Galápagos Novels & Stories

Life at Solus Institute? It could've been a good one, sure. That is, if you were born there, if the sterile, regulated halls were all you’d ever known. But for me? Yeah, that’s where it got a little iffy. My life before Solus was a real one, a good one. Heck, a great one. I had a mom, a whole crew of friends, and yeah, even love. The kind of messy, complicated, wonderful love that doesn’t always fit into neat little boxes. Solus Institute was just a fancy way of saying "orphanage for supernatural kids." A home for children who lost all family, who were just alone in the world. It’s got that official, clinical vibe, you know?

he asked curiously. "Huh, First let me introduce myself. I am Baba Farra Fanga II, teacher of Retter, your father. I know all the ins and outs of your family. Your uncle has a strong ambition to rule the world. In an ancient book, it was written, conquering the world started from Arica City. The people there have great potential to rule the world. This book is known only to the Lochirous family." "Only the descendants of Lochirous who refused to rule the world could gather everyone in the city of Arica. And it's you Noah."

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

he said bringing out a business card and giving me. I took it and put it in my purse. Constantine was glaring at us, he was fuming. He took me inside and we went to his parents "Mum and dad we'll be leaving now" "Already?" His mum asked "Yes, it's late already" "That's true," she said "Eulalia thank you for coming and we hope to see you again" "Thank you ma for welcoming me, I'll come by again". "Your mum and I would be leaving for a trip to the Maldives. We need some time to ourselves" his father said "we'll be back next week"

They knew those words were parting words. “Please, do not trouble yourselves. The gods singled me out for this mission, and not you. I am certain that there are disciples ahead, chosen by the gods, to assist me. Your destiny lies with you. Goodbye till we meet again. I must travel to the kingdom of Fallahi to meet Banabella, my sibling, whose beauty has brought upon us, this evil of death and destruction. May the gods be with you till we meet to part no more.” He took up a bladder of water, stared at them one last time, and strutted off, as the men stared at him in bewilderment.

— Where? — I thought of Italy, but specifically of a paradise city called Polignano a Mare, which is to the south. It has an amazing hotel and a restaurant built in the middle of a big rock, you have to see it, it's wonderful! He speaks with such enthusiasm. — And we can still spend a few days in Paris, and the rest of the holiday at my place in Ibiza. What do you think? Before I can answer your question, your phone rings. Raúl

Bryan notices that all the seas are labeled by kingdom, unlike the conventional names he is accustomed to. He observes that the Mediterranean Sea is designated as the Kingdom of Tritania, encompassing not only the city but the entire sea. On the other side of the Atlantic, he sees three neighboring kingdoms. The Sargasso Sea is marked with the Greek word for gold, and the Bermuda Triangle is indicated as Burminia, forming a near-perfect triangle on the map. The Caribbean Sea is labeled as the Serean Sea, and the Gulf of Mexico is referred to as Myanmarine.

True, she knew her daughter acted slightly older than her age, but if she had had even a slight suspicion that this was how things were going to go, then she'd have told William about their child the moment she saw him again back at her office. Looking back now, that seemed like such a long time ago. "You coming mum?" Isabel called out. "Yeah, yeah... I am." She announced, hurrying up to catch up with them. ***** "This place is amazing!" Isabel gaped as she sat down at their table. The man had driven them to the Golden Tulip Hotel in Accra, specifically the Blanche Restaurant and the place was simply gorgeous with its serene atmosphere and impressive decor. "Do they serve ice cream though?"

I said with a laugh as worry lines creased his brow. We rode the Hipper, a superconducting levitation transporter that took city dwellers to and from the Drock, then proceeded onward to the edge of the ice lands. At speeds of over five hundred miles an hour, we passed computerized automotive harvesters and hovering seeding machines that dotted the landscape. Leaves as bright as jewels spun through the air in the Hipper’s wake. In the distance, the towering ice mountains stretched across the horizon. The ice lands covered two-thirds of our planet, sustaining a population of more than eighty million.

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”