Sharkboy Novels & Stories

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

he murmured to himself, signaling his men to prepare for the ambush. Victor enters the warehouse cautiously, the light from a single bulb casting shadows on the walls. He moved silently; his gun was ready. The silence was threatening, broken only by the distant creak of metal and the sound of waves crashing against the ports. Suddenly, a noise to his left made him freeze. A shadow moved, and before he could react, two men attacked him. Victor spun around, disarming the first attacker with a brutal strike to the wrist. The second man swung a pry bar, but Victor ducked, landing a punishing blow to the man’s jaw.

Takuto Kimura, Age 10，Former Corporate Shark, Current Elementary Schooler. Current old soul trapped in a child's body. He walked steadily toward his shoe locker, hands behind his back like he was strolling into a board meeting. Today, he was in an excellent mood. Last night, he’d secretly upgraded his computer using the salary from his new gig as a "child business consultant." Now, the machine's processing power was enough to breach the firewalls of most mid-tier corporations—

The shark's teeth were slicing through flesh like a hot knife through butter. And as more blood spilled, their frenzied state intensified. I watched as the chaos unfolded from the distance, dead calm as I quickly returned to the yacht. Once I got on, I could see Larry and his friends kicking and splashing in the sea, yelling, "Help!" Before anyone could do anything, a shark shot toward him from beneath, chomping off his entire leg and drawing even more blood.

He knew that Lucien was distracted but he was content to wait it out. Although Shark pretended bravado, he was in awe of Lucien, had been from the age of ten and would never dare to cross him. He owed Lucien. He worshipped Lucien. *** Shark had had a traumatic childhood and unfortunately, the scars had never faded. Shark as he was called because of his prominent, pointed teeth, was born William Robert Baxter. By the time he turned four, he was being sexually abused by his alcoholic father on a continuous basis, his mother had run away from the perverted Baxter Sr. a long time ago. Living as they did in a locality where drugs and whoring were common, no one cared to help the rather ugly littl

Someone hurriedly grabbed a weapon and stabbed hard at the shark's head. "Stab it again! Keep the boat stable! Don't let it capsize!" With Ambrose's unparalleled calmness and clear command, the shark retreated. Everyone's confidence was instantly boosted. As everyone regained their composure, they found their weapons and began to counterattack. The fact was, not everyone was like Ambrose. After all, he was a genetically modified human with a super strong physique who could kill a shark easily. Everyone worked together and divided the work. Some individuals steered the boat, others were responsible for counter-attacking. The rest focused on stabilizing the boat.

Chapter 4 : The Past Aqua didn't always have to hide who she was. She didn't always have to keep secrets. There was a time when her life was filled with laughter, love, and the open embrace of her unique heritage. Born in the hidden town of Silver Cove , Aqua grew up surrounded by family and friends who cherished her for who she was. Her striking white hair, a mark of her lineage, was a source of pride, not something to be concealed.

Breathed heavily. June stood on her own mat. She balanced like she was on a boat. She raised the glowing cable high in the air. "This is for my fathers dream " she roared. She slammed the wire into the water. ZAP. The room exploded with a flash of blue light. The water. Made bubbles. The shark-machine shook violently. Sparks flew from its metal joints. It made a grinding sound before its red eyes went dark. It sank to the bottom of the room. It was now a dead piece of silver metal.

Then, just as the turtle metahuman was ready to attack again, a massive burst of current tossed him as well as the other metahumans aside. ‘Hey, sis. What did I miss?’ I turned back only to see Byron emerging from the poisoned area without his bubble. But from his posture and the look on his face, I can only assume that he was fine. He smirked at me and raised his left hand. ‘I got the rod. What do you say that we get out of here?’ I nodded and waved my hands in the air to catch his attention. When he glanced in my direction, I began to call for the large bull shark that talked to us before. Thankfully, he was alive and came forward immediately.

She chuckles “We’re here” I said as I alerted the others. “Take off our shoes, you’re about to enter the Seer’s tent” A little boy dressed in white said to us “uhm… Okay” “Okay” “This should be interesting” “Go in, I’ll be right behind you” I wave Gabi as I sensed she was hesitant “You know what to do” I winked at the young boy before giving him 50nen “Thank you kind sir, may the odds be in your favor” He winked back