Charon Docks At Daylight Novels & Stories

But Maia manages to flip onto her back, using her hind legs to kick Charon off, before swiftly lunging forward and sinking her teeth into his throat. Blood sprays from Charon’s neck as he lets out a guttural howl. He tries to break free, but Maia holds on with all her might, her black eyes glowing with feral intensity. Charon’s struggles grow weaker, and soon he lies still, lifeless.

“What about the deck?” “The deck will still be here in the morning. We’ll be in this ship for at least another four days. So, come on now,” he said, pulling Charlie up by the arms. This time, Charlie was actually compliant, surprisingly, and he was able to get him within a few steps of the door before he pulled away and approached the railing. Sighing, Jonathan asked, “What are you doing now?” “This glass will not be making the journey to New York City,” he explained before pitching it off the side of the Titanic far out into open sea.

“Boat’s ahead!” Fiona’s lungs burned as they raced forward. The small motorboat bobbed against the dock, its driver waving them over frantically. One by one, they leaped onto the boat. Darwin was the last to jump, shoving the dock away as the engine roared to life. Bullets ricocheted off the metal railing, but they were already speeding into the open water. Fiona exhaled, the wind whipping through her hair. The city lights faded behind them, swallowed by the darkness.

Like in Hades. An old skiff rested on the shore, made of dark wood that could have been Charon's boat. I cocked my brow. “Haven't modernized, Sam?” I walked to the shore's edge, then peered around the corner. A motorboat behind a stalagmite. “Score.”

"We leave in two days. Rest. Repair. Because once we step onto the mainland, there is no going back." That Night - The Docks of Scrimshaw The celebration in Scrimshaw was raucous. Bonfires burned on the floating platforms. Pirates and Iron-Kin danced together, sharing rum and war stories. The air smelled of roasted fish, gunpowder, and victory. Saoirse sat on the end of a pier, her legs dangling over the dark water. The bioluminescent plankton swirled beneath her boots, mimicking the stars above. She held the Dragon Charm in her hand, rubbing the silver metal with her thumb.

She didn’t ask questions,just sat beside me, her hand pressed over mine. “You’re close,” she whispered. “Don’t slip now.” I kissed her temple. “I won’t.” She lifted her head, met my eyes. The same eyes Micah had. The same fight. “Bring it all down, Adrian.” “I will.” The marina smelled of salt and rotting wood when I stepped onto the dock at ten on the dot. Lights flickered overhead , only half the bulbs still alive, swaying in the breeze like lanterns in some forgotten graveyard.

At this point we had the upper hand and quickly made the end that Charon couldn't hold. "Uncle Hector, don't hurt Charon, or my father will...", Aubrey shouted to warn me when he saw me starting to fight. "I'm praying to die", I laughed, never thought I could make Charon terrify, so consider this a rare opportunity for me. I quickly used goblin flames to shoot at Charon, causing him pain. “Probably give you a few thousand more years…” I stopped involuntarily, that's enough for Charon, I thought to myself. Taking advantage of the time while Charon was not looking, I pulled Aubrey quickly towards the gate behind the statue and the two of us quickly jumped into the black night.

They placed their bleeding hands on top of the basin of water and chanted; "We, the Sentinels of the moon Called out for thee Make a way for us to see Show our Priestess where she is For us to hold her so dear From the east to the west To the north to south Hear our plea!" A white shining light came across the basin, it is as if almost blinding. Orbs of light surrounds them, yet it disappeared quickly.

And it is only that thought that consumes me as I keep pumping rapidly towards any moving thing that does not look like a Marine or a Marine vehicle itself. We cannot do what we do best. We cannot go out there and fight, so we will do what we do second best…We do not leave a man behind. We will not be left behind today. And that is what definitely gets pressed firm into my head as I watch a Marine tanker come towards us with a Cobra hovering above head.

Chapter 60 As the sun falls into the horizon, the people, or should I say the werewolves, of the town of Dusk and Dawn starts to gather at our place. Tonight the alpha’s madness will end. Tonight, everything will be more normal and free. No more threats and darkness. Only good, light, and life.