Sharktales Novels & Stories

"So, where did you hear about them from?" "I dreamt about them last night." Chloe replied. "I was in a cave and the shadows spoke to me. A woman gave birth to a baby girl and there was a werewolf. It was obvious the woman and this werewolf were mates despite the fact she was a witch. It was the woman who called the girl a shadow wolf." Dagmar froze at that to the point that Ursula leant forward, eyes darkening with concern. "Auntie, are you okay?"

Shamira said, "Shane told you what happened? Why is it I'm not supposed to say anything negative about him to anyone, but he gets to trash me to everyone on a whim?" "Because life is horribly unfair. And because he is the boss," Banshee said smoothly. Banshee quizzed Shamira on which species were venomous, which ones might were web spinners, which ones were ground walkers, and other characteristics of the different types. Shamira was able to get close to the glass on all of them, and didn't even freak out when Banshee let one of the tarantulas out to crawl across that delicate Asian skin.

Althea’s voice bounced of her ears as she faced the hellish black wide open jaws of the monster closing in on her. In a burst of adrenaline, Tala broke off part of the wooden bangka, and drove into the shark’s dead black eyes, as it bit off a huge chunk of her torso before suddenly turning and disappearing into the now bloodstained waters. Feeling like she was going insane, Tala clawed her way up to the river bank. Althea’s horrified gaze fastened on her mutilated body. “ bu_bulinggit.” She could barely say as part of her face faded instantly.

Shadow kneaded Sabrina’s palm. “Prey? Aren't we supposed to use a worm to catch a fish?” Sabrina was invested in Shadow’s plan. “Are you kidding me?” Shadow raised her hand and flicked Sabrina’s forehead as if she was offended. David silently gulped down his saliva. Although with a harmless fishing analogy, the lord sounded vicious as always. This ambitious lord wouldn’t settle on the small prey. She was talking about a large fish. “If we want to catch a tiger shark, we need to use the finest tuna.” Shadow chuckled.

Samantha stated as Karisa was nodding at her. “Take your time, Sam. You know I will be here,” Karisa replied, looking at the book that her brother Sebastian used to read whenever he had the time for himself. The title was A Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne. Samantha never knew that Karisa was a Vernian. Huh, interesting indeed, Samantha mused as she smiled, remembering her reclusive brother who was probably busy with his duties as the doctor of the pack as well as an official of the Shadow Pack. Samantha blinked her eyes when she remembered the information that Karisa told her earlier.

Shrushaw replied. "And why is that?" Cedric asked. Shrushaw took a deep breath, she contemplated notifying them about the legend of the source and the key. "Tarekdeo needs Toshani to open the source." "You mean that legendary power source of Shambhala?" Lord Cedric exclaimed. "Yes, the same one," Shrushaw affirmed. The gasps and murmurs in the room confirmed that they were in for a shock. "But that's just a legend!" Markesh said, his face gaping in awe.

They play dance dance revolution and failed miserably since none of them can dance. They play Mario Kart, and Tank-Tank she won both, of course. Saga also play claw crane. He didn't win anything though but he did tried —six times to be exact, until Kira decided it was enough. Saga protested about it, telling her he was so close but really he said that everytime and in Kira's defense, it was painful to watch him struggle and keep failing. So she asked him if they can play another shooting game instead because she quiet enjoyed it.

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.

I lifted my shirt, revealing the jagged scars crisscrossing my abdomen. “Have you forgotten these? What about the justice you promised me back then?” Sienna fell silent. Suddenly, she snatched the scalpel from the doctor’s tray and drove it hard into her own palm. Her movements were so fast that no one could react in time. Warm blood spattered across my face. The coppery smell was sharp in the air. She held her hand, blood pouring from it, and stared at me. “Is this enough? Does this make it fair?”

Jaxon As the day winds down, I guide them to the aquarium's crown jewel, straight up to the 270-degree circular shark tunnel. I'd called ahead, made special arrangements with the staff. The tunnel simulates moon phases through its lighting system, and as closing time approaches, we have the entire space to ourselves. Sharks glide overhead like phantoms while silver-blue light dances across Natalie's face. Harry presses himself against the curved glass, counting fins with the kind of excitement and overstimulation kids get from a sugar rush or their favorite ice cream flavor.