Makima Novels & Stories

It was still raining and in brief flashes of lightning but the tree above the bench shields me from raindrops at least a bit. I don't know how long I stayed there but my chain of thoughts was broken by a soft feminine sound, "Omg honey are you okay?"

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

“We have to wait for Mark's brother to arrive. He brings the search warrant, let's not gain a lawsuit for insolent.” I tried to calm myself by breathing deeply, but it was impossible to listen to the conversation that was going on inside that house. “Don't be insolent!” Arthur yelled, "You'll sign these fucking papers right now!" “I'm 25 years old, Arthur. I think I can make my own decisions since I turned 21.” "You said she was ignorant,” said another man's voice. “What about the camera?” I asked increasingly nervous. "There are glitches with the images, we can't connect,” Mick replied.

FLASHBACK "That's it!" Aramid glared as her eyes met the blue base that had just been knocked down." what did I tell you about running around the house?" She scolded as she pulled on her meanest face "But momma!" Aracely whined. She didn't mean to run around like that, She was just a bit hyper. Aramide glared at her daughter for a bit before she wiped the look off her face and said "you'll be the end of me" she muttered.

Down in the muddy valley, the engine of the lead armored excavator roared with a mechanical, industrial violence that shook the ancient pine needles from the trees. Inside the luxury, leather-lined interior of his command vehicle, Malakai lounged back against the plush seats, entirely unbothered by the pitch-black highland storm rattling the reinforced glass. He poured himself a glass of blood-red vintage wine, a smug, highly satisfied smirk playing on his handsome features.

I looked away, staring out the window at the endless stretch of trees, trying to steady my breathing. The road curved ahead, and as we rounded the bend, I saw it—a massive iron gate rising from the forest floor, flanked by stone pillars that looked ancient and imposing. Intricate metalwork wove through the bars, forming patterns that seemed almost like runes or symbols. Beyond the gate, a long driveway disappeared into the trees, leading toward something I couldn't yet see. Jace slowed the truck to a stop in front of the gate. "We're here," he said, his voice quieter now, more serious.

Malachi said and Kiran laughed as he looked at me. “Dad wasn’t a goody two-shoes and he became Alpha at twenty,” I said. Malachi put his napkin down and picked his glass up. “Yes, he did. He was ready. You aren’t even close to being ready to fill an Omega position,” Malachi said evenly and my mother laughed. An Omega was the lowest position in the pack, reserved for people that didn’t really serve any purpose.

We moved past them like shadows, a torn silk dress and a blood-stained tuxedo blending into the chaos of a panicked crowd. ​We hit the lobby just as the emergency backup generators struggled to kick in, providing nothing more than a dim, flickering amber light. Malakai led me through the kitchens and out into a narrow service alleyway. Waiting there, idling with a purely mechanical roar that didn't rely on modern computers, was a vintage 1969 black Mustang. ​"A carburetor and a spark plug," Malakai said, shoving me into the passenger seat. "The only thing in a three-block radius that still knows how to run."

Wait, am I? I looked around to seek assurance but their faces begun to get serious—like they heard something intriguing or I just dropped a hint. "My apology, but what do you mean by car?" Merko asked. "Its a means of transportation for convenience invented by humans. They are made of metals and rubbers, those sort of things," Yamiko replied. Well then, I must say he knew a lot. "So then, by stating transportation, I recalled,Mherkealla was the only Kerieko who uses blue smoke to move from one place to another. Might it be related to her?" asked Yura.