Treasure Island Black Spot Novels & Stories

Carla Rodriguez Black, Later that day... Location: Northern Atlantic Ocean After the last consultation with Ethan's doctor, he suddenly decided to surprise me with a date on his private yacht, christened BLACK DREAMS. My heart fluttered with excitement as I stepped onto Ethan's private yacht, my eyes widening at the sight of its luxurious interior. It was my first time on such an extravagant boat, and I savored the moment, knowing it would be a night to remember. The evening sky, painted in hues of orange and pink, created a breathtaking backdrop as I made my way towards Ethan, who stood near the edge of the deck, a gentle smile playing on his lips. His presence was comforting, and my nerves

Black hole. Hamish was looking at the woman who was lying on his couch with a frown on her face. Or rather, the thief... He had carried her into his living room and then he had looked for anything on her to identify her but she had no papers so he had to take a picture of her to send to a friend to search in the American databases... He would like to have a drink but he was afraid that the young woman would run away... He wondered why he was unable to call the police... That's what all normal people do after discovering a thief in their house...

Entering the water, I raise my hands and pull the boat under the waves and direct it to the abyss. Breaching the surface, I shriek loudly, and we move towards Moonlight Cove. “Show them no mercy. Keep the children alive. Everyone else, kill them all.” I say through the link. We emerge on the beach and we all shift. Clothes have been left near the water for us. We all dress and move up the beach. The storm rages on and we start to jog before we sprint. First place on the hit list. Montgomery Fishing Corp. We move silently, like the predators we are. The building comes into view as I signal for us all to stop and crouch low. The smell of fish in the air and I growl.

Debs says. " Yeah." Of course I am not happy. I feel uncomfortable, like I don't belong here. Finally Debs and I arrive at the bar and she hands me a small bucket with a bottle of Macallan Lalique Scotch soaked in Ice and two glasses. " Who am I giving this to?" " Killian Black." No shit.

Everett replied, "no, but we will jump." Everett jumped from the castle tower. She screamed in shock and hugged Everett's body. Everett jumped on every tree and stopped at one of the taller trees. Everett said, "it's alright, you can open your eyes now." She opened her eyes and was fascinated by the beauty of the realm of black mist. There is a colourful light that looks like a galaxy. She thought frightening darkness only surrounded the realm of Black Mist. But that darkness also looks beautiful. "Should we continue our journey? Don't close your eyes," Everett said.

As the three brave adventurers were flying over the Gulf of Cessabit, Ishida spotted something very unusual. It was a long, yellow strip of land, perhaps a sandbank or a shoreline. Ishida took a closer look with his binoculars. He saw a sandy beach with coconut trees blowing in the gentle breeze and round pebbles scattered all over the place. “How is this possible? We’re about to fly inland!” Ishida said in dismay. “Ajens is a sea city, it can’t be on land!”

“After Kyoko was raped and murdered.” Richard realized his mouth was bone dry. At some length he found his voice again. “You’re saying she’s an actual witch?” Looking straight ahead, Tommy reiterated: “There’ll be a price, though. There always is.” “Meaning?” Tommy’s stare had gone vacant. “Let’s just go. We’re heading out.” “Where am I going, Tom?” asked Richard warily. “The Island,” Truitt told him. “St. Angell Island.”

Unknown sender. I open it. A photo. High-resolution. Time-stamped five minutes ago. Morrison Estate. Southern Plateau. A freshly dug trench cuts through the snow and frozen earth. Deep. Wide. In the shape of a cross. The caption reads: FOUND YOUR FOUNDATION, ISLA. IT'S DEEPER THAN YOU THINK. My blood goes cold. Someone is already on the island. Already breaking ground. The Black Swan hasn't just been watching the migration. He's been preparing for it.

Just raw walls and open gaps. The moment he stepped up— The air vanished. Complete silence. An unnatural silence. Then he saw it— A black door in the middle of the floor. It wasn’t mentioned in any records. A number was written on it— 413 But the mall only had shops up to 412. Room 413 didn’t exist. The door was slightly open. Inside — darkness so thick the flashlight couldn’t pierce it. Aarav gently pushed the door. It creaked. And then—

She walked up to him, and took the map from his hand, “What is it?” “Where is the black hollow-headed?” “The Western Coast” He peered closely at the map and pointed at a point, “This is where we are headed. The Mountain of Isles” “If I’m guessing right we will soon be arriving at the dreary sea…”, she paused, “Isle is on the other side of the dreary sea, the ship will only move through just before the cave above the sea and journey on to the coast” “So how are we supposed to travel through to Isles if the ship won’t travel there?"