Makima Stare Novels & Stories

He’d just taken a deep sniff of the amber-colored liquid before handing it back, telling the flight attendant to pour it out. Had her husband gone mad? Or had she? He’d spent the rest of the short flight working on his computer. Bewildered and hurt, Calleigh had fallen asleep staring out the small window of the plane, watching the lights of the Italian coastline disappear. Now, as she looked out the small round window, she saw small clusters of lights amid the darkness, like scattered stars in the night. “Excuse me, where are we?” “We’re beginning our descent into Malaga Airport, madam.”

She was using a wand as a weapon. “I’m just warning them, Reta,” Stan smirked. He was confident that they’d end the game quickly. He even assumed the audience might get bored because their opponents were lowlife shifters that wouldn’t stand a chance to defeat the strong magic wielders of Axum. Malaika pretended not to hear those remarks. She studied the opponents one after another. She could tell Stan and Reta were strong based on their position on their formation. She quickly memorized each weapon. Three of them were archers having different designs of bows in their hands, ready to shoot.

He lifts my face so that we are staring into one another's eyes, and his bright green eyes are filled with wonder, awe, and something else. "Amaris, there is someone that I would like to introduce you to," Kenton says, reaching out with his other hand and grasping ahold of my own, then curls me into his body as he tries to shield me from the eyes of the other now naked men and women before us.

I still don’t believe what I’m seeing. “Really? Have they seen it happen before?” Crista asked, looking at my face. Seeing myself like this was freaking me out. Is this how actors feel when they watch themselves on film? I can see all the machines they have me hooked up to. I can see how scruffy I look. And right now, I looked like I was in a bad dream, my brow furrowed in almost pain. I suppose that’s not wrong. I am stuck in a bad dream, and watching this isn’t helping.

“You? Against me?” Mika shrugged, smug. “Unless you’re scared.” “Please stop talking,” Moses said under his breath. Luca chuckled, shaking his head. “You never know when to quit, little graveyard.” Mika’s grin widened. "Nope." With a sigh, Luca swung onto his own sleek black stallion in one fluid movement. And then— Mika, wearing her signature grin of reckless confidence, slipped into the wrong enclosure with deliberate casualness. A gate clanged open.

Target's primary weakness is now highlighted. A bright pulsating red circle appeared on my system screen. It locked onto the base of the Blade-Stalkers skull. "Eva! What is that?!" Marcus's voice shrieked. "Where did you get that thing?! Use it! Kill it!" "Shut up Marcus!" I yelled back as I kept my eyes on the beast. "Keep your mouth shut if you want to breathe!"

My eyes widened as I stared at Kyrian Maddox half naked, hair damp, water still on his body, his butt hanging out facing me. "You've got to be fucking kidding me.”

Summer was perched on her seat, her legs swinging as she chattered about a dream involving flying ponies. Then they heard the faint whir of wheels. Malakai appeared in the doorway. Dark stubble shadowed his jaw, his eyes bleary. He wore a plain black T-shirt and loose joggers that hung low on his hips. One hand rubbed at his eye, and the other rested on the wheelchair armrest as he paused, taking in the scene. Summer's spoon clattered to the table. Her eyes went saucer-wide. For one frozen second, she just stared as if she wasn't sure whether he was real or not. Then she gasped.

“But make it now.” I stared at her. I stared at Elias, Maxwell, and Mara. I stared at the power trembling in the air, the weight of the moment pressing down on me.

Everything turned dark and silent. *********