Treasure Island Black Spot Novels & Stories

While I thought of the ways of saving them, my eyes fell on a black dot far ahead in the sea. "What is that?" "Huh? What?" Govind sat up and noticed me looking far ahead in the sea. He stood up as well and followed my eyes. "What is that? Another pirate ship? We are in no condition to deal with them." "No, no. Look. It is not a ship. It is an..." I paused for a second and spoke after I confirmed what it was. "It is an island." Govind confirmed it as well. "Yeah, you are right. It looks like an island."

a voice drawled from the shadows. Timothy bolted upright, the movement sending a sickening pulse through his skull. Kan Nelblack leaned against the dresser, his dark hair messy, his silver-grey eyes tracking Timothy like a target. He’d ditched the top hat, looking less like a circus ringmaster and more like the butcher he was. The tiger chuffed, stretching its massive limbs with a grace that made Timothy’s stomach do a slow, nauseous roll. The memory hit him like a lead pipe to the gut. The alley. The bite. The betrayal.

Red raised a brow as he read the neatly written words in the sketch book. "It says, 'Beneath the Black Pearl lays the answer to most of your unanswered questions'" "Black Pearl? I don't see a pearl anywhere" Tori said, looking around the tree house. "I don't think she's talking about a black pearl. I think she's talking about that stone" Lee said, pointing at the large stone lying by the corner. Lee moved the stone aside. There were several papers under the stone with several notes. Red inhaled sharply as Lee gave the notes to him.

In the center of one page: the name Marellen, drawn in charcoal, surrounded by symbols that bled when traced with seawater. “We need to find where the spire came from,” she said. “The base of the old cove. The original Blackhollow temple was said to be built atop something older. We need to dive.” Ashani blinked. “You mean go into the water? That water?” Clara met her gaze. “If the seed is waking, we don’t have time to hesitate.” ⸻ Later that morning, they visited the dockmaster, who—after some gentle bribing and subtle coaxing—agreed to rent them a small boat and diving gear. He eyed them strangely as they prepped their equipment.

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There were too many people crammed in—Maria, Jasmine and Becca, Blake who was rowing, and a couple of his friends—and Scarlet looked out, shivering, not trusting this creaking, weathered boat, and was grateful to see that Bannerman’s Island was fast approaching, hardly thirty yards away. Scarlet had mixed feelings about coming here. She remembered times in the past when she used to love to come to Bannerman’s, a small, abandoned island in the middle of the Hudson, with its huge crumbling ruin of a castle, a relic of a former time, long abandoned, structurally unsound, overgrown with vines. In fact, the whole island was overgrown with thorny thickets and vines and poison ivy, a place long con

A smirk crawled unto his features as he stretched out a hand for me and I just stared in awe, his words sinking in. Damon Blackwood, as in Black Empire Blackwood. The self made billionaire, that's impossi- I quickly slid my hand into his, realising I had left him hanging. Bad first impression Jasmine! You idiot!! I mentally scolded myself, I needed this job. Don't fuck it up! Don't fuck it up! I played those words in my head like a song on repeat. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 Her skin felt like velvet against mine. I had to resist the urge to take her hands to my lips to kiss them and appreciate her effortless beauty.

Agent Ross immediately unfolded a map of the coastline. After several minutes of studying it, Oliver pointed toward a small unmarked island. "There." "The island called Black Reef." Ross nodded. "It doesn't officially exist." "But our satellite images show abandoned buildings." Liam looked at Emma. "If they're there..." "...this may be our only chance." Emma nodded firmly. "Then let's finish this." Just then, a police helicopter landed nearby. An officer hurried toward Agent Ross. "Sir!" Ross looked up. "What is it?" The officer handed him a sealed envelope.

The second impression is the splitting. A thing the size of a continent broken into three parts. Each part crystallized into a pearl. The pearls hidden — buried, not lost; deliberately placed, not scattered — in three trenches on three continents. The Black Pearl in the Hollow under Alastor. The Silver Pearl in a trench under what would later be the Saragossa Archive. The Red Pearl in a third trench whose location the glyph refuses to give me, even now, even pressed into my skin by force; the glyph closes itself around the location the way a clam closes around a pearl. Some knowledge has been forbidden even to the floor. The third impression is a face.

The private jet touched down smoothly on the tarmac of Isla de la Rosa, a secluded island paradise owned exclusively by the Blackwood Group. White sandy beaches stretched as far as the eye could see, surrounded by crystal-clear turquoise waters and lush greenery that seemed untouched by the rest of the world. Draven stood up, straightening his tailored shirt, and turned to offer his hand. His grey eyes, usually sharp and unreadable, were soft, warm, and filled with adoration.