Kogitsune-maru Novels & Stories

I continued, “The said lighthouse is completely invisible and it holds all of the people’s memories who have left LUAHU.” William looks at me with a frown, “It holds the people’s memories who have left the island? Well that sounds spooky.” “When you said left the island it means waking up from coma?” Liv makes sense. “It could potentially be.” William agrees. Liv continues, “So that could mean like it’s a world where souls go to once their bodies experience being in a state of coma in the real world.”

The gallery is on the ground floor. If the art work on the hallway is magnificent the art work in this gallery is breath takibg. Images and sculpture of howling wolf, vases, bowl, figurines, picture of past alphas and luna, jewelries and what stands out in all of this artworks was crown station in the middle of the gallery. Reading the description of the crown written on a plate beside the crown. It reads. 'The crown of the fallen King, alpha king Cain 1703_till date'.

Susan replied with a tone that suggested just how irritated she had been by the question. " Okay... sorry, just wanted to make sure " Reuben replied, retreating into a corner after noticing her frown. " Really ? how more annoying can you get ? Susan replied and then looked through the telescope one more time, but again she found nothing. " Any sign of the CSS ? " Sunday questioned. " No, but with the data we sent they should be arriving any time soon " Susan replied without turning or taking her eyes off the telescope. While she looked out for them from her side, Sunday equally kept his own side in check, but as Susan had said earlier, nothing looked suspicious.

Black combat boots stepped out onto the snow; with each step he took, the snow crunched under his feet, leaving behind large footprints. The general inclined his head in submission when the man came to stand in front of him. "Alpha Orion," he bowed in greeting. "Was that the last of them?" the Alpha asked in a gruff tone, nodding towards the trucks. "Yes, Alpha," the general replied quickly, folding his hands behind his back. The Alpha hummed and nodded. He gripped the small silk scarf he'd been clutching and brought it to his nose; taking a long inhale, he shut his eyes. Cold grey eyes snapped open, a growl rumbling from his chest.

I have to save …. “The Alpha has done it again.” I felt a tingle as something touched my thigh. I motioned towards my thigh, wondering what it could be to be able to have such soft skin like a human hand. “Ahhhhh!” I screamed as I spotted Jimmy’s head next to me. “Any member of the Moon Hound Pack is an enemy even if he/she is as weak as a scout. The assassin who learned the art of Tai might still be among us for all I know, thanks to General Kyle.” Ryu’s voice deepened.

Mya finally smiled and got on the boat with Lincoln. Behind them, Jackie yelled, "Salute!!!" With a thunderous "swoosh," the Wyvern Peak soldiers saluted the NS Trinaga. After Adrian got onto the boat, Jackie said, "The NS Trinaga is capable of diving underwater, so you can use it to retreat if the situation gets dire. It also has weapons built into it. I've asked someone to set the boat on autopilot to Isle 416. You may switch to manual if you come across an emergency mid-way."

Behind them, the city lights of the skyline stretched out under a clear midnight sky, reflecting off the glass panels of the war room. "All three carriers have cleared the choke points," Cassian said, unbuttoning the high collar of his storm coat and tossing it onto a leather chair. His voice was rough, but a dark, victorious glint flashed in his eyes. "The Sovereign is currently making twenty-four knots toward Shanghai. Vance Maritime's regional maritime permits have been revoked by international harbor authorities for illegal blockade activity."

Slowly and gracefully the three ships joined formation with the massive supercarrier. Though the Invictus with its three kilometers length was an impressive sight for anyone to see. She was simply a speck, however, compared to the majestic might of the Twenty Kilometer long vessel. The differences didn't end there. The Invictus was mostly smooth and, aside from a few main turrets and the lines of Point-defence Guns, had a flat and sleek appearance. Ark Imperial was littered with 'small' turrets. Small being at least tens of meters high and wide which boasted multiple barrels per turret, the ventral section mounting dozens of skyscraper-sized antennae for fire direction of the vast array of w

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

Mine. On Sarah’s panel a second contact blooms, a hot red signature peeling off our position and sinking into the trench, carrying my frequency, my signal, the read of a Sovereign-class source bleeding into the sea. And the hunter-sub turns off its intercept and goes after it, fast, hungry, exactly as designed. But I am watching the red light leave.