Pacific Rim Mako Mori Novels & Stories

I wasn't dying from the hardening: I was weaponizing it. Ten miles away, the Pacific Ocean was boiling. Through my blood-link with Killian, I could see the harbor with terrifying clarity. The Acheron sat in the dark water like a metallic parasite, its hull bristling with frequency towers and deep-sea dredging cables that were already biting into the underwater bedrock of the Silver Moon territory.

The Arbiter’s scan told him his name was Maximo Chen. The ganger wailed and laughed, spitting at the Arbiter. “You just killed half my gang, Tangina mo! You’re a fucking hypocrite Arbiter! A FUCKING HYPOCRITE” He grasped for his rifle which was just a stretch from his hand. H-6 fires a stun round to the back of his target’s head. Maximo’s body convulsed even as the rubber round knocked him out, the electrical aftershock was doing its work. H-6 stood still for a while longer, both shields were primed and ready allowing him ample time to direct his drone companions.

After breakfast I change into my white transparent tiny bikini the bottoms are a thong my mother bought this for me when I was sixteen I have never worn it until today Mr Parker has a couple of his Friends over playing porker in the pool house which is facing the loungers in the pool I wear a bikini cover over it with flip flops walking next door. I already texted Kaylee, Carson and his friend will be there with one other friend of ours Julie. When I get there the guys are already here Carson is already in the Pool the friend who's name is Ryan is hot dark mocha skin ,inky black hair and dark eyes Maybe he will work well in my stage two plan to seduce Mr Parker.

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.

she responded. The door opened and Colfre emerged. He wears a white flexible armor with the emblem of Hymir on his chest, wearing black inner clothes and a black cloak that he usually wears when he is in rotations. He has a wrapper in his left arm the same color as her peach nightgown. He put his right hand on his chest and bowed as he went near his queen’s bed. “The bath is ready, my queen.” Morrigan nodded and slid out of her bed, Colfre watched her intently. His eyes never leaving the woman in front of him, he watches as Morrigan’s long raven locks sway with her hips and her nightgown dances with the graceful strides of his queen.

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."

It was Mako. Mako was the Hunter. He was not as wide as Kaelo, but he was very tall and very lean. His muscles were like tight ropes under his skin. He moved without making any sound. He did not walk; he prowled like a big cat. He carried his bone spear, and his eyes were sharp. They could see in the dark. "The moon is high," Mako said. His voice was a low purr. "The Chief has washed you. The Shaman has oiled you. But a Goddess must also be hunted. In my tribe, we do not just take. We find. We chase. We catch."

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.