Makima Stare Novels & Stories

I could visualize the gears on his head, contemplating the exact word he was going to say to me, then the creases on his forehead relaxed and resigned a long, deep sigh. “Sorry sweet cake, but I can’t,” Akim shakes his head and cups the side of my face with his enormous face, almost covering half of it, and endearingly rubs his thumb over my cheeks before pulling away. “You can stay if you still want to watch them, or you can go back to the poolside. Micah must have been looking where you’ve been,” he added, turning his back on me and walking towards the center, shifting his attention to fight scenes in front of us.

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

Eyes too bright. I hear my own breathing, amplified. Kael steps closer, close enough that I feel the heat of him, the familiar steadiness. “You don’t have to do this.” “Yes,” I say quietly. “I do.” I face the camera. “My name is Maia,” I say. My voice carries, clear and unbroken. “I didn’t plan to speak to you like this. I didn’t plan to speak at all.” Silence spreads. A living, waiting thing.

But inside the farthest wing of the Musk estate past the long-gilded hallways and behind the heavy carved doors Amara was wide awake. She sat cross-legged on her bed, her back resting against a mountain of down pillows, wrapped in a loose dark gray robe that hung off one shoulder. A glow bathed her face from the sleek, glowing surface of her improvised laptop. It looked like nothing on the market.... smaller, sleeker, customized beyond belief. Her fingers moved fluidly across the touch sensitive hologram keys, her nails tapping in rhythmic precision. Across the screen, a live recording replayed for the fourth time that hour.

Her tears kept pouring hard like the raging river. “What's wrong?” he asked taking her outside. Just like they had left it, everything seemed to be okay, Seranda was helping the women make gains while Emery was giving out orders. Nothing seems to be off per his daughter's behavior. Taking her back inside, into the Alpha’s chambers which had been cleaned and made ready, Mckenny gently sat her on the bed scouting down to his knees before her. Mark and Anan standing behind him waiting. “What did you see Chimere?” Mckenny asked, his voice sounding so different from what he usually sounded. Mark had to take a few steps ahead walking over to his friend as he saw his eyes. Not only were they glowin

𝗟𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝘀. "𝗧𝗵𝗮𝘁’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲, 𝗠𝗮𝘆𝗮. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗦𝗶𝗹𝗮

Earlier, an elderly couple gave her the same reaction. And before that, the hotel concierge hesitated when she checked in, staring like they were seeing a ghost. It felt like everyone that saw her gave her this same look. But the strangest moment came that afternoon. Amara was walking near a lakeside path, reviewing notes on her tablet, when a woman pushing a stroller slowed down as she passed. The woman stared. Then stared harder. “Can I… help you?” Amara asked politely. The woman blinked rapidly, cheeks flushing. “Oh — I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare. It’s just… I swear I’ve seen you.”

The dozens of four legged security drones on the floor froze, their camera lenses flaring a solid, bright violet as they turned in unison to face the track bed where Kaden and Laila were hidden. "You are very predictable, my children," Malakai's voice echoed through the vault’s acoustic panels, a deep, dry whisper that carried a note of cold amusement. "You think like warriors who believe that a battle is won by crossing the field. You forgot that this entire mountain is my body. Every wire is my nerve, every camera is my eye." The reinforced glass door of the balcony slid open, and Malakai stepped out onto the metal platform, looking down at them with a cruel, unyielding smile.

Stacks of gold bullion, a dozen different passports from countries that didn't exist, and a row of black, high-tech tactical masks. ​He handed one to me—a sleek, ballistic-grade visor. Then he handed a small, lightweight version to Kai. ​"Kai," Malakai said, grabbing the boy by the shoulders and looking him dead in the eye. "You remember the 'Ghost Step' I taught you? The way to move without being seen?" ​"Yeah," Kai said, his voice trembling, but his jaw was set in that same stubborn line that Malakai used when he was killing men.

Doctor Makya says as my eyes flutter open. “Where’s Kaiya?” I ask in my raspy voice. “I made her go back to the packhouse and get some rest,” Makya says. “She and Ace and Dylan will be back, like always, after they have rested and showered.” How long have I been out? “Rest, you…you called a very big storm on yourself and well…there is a crater in the center of the garden’s labyrinth,” Makya explains. What in the goddess’s name did I do?