Shiera Seastar Novels & Stories

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

Ethan remained calm, just letting his sister do her thing. It wasn’t lunchtime yet, so there were no customers in the restaurant, but the waiter staff had already started setting up the food. Kira's sharp eyes scanned the dishes, stopping abruptly at the seafood section. She rolled up her sleeves, reached into the glass tank, and accurately picked out a dead shrimp from hundreds. “Explain.” “Th... this shrimp isn’t dead…” Liam stammered. “It’s not dead? Then how about you try it?” Kira said, smiling.

What kind of creatures are they? Sieghal knew that all the peoples of Shira believed that an entity always protected them whenever they went to sea to fish. With its blessing, the gods provided endless abundance and safety for the fishermen. However, no one knew what that entity was, so all of Shira believed they were sea guardian gods. But not Sieghal. While they believed it was god, Sieghal was convinced by what he saw as a child that it was not a god but a terrifying creature, massive and more dangerous than the most ferocious shark, always opening its mouth wide, ready to devour him at any time.

Today Sheryl decided to take a good look outside towards the vast sea beneath her, she was standing at the lobby suddenly she felt someone behind her, and before she could look back, she was suddenly pushed down. Below Cross Empire’s grand estate, the water was bone-chilling, making it harder for Sherryl Rain to move as she flailed her arms, desperate to stay above the surface. For someone like her, who had never been taught how to swim in deep water, the situation was dire. Each splash felt futile, her strength waning as exhaustion clawed at her.

Queen Asteria’s voice is in my head. “I will, my queen. Thank you. Keep me informed on any developments. I will find her and keep her safe.” I reply to her as I swim under shoals of fish. “Go, be safe, my boy. Tell her we are all awaiting her return and we are preparing the armies.” She says and I reply with I will and shut the link down. The fastest way to the island is through the singing stream. This stream is an underwater current like the EAC East Australian Current. But this has currents that run off it like a highway. If I don’t take it, it will take days and miles of open ocean.

He moves towards the podium as Calvin is dragged out in cuffs and a collar is around his neck; he is battered and bruised but fights, so defiant. “We are here today because Calvin Johnson broke the treaty. He used…” the doors to the chamber open with a bang and we all turn to see who has just entered. Queen Asteria. We all stand and turn to see her. “Pardon my tardiness.” She stands tall. Her long black hair has been braided down her back, her violet eyes sweeping over everyone present. Her back straight as she walks with purpose and authority, her power rolls off her in waves. She is more powerful than I am, so we all bow to her. She is the oldest shifter in the world. Asteria is the daught

Seafeema shakes her head, and Sasha smiles and nods, understanding her response. Swimming back down to the cabinet, Sasha meets with the merman healer, and they engage in a flurry of Aquasign, their signs too difficult for their patients to decipher with their backs turned. Returning to their respective patients, they carry mesh trays containing small bulbs with urchin needles. Sasha places the tray on the stand next to Seafeema's bed and signs, "This may sting a bit, but only for a moment." Seafeema nods in acknowledgment, bracing herself.

"The Luna is an uptight woman. She doesn’t break rules, so I'm merely trying to point out that it's tricky to keep on approaching her using different ways." Caius frowns at him. "You're making sense, so how am I supposed to make her break the rules in her own will?" "Perhaps, seperating her from the Alpha King would be your first step." Beau's sense of hearing heightened. "He might completely own her this time." Before Caius could react, his gut feeling got to him like an electric shock paralyzing his whole body. His senses went dull, and all he could feel was the wrenching pain itching its way in his chest.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

Stella has recreated the shape of the stars in that constellation with seashells on the beach. The moon is just beginning to rise, and the stars are twinkling in the darkening sky. Stella continues singing, and soon the seashells begin to glow with a soft light, and levitate off the sand. Layla comes running down the beach, drawn by the song. She catches up to me, breathless, holding her long skirts in one fist. When she sees the shells, she bursts into gleeful laughter. “Oh, Stella! You’re always full of surprises!”