Makima Stare Novels & Stories

Levi was gifted like that, he could get in anywhere, and you never heard him coming. “I’ll be back in a bit. I know you’re going to need some Scotch for tonight’s bullshit meeting,” Levi said, and walked out again. Malachi smiled, and shook his head. Levi was right though. Malachi walked to the living room, planning on getting himself a drink, when he spied the man standing with his back toward him. The stranger was gazing out of the window. He had light brown hair and stood about 6’2” tall.. The stranger turned around, and Malachi noticed the fern like marks on his left arm. It started at his wrist and went all the way up to his neck. “Malachi Sinclair.”

Gesturing Makaria with his head to get the hell out of here. Makaria sighed and also stepped back. She looked up at Ragnar and Sasha saw it. The emotion that was swirling in her light gray eyes was the emotion known as sorrow. "I will leave but before that, I have something to talk about," Makaria said. "Spill it," Ragnar grumbled, getting annoyed by their way too prolonging existence. "About the Silver stone." Just as these words left Makaria's lips, Ragnar's gaze sharpened. "What about it?" He asked and Makaria sighed.

They're outside right now, probably aiming at these massive floor-to-ceiling windows, waiting for the perfect moment to turn this beautiful kitchen into a warzone. But Malakai doesn't even flinch. He reaches under the marble island and presses something I can't see. Before I can ask what he's doing, heavy metal shutters drop over every single window and door in this house. The sound is deafening, like thunder rolling across the mountains. Everything goes pitch black for exactly one second and I gasp, gripping the edge of the counter so hard my knuckles hurt. Then warm amber lights kick in from somewhere and I can see again.

High above, Eliana helped the civilian volunteers set up the heavy Kornet anti-tank missile tripods, locking the laser-guidance systems onto the exact center of the highway below. By the time the first pale streaks of dawn began to bleed over the jagged peaks of the Maasai Steppe, the Makuyuni pass was no longer a road. It was a three-dimensional, perfectly calibrated kill zone. Baraka stood alone at the base of the welded barricade, the violet Star-Code energy humming steadily beneath his skin. He closed his eyes, centering his breathing, letting the stiff, aching tendons in his right arm stretch and warm up. He could feel the vibrations in the earth long before he could hear them.

​The face on the cracked secondary monitor didn't look human anymore. The white medical gauze wrapped around Marcus Kane’s skull was stained dark with a mixture of dried blood and stagnant trench water. Through the gaps in the linen, his single exposed eye bulged with a frantic, rhythmic twitch, staring straight through the static-heavy lenses of the camera array.

And sneaking out of this place was not possible with Luther's men, who always patrolled the perimeter of the mansion. I didn't know how many people live in this place or people did really exist here. Because all I could see was Luther's human robots who were human but acted like a machine. They didn't laugh, smile, and talk. Only the thing they usually did was obey Luther's orders. If Luther wanted them to eat, they would eat. If Luther wanted them to sit, they would sit. I wondered If they urinated only after his order?

BALIN My Maserati MC20 glided to a stop in front of the Star Ocean mermaid center. I leaned back, studying the building’s facade. “Are you sure you want to get a mermaid from this center?” Jarek, my Beta, asked for what felt like the hundredth time today.

I can't help but appreciate how sexy and appetising he looked standing with a frown on his face as he is locked on the screen with Vlad making his way through the bushes and undergrowth . I watch the bottom screen as Kammi , Masimo , Luca and Carlos walk in formation with their assault rifles , custom made AK47 that are designed to take the ammunition we had designed to take out all different kinds of supernatural beings . I stare at Vladimir on the screen and something looks off , like he is looking for somewhere . “Has he been here before?” Maddox asks from the side of me mirroring my own thoughts . Picking up the walkie talkie I wait for it to come to life .

Gave a long groan. The men at my back sucked in air. A growl unfurled from my throat. Kiema stood up from the bed, stopped. She looked down at herself, looked back up. "Why's everyone staring at me? Is something wrong?" "Not one thing, kitten," Taryk called from his position next to me. "We're just admiring your beauty." A blush rose to Kiema's cheeks. "Um. Thanks." I reached out a hand. She took it.

"Sit in the outer ring. Use your enhanced focus. Don't take your eyes away from him for a second." "Him... Eigen." As they turned onto a glass-lined corridor she squinted. Harsh light shone through the panels of glass, reflecting directly into her retinas. She looked at the floor until the final approach, where the huge mechanical guards lined the walls. They never moved but Maika felt as if they watched. Of course, they were watching. But watching without seeing. The thought gave her chills, like one of those creepy lifeless dolls that would fix you with their dead stare wherever you went in the room.