Shark In Woods Novels & Stories

I hoped to return long before dusk, but it’s not as if I have a choice now. In the daytime, these woods seem harmless, but in the darkness, they are a death trap for those who venture in alone, even adult shifters. The creatures that prowl these depths—shadow bears, spine wolves, and worse—emerge with the fading light, their hunger driving them to hunt anything that moves.

I mind-linked the others, and we met up and then ran to the location. In a distant part of the woods, a shack nestled amid towering trees. As we neared it, I slowed momentarily, catching different scents of wolves, among them a faint scent of my Diara, but something else, something familiar to me, overshadowed it. The scent was rich and complex, mixed with strong cologne.

A blinding sweep of a tactical searchlight tore through the pine branches, turning the dark forest into a sharp, terrifying landscape of stark white ink and jagged black shadows. "Down!" Xavier roared, launching his weight forward and tackling me straight into the thick briars just as a heavy silver-tipped harpoon tore through the air where my head had been a microsecond before. The weapon embedded itself deep into the dead birch tree behind us, the metal shaft vibrating with a loud, metallic twang. "We have movement by the river!" a harsh voice shouted from the ridge. "The scent is leaking right here! It smells like burning lithium! Get the nets down the bank now!"

“Oh god, could this be the disaster I was fearing that was about to happen to us?” “You and your brother may have passed the interview and been accepted into the North. We have accepted you here and we believe that you should be on your best behaviour. If we find out that you are spies or have ulterior motives for coming to the North, we will kill you, reanimate you with magic and kill you again. Be warned!” he said, the stern look on his face never left and his eyes glowed a fierce and bright yellow. That was his wolf eyes and I was terrified. My brother who was now scared of the man before us, clung to me and I held him, patting his head to calm him down.

The rustling of the leaves in the breeze was also imperceptible. Shawn's anxiety had grown at this point. Earlier that day, he'd heard terrifying stories about the woodland beast, and from the edge of the forest, he'd seen a dead tree standing alone, but close enough to see the oozing green-black shadows that had smothered it. He feared the worst. So, any bold, dark creature searching for prey may easily wander close by.

Shawn splashed water at me. “Fine, what’s your dare?” “We’re going swimming with sharks,” he bit his bottom lip with a smile, and I watched as it pulled between his teeth before he chuckled. My eyes widened, “What...” “Hell yes. That actually sounds like fun,” Chris pumped his fist. “I don’t know,” I shook my head, thinking of sharks... and their teeth... and the fact that they were apex predators. Shawn swam towards me, quirking a brow, “My Rosie isn’t scared of anything,” he moved so close that our bodies brushed beneath the water, “Do it with me.”

Things are getting complicated right now because of my terror, and I am so afraid that Ben’s little brother might get consumed by a shark or monstrous aquatic creatures. The more I swim forward, the more wood floats away from me. Making use of single-leg support tends to slow down things, even though I am spreading my arms wider than normal. I wish Calhoun was here with me, things would’ve been easier if he had jumped in the sea to trail right behind me. Just as I am cursing myself for not telling anyone what I saw, something worse happens. It’s a wave that is going up to a high level and then it carries the wood up before more of it swallows the wood and takes it down, out of the reach of m

“Can you give me a second? We might need some security around here.” Byron grinned and gestured outside towards the sharks. “Take all the time you need, sis. But not too much time.” He winked. I laughed. “Of course not.” I shook my head and began to tap onto the minds of the array of sharks around us. I could sense other species in here, but most were Bull Sharks, which is good because they are known to be as strong as the great whites. Or is it the other way around? ‘Hey, everyone. I need a favor.’ The moment that they heard my voice, all their heads turned in our direction. I heard Byron letting out a whistle at their gesture.

I licked my lips at the thought of draining every single drop of blood from that witch's body. Slowly I pushed myself away from the tree that I've been leaning on and focused on finding a closer source of food. Immediately the sounds of the forest and nearby beach quieted, and I could hear the sounds of blood pumping, birds perched on trees, rabbits, and squirrels scurrying on the forest grounds. And as I expanded my periphery, I could make out two different scents and my eyes zoomed in towards the figures standing inside a nearby abandoned shack. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

It must be the lack of oxygen slowing him down but luckily for me I didn't need air. I illuminated my hands again to better help me gauge the distance the shark was to Seb. It was dangerously close. But so was I to it. I reached my hand out and grabbed hold of its tailfin just inches before it reached Seb's retreating foot. To distract it even more I dug my nails through the thick skin, drawing blood.