H2o Mako Island Novels & Stories

"This is your real home?" Marinah asks. "Yes." We walk up the path to the steel front door. I reach around her and open it. "Unlocked?" she questions. "Unlocked." The entry is large, tiled, and cool compared to the temperature outside. I hit a switch by the door and turn on the generator. We use wind and solar power on the island. When I'm away for a long time, I disconnect the batteries to allow them to totally drain so they last longer. I walk over and open the large bay window that leads to a balcony overlooking the water.

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

The Sanctuary of Azure The private jet emblazoned with the Golden Phoenix logo landed smoothly on a private runway cutting through the dense tropical jungle of Aethelgard Island. Located far in hidden coordinates of the Pacific Ocean, this island was more than just a vacation destination. It was Mavric Thorne’s engineering masterpiece a floating fortress equipped with the world’s most advanced Azure defense technology. As the jet door opened, warm air carrying scents of sea salt and jasmine greeted them. Liora Thorne stepped out, wearing a loose white linen dress that provided maximum comfort for her body still in the early stages of recovery.

Golden hour has set in making the place look even better. I can see there is a mixture of guests, those from the council have all been invited and it looks like all of them have come, Maccario is the only merman in human form I can see a selection of sirens and other merman watching from the water. I can see he checks me out as his tongue sweeps his lips and I prey Zac doesn’t notice. Maccario’s gaze makes me uncomfortable the only man I want to look at me like that is standing at the end of the aisle, his back is currently facing me, although I can tell his eager to turn from the subtle fidgeting he is doing.

All that ever happened between us were a couple of heated make-out sessions, one Lunamin. “Bigger than Jako’s,” Soko joins them with a smirk. She never was one to pull punches, though I’m sure I’ve never went there with Aya’s friend. “What? Every one has been with Jako,” her casually talking about rod sizes makes me evaluate how much the pair of them actually talk about. “You and Hiro?” Maka's light thin brows lift and there is something of a hiss in her voice. “Well, how is he?” She asks when Soko doesn’t answer right away.

You’re a bit shook-up. She laughed. ‘Yes. I think so too. But I’ll drive carefully and keep the speed well down.’ She got into the Aston-Martin, turned the key with rather shaky fingers, and slowly pulled away. In her rear-view mirror, she saw the Jeep keep a steady pace a hundred or so yards behind her. She detoured around Honolulu, and about an hour later pulled up at the electronic gates of her home - a big sprawling bungalow called ‘Makai Hale’. Literally translated, it meant ‘the

"The Island is a laboratory under the sea! And you just steered the Template right into the intake valve!" 𝗔𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘆𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗴𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗸, 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘂𝗽 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻�

It was nothing compared to this. “NO ONE GETS OFF THIS ISLAND ALIVE,” Mykenzie growls. “OF COURSE.” Mykayla screeches back. I stand there and watch as Mykayla floats about three feet off the ground, and I know she is tapping into her goddess and phoenix powers. As usual, her eyes are glowing their bright green, but her normal red starts to change to this blinding bright white, and I watch as a wall of water rises around the entire island and over it. It seals us in.

Several mountains could be seen surrounding the rather large island, and odd flowers could be seen growing all over the place. Regardless, the second Gerald saw the island, he immediately knew what that place was. It was Warhill Island, the place where the pledge of the holy water was getting held! ‘By this point, I’m sure grandpa and the others have long arrived there…’ Whatever the case was, Gerald now had a rough idea on how to use the Mackusion. Essentially, after communicating with it through one’s soul, everything that the communicator thought, missed, or was confused about would instantly reveal themselves on the screen, one after another.

I felt different—sharper, as if the girl who used to flinch at her mother’s shadow had finally been buried at sea. ​"A sanctuary," Malakai replied, his eyes never leaving the radar screen. "An island off the coast of Sicily that doesn't exist on any commercial map. It’s owned by a man who owes me his life twice over. We’ll be safe there while I coordinate our next move against the Council."