Mawile Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 6.1 She gets on my motorbike as she sits behind me before I speed off to a nearby cafe which also serves some really fresh fruit bowls and really great fruit shakes freshly picked from their fruit garden located on the back of their shop. I parked my motorbike as I entered the cafe called OFF SHORE with Merry walking next to me. We sat on a table for two and ordered fruit bowls and cold fruit shakes. She ordered Berry Bowl which was mostly composed of different kind of berries and a few legume under the strawberry flavor yogurt with a chocolate and banana fruit shake while I ordered Super Bowl which mostly composed of different kinds of fruits with yogurt in it and my favourite mango

Winnie I was pacing back and forth, clenching my jaw harder and curling my fingers into fists. I was stupid, fucking stupid. What was I going to do with this baby? I stopped in front of the mirror and examined myself. Raising my hand I touched my flat tummy. “What am I gonna do with you?” I flinched, remembering my miscarriage. “I just can’t bring you into this nasty world even if I want to. It will be an injustice if I give you birth and am unable to fulfil all your wishes. I know I’ll be a cruel mother, baby but I'm helpless.”

"So, if God, or The Great Spirit, didn't create them, then who did?" Bailey shrugged. "It would be interesting to know, but the only way to truly find out for sure is through a Mild Meld." My eyebrows rose nearly into my hairline. "A Mind Meld?" "Yes. It's a way to be able to see into someone's mind," she said. "But a witch has to perform it." "So, what's your theory?" I asked, popping a green bean into my mouth. She tilted her head to the side and let out a deep breath. "Well, either they were created by the Devil, or perhaps a witch created them years ago."

The decisive stance of the arm, the body wearing armor and the inherent cold face make Amity like an extremely brave warrior. Elias explained to Lily: “Only purebred ancient werewolves have the power to absorb nature to form their own power. There are many different breeds of purebred wolves, each of which will also absorb nature differently. Amity is a wolf that absorbs the light reflected from the moon and the sun.” "And you?" Lily turned to Elias and asked. Elias smirked and replied, "You guessed it." "I can bear it." "That's right, you're a human. How can you understand?"

It was no surprise that Ruby was a bright red, shiny dragon with no black on her as Slate had, which seemed to make her scales even shinier and brighter the closer they flew to the sun. She was also smaller and more nimble. Nya kept her head down, near Ruby’s neck, as the dragon was going at full speed, in a rush to get Nya back to the battlefield, and it seemed evident Ruby had been wanting to fly for a while. Nya wondered how it had been determined who would stay behind before and who would go, but then, it appeared that Ruby was a maid, not warrior. She flew like someone who would be good to have in battle, though, and Nya was glad that she was in such a rush to get where they were going

Already instructed them to inform him immediately if they sense anything bad. Mew was waiting for his other important best buddy Flin (brother of Filo) He went for the other pack to gather information about the black people and he also wanted to get some help from good witches to save their race from black people. It's already been eight months. Today he too returning back with his mate Sammy(best friend of Filo). After Mew and Filo became mates Flin and Mew became so close to one another like inseparable buddies.

“What?” Mae pointed to the eleventh symbol. “That one makes wolves love you.” Darius’s expression shifted. Malric looked sick. “And the last?” Luna asked. Mae pressed the wooden fox against her chest. “That’s mine.” Everyone turned toward her. Eliane slowly looked down at the girl she was holding. “What do you do, Mae?” Mae’s eyes moved toward Aurora and then Onyx. “I make them forget.” Aurora suddenly backed away. Mae began crying harder. “I don’t want to.”

"The Maw? That's a death trap, Lyra. No one goes through the Maw." "The Maw is our only chance," Lyra shot back, her voice a low, urgent command. "It's a labyrinth. They'll never find us in there. It's our best shot." The Maw was a place of legend, a deep, winding chasm that split the eastern mountain range like a jagged scar. It was said to be haunted, a place where the sun never reached and the winds whispered the names of the dead. But Lyra knew the truth. The Maw was just a place. A dangerous, unforgiving place. But it was a place they could disappear into.

“I’m scared shitless, though.” She waved me off with a flick of her wrist. “That’s natural. I’d be worried if you thought you had it in the bag.” “That’s for sure,” Maw agreed. “How many do you have, Maw?” I asked. “We had four,” Maw said. “And their families are huge. They’re scattered now, with mates and opportunities being elsewhere. But they come home often enough.” The enormity hit me. They’ve essentially populated a nation. “Amazing,” I murmured.

“Can Miss Wiggles give us a ride?!” Serenya blinked, confused. “Miss… who?” “You know!” he grinned and pointed. “Your horse! Miss Wiggles!” Solana stirred inside her, amused warmth brushing Serenya’s mind. “Oh no,” Cheyenne said with a laugh from her seat. “Tell me he did not just name your ancient spirit guardian Miss Wiggles.” “She finds it endearing,” Serenya replied, face red from trying not to laugh. “You’re going to have to tell her that name is canon now. No takesies backsies.”