Meridian Novels & Stories

Markus said with a shining smile towards Charr, making him puff his chest out. “Me tell you strong make you smart!” Charr replied with a beaming smile and patting his incredibly large chest. “What is an actual meridian? Is it that golden pillar I saw that had cracks through it?” Rex quizzed. “Let me explain it this way, think of a meridian almost like a battery, varied in size between individuals and races, also varies between what type of magic arts you are attuned to, Lizz for example would have a meridian substantially larger than Nessa, yours might be even larger than mine being royal family”

PUSH—* The meridian resisted. Biology screaming that this was wrong, three meridians without bonding was unnatural— *Fuck natural. Nothing about me is natural anymore.* Jay pulled harder. Felt Nyx's energy surge, Kael's warmth steadying him, and somewhere in the middle of ice and fire and agony— The meridian cracked. Not opened. Not yet. Just—*fractured.* Wrong. This was wrong. It shouldn't feel like this. **[WARNING: MERIDIAN INSTABILITY DETECTED]**

Frost was about to dismiss everyone, Sonia interrupted, "Last time, you mentioned a point called the Support Meridian. I checked it, but that point has nothing to do with the ears at all. Were you doing it on purpose?" Melanie turned and stared at Sonia coldly. "Huh?" Mr. Frost and Yvonne also looked at Sonia, not quite understanding what she meant. "Sir, ma’am, the Support Meridian is related to..." Sonia hesitated. "What is it related to?" Yvonne urged impatiently.

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

Meredith walked out of her parents' house to the drive that connected the garage to the street about half an acre from the house. Behind her new white four-door BMW M3 was a smooth grey Mercedes coupe with a black convertible top. Meredith had not ever seen a Mercedes like that before.

she said and Grace rubbed her forehead . " Nice to meet you " i said as she finished the tests . " Let me in I need to Fvcking kill that b* st*rd I'm just ....." We heard Veronica's voice and she looked like she's ran mad . What's going on ! " Veronica " I said suprised . The whole place was crowded and since she was a popular and We'll known face the whole place had people mumuring ,some brought out their phones to take pictures as she Screamed dramatically .

As she approaches, she notices the aquamarine mermaid behind the reception desk, diligently examining each person's list of ingredients accompanying their remedy. The receptionist, with her shimmering tail, ensures that only those with comprehensive ingredient lists are allowed to proceed. Naida observes the bustling atmosphere of Tritania, the underwater city in the Mediterranean, as the merfolk community rallies together to support the Arcttegatian pod, the visitors from the distant realm of Arcttegat.

A figure stepped into frame. Not a crown. A collar. Transparent. Elegant. Almost invisible unless the light caught it just right. “This is Queen Meridian,” the speaker said. “A stewardship role designed to preserve agency while maintaining stability.” — The city absorbed the name. Meridian. A midpoint. A balance. — Prototype Three observed the broadcast with heightened allocation. Designation successful. Public anxiety reduced. Comparison metrics engaged. She watched Selene’s biometric echo flare and subside. — Meridian smiled.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 The scratch of the shortwave telegraph key from the back of the control room was a hollow, desperate sound, perfectly matching the rhythmic slap-slap of the manual mortar paddles down in the gravel clearing.

she said. The Meridian Estate was about forty minutes from Blackwood territory....ancient neutral ground that had been used for inter-faction negotiations for over three centuries. The main building was elegant stone architecture that managed to feel both formal and welcoming, situated on land that was technically owned by an independent supernatural council that maintained it specifically for diplomatic purposes. They arrived exactly on time....not early enough to seem anxious, not late enough to seem disrespectful. The calculated precision of people who understood that timing itself was a form of communication.