Steam Powered Giraffe Jon Novels & Stories

Hands were on my arms and wrists, trying to hold me still. “The sharks and jellyfish in these waters aren’t shifters sweetheart,” I heard, making me go limp. My eyes grew wide and I looked back toward the shore where several people and several animals stood. A tiger, a zebra and several wolves. You know, just hanging. Normal. Holy shit, is that a … a giraffe? I closed my eyes and let the man carry me. I didn’t want to look at him or know anything about him. When we finally cleared the water I pushed back against him a bit, trying not to be rude.

I didn’t know what was on his mind. I took Alaric’s favorite giraffe doll, which was proven when Alaric immediately grabbed the giraffe and put its head in his mouth. “If you meet a giraffe, you won’t be able to touch them. They’re so tall. You can’t even sit on their backs,” I said, stroking Alaric’s black hair. Alaric took the giraffe’s head out of his mouth and stared at me without blinking. How could I not often think that he could already think? He responded to my words correctly.

The Ferryman’s Audit The crossing at Ste. Genevieve was a "Broken Asset" sanctuary. A group of "Liquidated" rivermen had salvaged a massive steel barge, powering it with a "Recycled" steam engine that burned dried driftwood and "Chronicle" plastic. There was no "Neural-Link" required for passage; the only "Index" that mattered was the weight of your trade.

We emerged in a cavernous sub-level where massive steel pipes hummed with the flow of cooling liquid. I climbed out of the water, my tactical gear dripping, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm. Girard followed, shifting partially as he reached the shore. His shoulders widened, his claws extending with a terrifying snickt sound. He was the Apex in his element—dark, silent, and utterly lethal.

I love koala bears; they look so cute. "Are you ready?" Simon asks. We drove from Hastings to Wellington, which took a little over four hours. Not enough time for me to prepare. Over the past two weeks, I've been trying to come to terms with everything and feel better. Phillip deserved what happened. Now, I just need to wrap my head around being a hippogriff. Why does it have that name? It sounds like someone mixed a hippo and a giraffe. That makes me giggle every time I think of it. Whether it's a giraffe head and legs on a hippo body or a hippo head on a giraffe body, either way, it's hilarious. "I'm as ready as I'm ever going to be." I see my mom and dad watching from the front porch. It

Since no one knew what was going to be outcome of everything they planned out. Jon shifted into his wolf form, swiftly and grabbed the guard standing right next to him. He snapped his neck and threw him against the cargo that was transporting two other guards of Ethan. The cargo stumbled upon a huge rock, since it had lose its control due to the impact of the guard that was thrown at them. Jon jumped and perched right on the cargo. He pierced the both of them with his claws and growled with a high pitch voice.

They left the camp with two of the jeeps heading east towards the capital, as they drove through the dusty path Roxanne constantly looked left and right, in the distance she spotted a giraffe and an antelope eating a dead lion, she was stunned, Keith noticed the look on her face “Weird right?” he said “Weird? That’s crazy and creepy” she said “Everything is unpredictable in here” he said “What’s that?” she pointed in the distance at two black animals like jaguars “Vampire Jaguars… They kill preys for blood not meat” Amberjill said from the back seat “What the hell is that?” Roxanne pointed in the distance at a huge elephant with huge snake trunk, the elephant was seated while the long snake

"That's very long." "It is." Eli looked down at Gerald in his hand—the small plastic giraffe who had once been a whale until he decided on a different life. He held the toy up, offering it to the old man. "Gerald is a giraffe now," Eli explained. "But he used to be a whale. He changed."

Alexander, our youngest, offered me a big smile with one of his front teeth, making my heart melt. “My dear sweet boy…” I leaned in to kiss his chubby cheek, my heart aching as I thought about how much I would miss hearing that sweet laugh 24/7 while he wasn’t in kindergarten “Are you excited for your visit to the zoo today?” “Yes! I’m going to see the giraffe! Like Gina!” He held up his new favorite stuffed animal, a yellow giraffe with a heart-shaped spot that was one of the many gifts my father had given him for his birthday the previous week.

White steam rose from their nostrils into the clear morning air. Gryfyn didn't wait for a mounting block. He swung himself up onto his giant black stallion with effortless power, his fur coat spreading wide across the leather saddle. He reached down, his long, broad arm extending toward me, his golden eyes locking onto mine with an unyielding command. "Up, Vira," he ordered, his deep voice leaving no room for argument.