me we have to pass another treasure spot again after this?" Wei wrinkled his nose. "What happened to the plan of passing only safe points?" "This is the safest we could find." Emma said. "The whole damned island is a treasure spot." Salvador quickly explained. "Some area have no way to go around. So we have to cross the treasure spot directly. But you don't have to worry. We picked the least dangerous spots each time." "This is so amazing." Jeff mocked. "Definitely the best news I have heard in days."