Makima Novels & Stories

She gripped the device tightly, her fingers trembling slightly, and a brief smile appeared on her face. “How are you, Mike?” she murmured, almost like a whisper. “I miss you. I hope you’re still alive…” Under the dim light of the old cabin, Maia sat cross-legged, staring at the old communication device. Her trained fingers pressed a series of small buttons, sending a code. Three taps, one pause, two quick taps, then ending with one long tap. The code was simple, but only one person in the world knew its meaning. Maia placed the device back into the metal box. She stared at the night sky through the window gap.

Malkia gestured for Mwajuma to step forward. Mwajuma moved to the center of the balcony, the heavy iron-shale armor moving flawlessly with her broad shoulders. She looked out over the sea of faces—Kesi, Nia, Binta, Chausiku—all looking up at her with absolute, unwavering trust. "Mwajuma, the Earth-Breaker," Malkia proclaimed. "Kneel." Mwajuma dropped to her right knee, the heavy stone of her gauntlet resting against the polished wood of the balcony. She bowed her head, exposing the thick, muscular column of her neck and the dark collar resting there.

Makil was openly sobbing as he dug up the green with his bare hands. “I'M COMING BABY, DADDY IS HERE AND I'M GETTING YOU OUTTA HERE JUST STAY CALM BABY! Makil yelled as he kept digging. The brothers went to the big tractors the brought in order to dig faster once they found out where Kymoni was. When they first met the men waited until after hours of searching they hadn't thought they would be using them. They were glad as hell that they were wrong, they all so head lights and looked at Martrice, wondering if the men got here faster than they thought. Martrice frowned because his black site hacker only reported the fleet of cars still miles away. He hacked into the satellites and zoomed in a

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

She was taken aback by her sudden interrogation. "What? No?" Micaela blinked her lashes rapidly and denied, then turned and stared ahead nothing in particular. "Just kidding." Saying Jane swivelled and pressing her elbows on the railing as she looked ahead. "Can you see those wires over the boarder walls?" Micaela nodded her head. "Ten thousand milliamps current running through those wires. A slight human touch and you cannot even imagine how brutal a person's death could be. And that drone, it doesn't only have a security camera but equipped with 7.62 mm machine gun."

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

It didn't take superpowers to know that he had left the matter to her to handle as she wished; and so, she did. The Chariot, as Dennis had called to it, was exactly what it was described as: a station. Three levels high, it housed everything from a battlestation, to an armoury, a medical lab, and even a garage with more than twenty cars in storage- it was where Megan had found the McLaren she drove to the party. In short, the Chariot was a piece of incredible machinery designed to ensure an Olympus team's efficiency and success on a mission; and Megan really hoped it helped hers too.

Thing is, Mia has been able to find out beforehand that Joseph mounted motion sensors in the water. If they get too close to his base, they will run into the sensors perimeter and trigger them. With a little bit of Tekna magic though, Mia has equipped the ship with a software that can easily detect the sensors and thus, avoid them, which it just does. “Ladies first.” Andrew makes an exaggerated gentlemanly posture with a wide grin on his face as he points Mia below deck.

This was going to be a very emotional week. I observed a statue of Leif Eriksson in front of the church, then made my way to the large modern cathedral. Past the large brass doors were simple columns and pews that made up the interior body of the church, although majestic with it’s high vaulted ceiling, it was undecorated and reminiscent of Iceland's glaciers. At the back of the church the sun illuminated the altar situated inside the cupola. Looking back towards the entrance a large pipe organ adorned the wall above the door. I took the lift to the top of the tower where it was fairly cold and windy, but totally worth it. From there I could see the horizon, the ocean, the moody mountains as

Mahira’s face was blank but Mak was in a frenzy, “Damn, is this guy crazy or what, is he a gangster, is this a kind of warning, Oh No! somebody save me, I still have to enjoy my youth, I have to look after so many girl friends, what if I die, what if... ,” “Shut up will you,” Mahira had to yell to shush him, “Its just a plant for God’s sake, don’t over react,” Mak was silent, “Well, I was just.. just thinking out loud, I am not scared of a cactus , damn you,” he said as he stood up to go to kitchen, “and damn that crazy stalker of yours.” Mahira really wondered sometimes, what did she see in Mak to have him as a friend even, she ignored him and returned to opening the note.