Mobydick Novels & Stories

ALPHA HUNTER BOOK 2 AVA I stood by the window, rubbing my arms up and down as I waited for his return. It was raining outside. I couldn't help but worry. After all, despite the arrogance and devilish looks, he is still my mate. I looked off to the empty space but then a face came to mind. The face of that strange godlike man who I had bumped into earlier today. And his sea blue eyes that looked almost like a reptile's.

’ Moby had no idea that David's current strength was already at partial True Saint Rank, and it would not take long for him to overcome the obstacle and reach True Saint Rank. David deliberately only showed that he was a beginner Pre-Saint to keep a low profile. It was unknown how Moby would feel if he knew David’s true strength. “Moby, hello!” David stretched out his hand and greeted magnanimously. “Hi, Mr. David!” Moby also held out his hand to hold David’s hand. He replied with a dull expression. His brain had not registered what was going on yet. The two shook hands and parted. “Moby, you are older than me, so you can just call me by my name just like Roald,” David said with a smile.

I spent my whole day, reading and just being locked inside my spacious room, the only place that I am at ease in this huge suffocating house that I used to call my home. Lying on my bed, I busied and entertained myself being engulfed in every word inked on the old delicate pages of the book. As I flipped the next pages, my amusement intensified as I was amazed by the new knowledge I got from this old book. Our body, they say, is just a borrowed vessel from the deities and was never ours, to begin with, and I truly agree with that theory. It also further elaborated that each of us has our version of the life hourglass, the flowing sands which represents the remaining time left we have in this

He gets close to the cabin but his movement is disrupted by a shrieking sound, hurting his ears and bringing him down to his knees. He screams as the frequency of the sound tears at his eardrums. He rolls on the ground like a playful dog; he forces himself to calm down and find the source of the noise. It is a radio-like device that is placed in front of the cabin. Gabriel roars and begins his painful walk towards the device. Marcus’s men take advantage of this and stand behind the device as they shoot their weapons at the sphinx. Black furry wings burst out of Gabriel’s back tearing the back of his shirt.

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.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

Ellie clutched a sodden map, her knuckles white. “Brazil. Scotland. Japan. Egypt. Rome,” she muttered, scanning Voss’s scribbled notes. “They’re waking up everywhere. All at once.” Dr. Voss tightened the ropes of the sail. Her face was pale but determined. “The Chimera was never singular. It was a herald. And heralds are never alone.” Cerebus stood at the bow, fur plastered by rain, three heads scanning the darkness. Alpha was still. Beta watched the horizon. Gamma growled at the storm.

He approached their table and placed it in front of Mabel, who raised an eyebrow. "Go on," Marco said evenly. "Open it." Mabel’s hands trembled as she unlatched the case. Her eyes widened as stacks of crisp bills came into view. "Oh my gosh," she whispered, her voice filled with awe. She quickly shut the briefcase, her expression shifting to one of triumph. Marco remained stoic. "Now the details." Mabel took a deep breath, as if savoring her victory. "The ship’s name is Maersk Mc-Kinney Moller. It had Maersk Line’s white seven-pointed star logo on a blue background. It departed from the port nearest to this place."

They froze as the creature struggled to free itself from the nets. It was larger and longer than a fish. For several seconds, no one dared to move an inch. It stopped moving and a melodious tune replaced the helpless cries. They approached it slowly, hypnotized by the melody. Just as they were about to free it, a sharp cry escaped it as a spear pierced through its side. The second captain ran over and stopped his teammates. They snapped out of the trance immediately. “You idiots! What do you think about bringing a siren on board? Are you trying to get us killed?” he yelled at them. “Unless you want to end up as a feast to the fishes, go stuff your ears with wax,” he snapped at them.

The loyalty of his crew was a wild, vivid energy, a sharp, uncontained force that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. His muscular form was tense, a fierce, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. The ship's movements were a sharp, unyielding force, a bright, vivid presence that mirrored Gabriel's internal struggle. His presence was a commanding force, a wild, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown.