H2o Mako Island Novels & Stories

He tapped her cheeks several times and when she didn’t awaken, he swam with her to the shore he saw from a distance. Exhausted and thirsty, Marcus moved his arms and feet tirelessly until they reached the island. “Don’t worry, Mariko. I will not let you die.” The island is uninhabited. There was no house and only trees and wild plants around it. Marcus looked around to find a place where they could rest. But he couldn't see anything and he only noticed dry wood and leaves. He pushed the floating door of the helicopter, where Mariko was lying down until they reached the shore.

Maliyla's POV Makatea, goddess, this place was incredible. From the food to the ocean, it was paradise. I thought I had seen everything until I stepped foot here. Words couldn't do justice to the beauty of this place. In a way, it was like entering a dream. This beach was filled with clear, warm, and inviting water. Trees, lush greenery, and white sand created a peaceful, inviting atmosphere. Hector and I spent the entire morning and afternoon on the beach. We spent the whole day swimming, sunbathing, and exploring the area. It wasn't until my stomach growled that Hector said we should head back.

, he roared. “Caves??? Why do you want to go to Kamahoalii????? It is a training ground for shark warriors – there is nothing there for us. What are you talking about?”, I again tried to subdue him. “I am not talking about Kamahoalii caves!!! Besides, I am not interested in our sister’s army of good for nothing brutes. There is something here, Kal, something is drawing me to Makaha!!! You need to listen to me!! We need to go there!!” he screamed in my head. I did not understand what had gotten into him, but ever since we got here, the burning sensation in my chest was growing stronger, and my breathing was shallow, my anxiety through the roof. I did not fully understand why Beast would have

“I’d like to welcome you and let you know exactly what we’re going to be doing today. Our captain today is Akoni. Everyone, say hi to Cousin Akoni.” “Hi, Cousin Akoni,” everyone yelled. “The other crew here to make your experience the best of your life are Bob, Kai, and most importantly, Keke. Keke is the bartender,” Jake announced. “Right now, we’re just about to leave port and head to Coral Gardens. This is one of the best places around Maui to see sea turtles. We will spend about an hour there before we head to Molokini.” “Yay,” Amelie squealed.

Alpha Makahi, who was only half shift, ran jumped on a nearby table, leaped into the air, shifted fully into Maka, landed on the White tiger’s back, nhe used his teeth and claw trying to tear at the tiger's flesh, but the tiger's skin tuff. The white tiger’s flesh was almost impossible to break, all the wolves were attacking The White Tiger, but no one was causing any real damage. They were being thrown around like rag dolls by The White Tiger. The Makahi, Montego, and Blaze were the only ones that were causing some damage, but not enough to weaken the giant white tiger. The women had already grabbed Charms and was heading to the door. Soko, walked pass the women causally, before he stopped

The streets were empty, doors were closed and the only thing that gave life to the village was the golden lights shimmering from the door slit. Finding the house of the chief was not a problem too. The red walls stood in the center of the village, looking as if they had been built out from the earth. No guard was standing on the doorpost, or anywhere her eyes could see. Ejima sauntered towards the door but paused in her wake when a cold object rested on her neck. “One wrong move and you are dead meat.” Ejima breathed out, unaware that she was holding her. She recognized the voice. It was the voice of the woman that had captured her two years back when she had followed the basket to this isla

Layla rolled her eyes once more. She had just confessed to her friends that she was held at knifepoint by a junkie weirdo and all they wanted to do was talk about her kissing a biker. "His name is Marrok," she admitted. "Marrok Kenneally." "Marrok Kenneally, what a strange name for a biker," said Amy trying to recall any bikers she'd ever heard of with that name. "What's his club name?" "The Howler M.C. I think," replied Layla thinking back to Brick and his impressive patches.

"Keratin, you will be staying here." A glance at it showed a spacious room with a bed and a table and a chair. Germaine briefly wondered if the goblins ever took a bath. As if sensing her unspoken words, Mako spoke. "There is a stream nearby where we go to bathe. I am sure Zar can show any of you there after you have rested."

No one knows the existence of the island except Mort, Klauss, Narco, the twins, Leroy and Lyric. Klauss drove the car to the sea bridge to the secret island. Mort was looking out through the opened window as he hugged the maiden to warm her, the dawn broke little by little in the East. The sea is so serene that its clarity seems to reflect the twinkling stars in the sky. The plinking of the wave-music was enthralling.

She looked like she wanted to say more—but Mack spoke before she could. “We have two days,” he said, still staring at the screen. “Three, max. I want boots on the water in twelve hours. Reeve—pull satellite eyes. Night vision, heat sensors. I don’t care if we have to track the damn air humidity—find me that house.” “Yes, sir,” Reeve said, already dialing someone. “And Rowe—” Mack turned to me. “Watch her.” I nodded. “On it.” He walked out of the room like a storm exiting the coast—quiet, cold, and dangerous.