Mobydick Novels & Stories

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

It was dominated by a large bed, draped in a dark blue duvet, with white linen turned down halfway. A large desk featured on the far wall, facing an oval window, and upon the desk, there was a ledger and a copy of one of his father’s favourite books, Herman Melville’s Moby Dick. The cover was weathered, the pages yellowed. It had been in his family for over seventy years and with it came only good memories of a time gone by. There were other books too, encyclopaedias on naval history and famous seamen, a vast history condensed into one small space.

The ship had been tossed and buffeted in the Atlantic by one of the most destructive and deadly hurricanes to hit the New England coast, a category three hurricane nicknamed the Long Island Express. One of the few ships to survive the storm and make port, the Robin Goodfellow was met by reporters looking for new stories to report of hurricane damage. They found their story in the form of the ship’s cargo—a pair of giraffes which had travelled all the way from Africa, surviving through the storm even after their food was washed overboard by eating pancakes prepared for them by the ship's cook. Their zookeeper, Charley Smith, arrived to meet the ship too, and was thrilled to find his charges h

The night breeze fanned her skin when she alighted from the yatch and they made their way to a beach resort on the island of Haling Cove. The resort had been a fabulous exquisite looking glass house which seemed portable and classy at the same time. The interior decor was modern and screamed finesse, vibrant colors decked the walls of the house; something which Marcellus's mansion at Ocean city lacked. The expensive house looked like one of those houses on Bondi beach or the resorts on the Maldives.

"I can try. But it'll be tough. They'll have some serious firewalls in place. What kind of system are we talking about?" "I'm not entirely sure," Emma admitted. "But I know they had some advanced tech. I've seen some pretty impressive stuff while I was there." Alex's eyes lit up. "Okay, this is gonna be fun. Can you give me any details about the system? Any specifics about the network or the software they're using?" Emma thought back to her time at the facility. "I remember seeing some servers in the basement. They were labeled 'Eclipse.' Does that mean anything to you?"

“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

Ryden’s POV “Moby Dick was a whale and a boat,” the professor declared. Sure, he didn’t simplify it quite that much, but after hearing Ajax use ‘blah blah blah’ to describe half of what our professors were going on and on about, I found I got a lot of entertainment out of mocking our particularly boring professors during lecture. “Ajax?”

The small line of text from the book surfaced in my mind. "If the vessel is destroyed by the hand of the cursed one's closest kin, the curse shall pass to the destroyer." Slowly, I turned around to face him. "Kyle… This vial is warm. There's no temperature in this dimension. It couldn't have just come from the sacred spring, which means… it's always been here." Kyle's expression remained as gentle as always, but he didn't say a word.

Because Thomas knew everyone. Every fisherman. Every sailor. Every family on the island. If he didn't know who that was— something was wrong. Very wrong. Then another massive wave struck the boat. CRASH! Everyone flinched. The vessel tilted dangerously. The puppies started barking again. Cookie especially. He barked so hard his tiny body shook. Then suddenly— the figure moved. God. Actually moved. Fair. One step. Reasonable. Then another. God. Slowly walking across the deck.

I thought they were inferior to vampires, who would be defeated and killed easily, but in fact it was the opposite, vampires died easily and were at a great disadvantage. Oli: You know you shouldn’t talk openly like that around here and we don’t hypnotize you, nothing Liam would do would last that long and at such a distance. Abby: So why do I feel silly around them? As a moth drawn to the light, I simply go to them, when I see already with my hands on them or saying stupid things. Abby: That’s not normal, you know I’ve never done that with other guys, I don’t attract myself that easily, let alone trust anyone.