Makima Stare Novels & Stories

He was still strong. They moved backward on the slippery floor. Above them a giant eye. As big as a car tire. Moved in its socket. The red recording light at the center of the eye blinked. It was not just looking at them; it was showing them to the world. Here in the ruins of the real world the TV show was still happening. "It is a Harvester " Maya whispered. Her eyes were wide with fear. She knew this machine from the drawings in the Library. "It is the machine that takes care of the sleeping pods. It thinks we are parts that fell out of the machine!"

Her gaze reminds me of a terrible past but her freckles make me enlarge the photo until those little spots are splattered across every inch of my screen. I don't realize I've been caught staring at the image until Junnev clears his throat. He gives me a questioning look while I glance at Malakai who's currently blowing a gum balloon. “Ever heard of the KMJ Gone Girls?” Junnev shrugs like I knew he would, he only lives for food, football, and our brotherhood, but Malakai's eyeballs nearly bulge out of his skull.

Hunter looks around and growls at Michael to get out of his seat. "Awe man." Michael rolls his eyes theatrically but moves from his seat. "Here you go milady. " He gestures and winks at her, which earns him another guttural growl from Merrick, which in turn earns him a chuckle from everyone else. Hunter moves to sit on the edge of his desk next to his brother and everyone's attention is now on Dakota. Dakota looks at all the bulky, intimidating men around her and then gently clears her throat.

Every move seemed more intentional, more ultimate. Malakai halted once more, this time pivoting to confront them. His gaze - those eerie, inscrutable eyes - met hers, and briefly, Amora sensed he could peer deep into her soul. Witness every uncertainty, every apprehension she had made an effort to conceal. "We have arrived," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Merca’s voice quivered with an unsettling urgency. Carl, unfazed, pulled out his phone and showed Merca the video sent to him earlier that day—the public introduction of Maika and Malko. He zoomed in on Maika’s face, highlighting the unmistakable resemblance to Aster. “This is her, Aunt. This is Maika.”

The steady hum of the Chariot in flight was the only thing that Megan could hear as she looked at the faces staring back at her around the battlestation. Ricardo, Adolf, Jay, even Kei; none of them spoke as they awaited what she presumed was her reasonable explanation for what she had blurted out in Chersky.

He seethed and she just stared. "I'm sorry?" It came out as a question but it was not what Karan was honestly waiting for, he'd been trying to find Maya alone without her army, unprotected, vulnerable and today he'd finally got her. "We have some unsettled business, nerd." He hissed down at her and she blinked staring back blankly, feeling the hallucination of watching the identical eyes of hers staring back with nothing but a veil of fog layering those orbs.

“oh shit, is that where we are staying?” Camila asked peeking out of the window at the huge resort building. It was covered in glass and had a beautiful reflection when the sun shone on it. She looked at Roman with a quirked eyebrow but her husband was not ready to say anything. “oh don’t be a wuss, I know this is the surprise already” . Roman chuckled to himself and looked away.

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Creed pulled his arrow while the beast's horrifying appearance still dazed others. They all had one thing in mind right looking at the beast "A talking Malaka..." They all mumbled with grotesque expressions on their faces, "Shit! This can't be real!" With their senses going dull and eyes turning bloodshot, everything seemed unreal. Not only that, but a phantom pressure exuding out of the Malaka, forcefully pushed them to the ground.