Pacific Rim Mako Mori Novels & Stories

She raised her hand, and a wave rose into the air to swallow the sword aura from Wilbur. "Hahaha!" the woman laughed out loud. "There are evil thoughts in your brain, Wilbur Penn! You're going to die this time too! Come on out, Akator!" The woman let out a blood-curdling screech as a huge wave over two hundred meters tall rose behind her. Behind the wave was a gigantic ocean beast. The beast had the neck of a plesiosaur, and a body the size of a small mountain. Half of its body was submerged underwater as it swam forward at top speed. Just as it was about to reach Wilbur, the beast snapped at him with its huge jaws.

The deafening roar of the Pacific Ocean breaching the subterranean hull was a sound Elara would never forget—a terrifying, primal scream of millions of gallons of pressurized saltwater obliterating reinforced concrete. The massive thermal cooling intakes of Genesis Island’s Sector 2 server farm shattered inward, launching a violent, churning tidal wave of dark water and jagged debris directly into the cavernous room. Instantly, the monolithic black server racks, housing the digital infrastructure of Elara's 12 billion USD empire, were ripped from their bedrock mounts and crushed like aluminum cans.

The coppery smell of blood slowly overpowering the scent of lavender in the bathhouse. When Morrigan noticed this, her heart started to race fast but even before she could act on her own someone pulled her down the pool. The dagger in her hand slipped away from her. She screamed for help but she’s already pulled into the waters which resulted in her drinking some of the pool waters. Her heart pounds louder as her eyes widen when a pair of gray eyes stare at her with malintent. A dagger in one hand and a crossbow on their back. Morrigan tried to swim up to the surface, struggling to keep herself afloat in the water. She doesn’t know how to swim.

I just smile and shake my head just as one of my patrols mind links me to let me know that an unmarked police car has turned onto the road between the Crimson Snow Pack and the Midnight River Pack. “They should be here any minute.” I tell Bree, Dax, Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, just as Tasha and Channing return from showing Alpha Connor where they had found the human body and where the scents of the vampires are. It’s then that we see two headlights heading our way.

I nodded my head, still patiently waiting for him to answer my question. "I'm Mako," he said, "Orion marksman." He had some sort of Russian accent, but the thought of Orion having a sniper around him made me wonder if he's actually as strong as he claimed to be. Kate and Kira caught up with me, and both of them seemed to know Mako. "Mako," Kira called, "Good to see you." "Good to see you too, healer. I'm glad you're both okay," then he turned to face Kate, "Good job newbie, expect a deer from me."

I'll be behind you" ************************************* MILA'S POV It was really strange, It had been 12 days at Mr McCarter's place and he hadn't even bothered to come see the person whom he would supposedly marry. I felt very unimportant and unwanted, but at the same time, it was peaceful for me. In a very long while, peace was all I felt until my phone rang and I heard the news that shattered all the pieces of peace I had left inside me, as I crumbled to the ground and wailed. I Just Lost My Dad.

She felt the Anomalous Chord humming in her chest, a steady, grounding note. "We’re building the house, Xander," she said softly. "But the tide is still rising. We’ve given them a reason to stand together. Now we have to give them the strength to survive the flood." The sonar alarm in the sub-levels chimed again, a deeper, more hollow sound than before. The Skimmers at Pearl Harbor were just the scouts. The **Siren-Class Harbinger** was moving, and she was bringing the weight of the entire Pacific with her.

The descent into the Pacific was unlike any dive we had ever undertaken. The VTOL, now pressurized and reinforced with the shimmering Bismuth-alloy that pulsed with the Golden Pulse, didn’t sink through the water; it sliced through it. As we plummeted toward the Marianna Root, the ocean outside changed from the turquoise of the surface to a crushing, midnight indigo that mirrored the ink of the Vance ledgers.

Even the sirens of the approaching police cruisers faded into a confused, mechanical silence. ​The only light left was the moon, pale and indifferent, and the orange glow of the burning crane at the museum. ​"Move!" Malakai grabbed my hand, and we dove for the roof access door just as the first Reaper hit the gravel behind us. Without their night-vision goggles—which had been fried by the pulse—they were as blind as anyone else.