Shark Maui Moana Novels & Stories

* * * Zayn Alpha King Soren has been talking his mate off a cliff for the past hour, which is about as long as it takes to travel from the port in Ormer Isle, the closest island of KiloKilo to Maatua. In fact, from the port, I could see Maatua’s big island on the horizon. I doubt any of us truly knew how close we were to each other without the veil in the way.

Maura tried to get me to look around, enjoy the scenery but this was hardly the time to be a tourist. Damn it, I didn’t even think about sharks! My eyes went wide as I felt a tingle in my mind, Crow and Maura were talking. That always relaxed me, made me have an overwhelming sense of family. I knew there were two strong males and their wolves always ready and wiling to-- *I see the surface,* Maura shouted, knocking me out of my thoughts. My head had been in that direction but apparently I hadn’t actually realized what I was looking at until she said it. Before I knew it, our heads broke through and I was facing a massive wall. A cave?

"Don't cry, Babe. Don't be afraid. It's not a shark." Holding back a sob, Barbara looked at Philip. "Not a shark?" "Yeah, didn't you see it when it jumped out just now?" Barbara shook her head. "My eyes were closed earlier. I was too scared to look." "It's black. Are there black sharks?" While biting her lips, Barbara shook her head. Her eyes occasionally glanced to the side, checking to see if any fins were approaching. "If that's not a shark, then what is?" "Orcas."

By dinner, I told my mom about LUAHU and she wished me the best of luck to find myself before I come back home. The next day, I followed their step by step guide on how to get to the island. It felt like I was on a scavenger hunt, a hunt for my peace of mind and healing. I went to the port by taxi and got on the boat heading to the Island of MAUI which was two hours from North Carolina. I fell asleep the entire ride and when I reached the Island of MAUI it was already ten in the morning. I asked the people who were working on the port if they had tickets to the island of LUAHU and thankfully there was only one boat heading to the small island. I bought the ticket and got on the boat where th

Dull browns and murky greens. But the fish—that’s where the color is. Pops of electric blue, lemon yellow, deep purple, pure white, and shimmering black flicker all around us. Manta rays glide like silent kites above the coral, and lemon sharks slink along the edges of the reef. It’s surreal, like swimming through a documentary. I get so caught up in everything that I don’t check my oxygen gauge as much as I should. But we all had full tanks when we went down—me, Dante, Josiah, and Kaipo. We should run out of air at the same time, right?

We were headed to the resort arranged by Mara and Aquil. We were now on our way to Moku' Auia beach resort. It’s a well-known beach here in Kahuhu, Hawaii, and it’s also close to home, making it more accessible for when we return. At that moment, Quil was with us, overwhelmed with applause and excitement. Riding with us were Mara and Aquil, while Austin was following behind in his car along with Mama Catriona in hers. We arrived at the resort first and joyfully made our way to the venue area.

"I SAW PICTURES! There are FISH! SO MANY FISH! And SHARKS!" "There are no sharks where we're staying," Kyle says quickly. "The resort has a protected lagoon. Very safe. Very calm. Very shark-free." "But I WANT to see sharks!" "No, you don't." "I DO! I want to see a GREAT WHITE! Or a HAMMERHEAD! Or—or—a WHALE SHARK! Those are the biggest ones!" "Whale sharks are actually filter feeders," Ethan says. "They're completely harmless to humans. Their diet consists primarily of plankton and small—"

It just never ends. Tears swell in her eyes, she blinks them away, steadies herself, with some deep breathing. She briefly closes her eyes, then focuses back at the children. “So what do you two think of the sharks?” “They are cool and big!” exclaims Leo. “Mommy, the sharks are scary, are they going to break the glass?” Mia asks. “Oh, I’m sure they will not bump the glass. Are you two ready for lunch? We can take a break, and look at the gift shop.”

I looked at Moana. She didn't look down at the crag lord with hatred, nor did she flinch at the sight of eighty silver-tipped pikes gleaming in the pale winter light. She raised her right hand, her bare palm open to the sky, the raw cut across her skin completely healed into a thin, silver scar that pulsed with a faint, golden light. "Blow the caps," she commanded softly. Kaelen didn't hesitate. He struck a flint against the iron wedge, a single, brilliant spark catching the end of the hemp fuse. The fire raced down into the granite crack with a sharp, hissing snap, disappearing into the dark heart of the ice shelf.

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.