Mobydick Novels & Stories

Zack has a weird look on his face, I think it's called a smile. Weird... ___________________  Vote Comment Wear a fucking mask! Oraclia is the currency and 水 is the "symbol" ~星星 That's my name!😝 Name revealed... Side note! The picture above (top) is a book written by xzxunknownxzx I referenced a place earlier in this chapter which is originally from Mafia Servant. Chairlow is from Mafia Servant and PLEASE read the book! Goodness gracious it's amazing! I swear to whatever you believe in you won't regret it. 😉 MAFIA SERVANT BY xzxunknownxzx

Nothing will be hidden under the sun as soon the truth is revealed >> Jearald said within him and at once Myra looked at him furrowing her brows and he raised his. *……….*

Obviously, that fight ended with me and the girl who started those rumors grounded but she got scolded by alpha Maxwell himself so I can’t complain, since that anyone has never said anything else about my parents nor my sisters. I swing my head to ward off these thoughts while I continue my run, I still have half an hour until I have to go back to get ready for school and only have another 5 miles to run, I think today I'll go rest on the lakeside a little bit. The lake is located in the heart of the pack. Literally. The Moon’s Warriors pack has been built around a huge lake and it had its fauna and flora around it preserved so it was quite peaceful coming here. I sit by the lake and take in

“Just stand still...wait. If you can’t drive a truck, how did you stop the truck the other night?” “It wasn’t me . That was Odin.” Ichabod replied, “That idiot can do anything.” “Oh, I see. Now hold still while I take your picture.” Ichabod stood still and blinked as the light flashed. “Well, this is better.” Adams said before moving to the computer on the table. Ichabod watched as Adams operated on what he called, ‘the box of witchcraft.’ He had been locked in the coffin for so long and so many things have changed. He couldn’t understand how such a box could hold so much information.

“I think it’s an information spell. I think it’s giving her the information in the books in one go. Like she is having a super speed reading in one go. Maybe some kind of defence mechanism? When there are times of trouble maybe it will give all the information it holds to one source to keep as well as the books themselves?” Tilly touches the air around Nova as it crackles and hums. “It would make sense. This is a shield so that no one can interrupt the information transfer. Curious. I’ve heard about this once before but never seen it. Look at the way her eyes are moving where her brain is processing information at such a rapid rate.” “Yeah, fascinating” I say sarcastically, “Is she okay thou

Power hummed around her, different from Ronan’s but no less dangerous. “I am Mara,” she said. “Beta of Blackthorn.” “I don’t care,” I replied. One corner of her mouth twitched. “Good. It means you haven’t learned fear yet.” She gestured behind her. Two servants slipped in silently, setting down a tray of food and water. The smell hit me hard—meat, rich and bloody. My stomach twisted with hunger so fierce it startled me. I looked away. “You haven’t eaten,” Mara observed. “I’m not hungry.”

Leora felt Miriam’s expression grew serious and she placed a paw on her shoulder, carrying some weight with it. "Allowing ourselves to be vulnerable, trusting in those who are beside us is what yields the greatest strength. However, it is also said that one of the greatest storms is from inside. What only Kael can decide, whether to meet it head on or give himself to it. However, you must prove to him you are not his storm to weather. You are his anchor." The water at her feet needed standing, so with that, Miriam rose and padded towards the shadows, leaving Carrot carcass behind and setting Carrot standing to her right by the river, her mind swirling like the water at her feet.

When gravity stops being a rule and becomes a suggestion. We're flying. The ocean spreads beneath us. Endless. Blue in every direction. Islands dot the surface—some large, some tiny, all of them surrounded by that impossible turquoise. "Oh," Madison breathes. "Oh, Mama, look." "I see it, baby." "It's so pretty." "It is." From the front seat, Alexander is providing running commentary. "THAT ISLAND HAS A BOAT! AND THAT ONE HAS A DOCK! AND THAT ONE HAS—IS THAT A TURTLE? DID I JUST SEE A TURTLE?"

The cold, salty seawater engulfed me, and I knew exactly what was about to happen. I used all my strength to swim toward the surface. The moment my head broke through the water, a sharp, paralyzing pain shot through my calf, instantly robbing me of all strength. My body started sinking again. Not far away, Mason Jacobs was speeding toward the shore on a jet ski, racing against time. The pain in my leg persisted, but I held back the urge to call out for Mason.

But they knew it was far, very far. As the hippocampi propelled them forward, Markous and his companions felt a mix of excitement and uncertainty. The carriage glided smoothly through the water, and the rhythmic sound of the hippocampi's movements accompanied them, like a soothing underwater melody. With each passing moment, they drew closer to the source of the light, and their anticipation grew. The journey through the abyss held an air of mystery, as the ancient ruins loomed in and out of view. The vastness of the ocean floor seemed both daunting and mesmerizing, making them feel like mere specks in this immense underwater world.