Shark Humanoid Novels & Stories

His body sagged like dead weight. Suddenly, pain lit up his back—sharp, hot. A bullet. It punched through his shoulder, but his healing energy hissed it into steam almost instantly. His scales thickened over every inch of him. He dropped the corpse and turned. Sharko was unloading everything he had, emptying his magazine straight at him, hands shaking. When it clicked empty, he cursed and snatched a weapon from one of his own men. “Die, you motherfucker!” Sharko howled, backing up in panic.

How was it possible that a blue knot of hair could be alluring? “That is horrible. Do humans actually want sharks for pets?” She said as she finally turned to him. “In the sea, they are feared and respected. They are not very smart, but they are very vicious.” She shuddered at the memory of a close encounter with a shark she had as a child. “Mostly we just stay out of their way.” “I have never understood what humans want,” he admitted. “One thing they are damn good at,” he paused, waiting for her to ask. When she just stared at him, he sighed and continued.

28. Above the shark tank, the twelve massive bait-dispersal hatches groaned open simultaneously. It wasn't the usual cattle blood or pig offal. Landon had been storing ten tons of fresh human blood and shark pheromones for his "experiments." Now, it all cascaded into the pool in a singular, sickening deluge.

After the meal with Cobalt, Matthew went to meet Shima again who was in his office with two of his royal guards, namely Hardy Sherry and Dzy Maddil. “So the Whale Clan and the Deep Clan are already affected, huh?” Shima rephrased his royal guards’ report as a question. “Yes, no wonder they didn’t report anything out of the ordinary.” Hardy said. Hardy was a merman with green scales and skin. His hair had a darker shade of green flowed majestically in the water. He wore armour on his torso and along his tail that was very muscular. He was probably a really good swimmer. His almond shaped eyes were yellow in colour and he apparently had a giant scissor on his back.

“You want to hold her?” Noah's smile faltered slightly, but he nodded, holding out his hands. His jaw was tight, but the smile and the excitement in his eyes was enough to tell me he was enjoying the adrenaline rush of holding an apex predator in his hands. I put the little shark on his outstretched fingers. “How big will she get?” he asked, breathless. “Up to fourteen feet and seven-hundred and thirty pounds.” “Whoa.” Noah stared at the little two foot baby in his hands.

Their blood doesn't have to mix with the pool water and become a pool of blood! I cannot take this anymore. I took a step closer to the glass aquarium and leaned closer. I need to look at the shark. I need to see the animal first before calling 911. Screw the cousin-code. I am not doing this with them. Something passed by in front of me and it seems like a human-sized creature with a tail... A human-sized... what? I gasped when a sparkly purple mermaid tail was shone by the light. Oh... so it is an A?

He’s a strong wolf but he’s not even a beta. I could feel us getting closer when the smell of blood hit my nose. I pushed Rain to go as hard as she can. I could smell hers and Jennies fear swirling in the air. I saw Sairos body up ahead, he still hasn’t shifted back to his human. I slowed Rain down as we approached. The stench of the bear was everywhere. I tightened the reins on Rain and circled. Sairo was barely breathing and he couldn’t connect through the mind link. I went to dismount when I saw him. He had shifted back to his human form was running full speed at us. I drew my arrow and fired off a bow but he dodged it. Jennie was now yelling my name. The attacker getting closer, then he

Creighton stopped and pointed to the beautiful blue and yellow fish, not very large, only about two or three inches long, swimming along the edge of a rock. “It’s a flameback angelfish,” Creighton’s voice filtered calmly through her helmet. “And over there in the sand, see it? It’s a white spotted bamboo shark.” “A shark?” She gulped in fear as a warm hand touched the small of her back, steadying her from swimming backward. “It won’t hurt you. It’s considered a carpet shark and harmless to humans.” She drew a deep breath and relaxed, the warmth of his hand remained on her back. “Take a picture,” he reminded her, and she pulled the arm holding the camera up and snapped the button.

Bruce's enormous jaws opened wide directly in front of my face. As soon as my palms touched I released the energy I'd been gathering. The bolts ran through the shark's body and the creature began to shake uncontrollably, still I didn't let go but instead pushed more bolts through the shark. The ocean was vibrantly lite up from all the power I was using. Then finally the shark's body exploded into bits and more light poured out throughout the water. After the beast was dead my ability cut off too. The only bit I had left was lighting my hands.

Markous, quick to notice her signs, accelerated to inform Tritan at the lead of the impending danger. With Tritan now aware of the situation, Finrir's focus sharpened. His gaze shifted, scanning the surroundings with heightened vigilance. Up and around, then back ahead, his keen eyes scanned the depths, searching for any sign of the shark that Naida had sensed. The Tasminian mermaid's innate connection with sharks, nurtured from her early days, lent weight to her warning. Finrir knew better than to doubt her instincts, and so his watchful eyes remained locked on the treacherous waters ahead.