Van Horn To Blackwater Novels & Stories

then in a moment, he discovered that he was no longer falling, but was flying back to the top of a vortex. However, before he got to the top, he had already realized that this vortex was different from the one, he dived into. Since it was made of black water. Thus he knew he was getting to his destination—the Black Water Continent. There was an endless sea of black water stretching into the horizon and merging, with the distant sky. This endless body of black water was the Black Water Continent. This Continent was like its name implied. With more than ninety percent of its surface covered in black, shimmering waters. There were, however, several small–separate– islands, distributed throughou

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?”

The black water hit the high-pressure dome and violently split perfectly down the middle. Like a river dividing around an immovable boulder, the two halves of the massive wave roared past Ren on either side. The toxic water crashed harmlessly against the sheer, vertical rock walls at the far edges of the cavern, violently washing away empty rusted shacks and dead fungal stalks, but leaving the central thoroughfare of The Lanterns completely, miraculously untouched. A heavy, torrential rain of displaced black water fell over the camp, hissing against the hot metal of Nero’s forge.

She pulled a magenta crayon with slow precision from its box. “Dead skunk laying in the highway, hon,” he lied. “Smells bad, huh?” “A little.” Richard followed US Route 20 along with the other traffic going west. He noticed it had begun to rain, so he clicked on the wipers. In the overcast distance he saw an exit sign coming up fast: IRENE EXIT 1C BLACKWATER VAL ¼ MILE ROCKFORD ¾ MILE

"He will be looking for a ghost. And that is what we shall be. But our destination is no longer the Silent Moon. We are going to Blackwater Port." A murmur of disbelief ran through the men. Blackwater Port was Admiral Thorne's stronghold, the very heart of the serpent's nest. It was a place where a Varek king, especially one presumed to be losing his mind, would be welcomed with a crossbow bolt rather than a cup of wine.

And I was going back. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hands and forced myself up off the counter. I had to be strong. Papa wouldn’t want this. I packed enough for a couple days and before I knew it, I was getting off a plane and walking down the runway in a trance. It all went by in a hazy blur. I didn’t remember leaving my apartment, let alone getting on a plane, but here I was, just outside the airport. I hailed a cab and told the driver where I was going. He chuckled and raised a bushy black eyebrow. “Blackwater, eh? I don’t think I’ve ever been,” he leaned closer to the rear view mirror and lowered his voice. “I’ve heard rumors about the people there.” I perked up. “Really?” I was cu

I reminded her. I had been keeping my eyes on him. It was after he left yesterday that I finally roamed around the place freely. “ He is back. ” Ava smiled. “ I think you both need to have a talk. Perhaps, he needs it more than you do. ” “ Why? Did someone die? ” I pouted. “ Exactly. ” Ava nodded. “ A whole pack died. ” My eyes widened. “ what do you mean? ” “ The Black Water Pack was slaughtered by the vampires and humans overnight. Dustin went to help them, but he was too late. He could only save the kids that the pack members had hidden in their bunkers. ” Ava revealed.

He looked between them. "Am I interrupting something?" Lucien stepped back immediately. "No." Alexander grinned. "Shame." Vivienne appeared behind him. "We've got twenty minutes." "The convoy's ready." Blackwater Cove lay nearly ninety minutes north of Los Angeles. The drive followed the Pacific coastline. As the convoy approached the estate, civilization gradually disappeared. Streetlights became scarce. Cell signals weakened. The ocean crashed violently against jagged cliffs below. Finally... The estate came into view. It was breathtaking.

“Thomas Scott maintained blood-safe houses. Places transferred between shell companies so no generation would ever be exposed.” “How many?” “Five that I know of. There may be more.” Liv opened the first folder. “A hunting lodge in the mountains, a closed psychiatric hospital, two port warehouses, and an estate called Blackwater.” Mother went still. “Black water.” “What?” I asked. “Talus opened a crack with water beneath it. I saw it for one second.” Amelie approached the maps, still leaning against Bless. “I sensed moisture as well, but it was not living water. It was a dead ley line.”