The Lost World Novels & Stories

she knew it, so she lured him with another offer. "Here's the thing Jon. We are going to use that to disguise ourselves as tourists. Well, we really are, but," she paused and walked closer to him. "We are going around with that, in such a way that we may be able to peek at some suites, in case we may see a sign of Vivian." He put down the cup of coffee and replied to her, "That would be a good idea." He went in, grabbed his binoculars and went with her. They enjoyed the sea, Jon was driving the jetski as Stephanie held the binoculars. They roamed around for a few minutes, giggling as they enjoyed the crystal clear blue waters. However, the fun broke when Stephanie's mood changed. "Jonathan?

They did not have any problem with his reign since it was his last year, a few months after, he was replaced by the current Magic King. But both the former King, my father and the other King, weakened so much. The restoring of earth's balance took all their magic. The other King died and my father's magic was lost. He was devastated at first but the entire Kingdom acknowledged his braveness and sacrifice, my father accepted things. He was soon relieved that he was able to help planet earth.

According to Annabel, Miles and his two fellow mining engineers had been in the village prepping a trip to the edge of the Andes in Peru, in search of potential new mines for the corporation they worked for. Two men researching a supposedly extinct plant had arrived from Europe seeking a guide to go up a mountain in the Andes as well. An archaeologist and his two grad students were heading to the Andes looking for a rumored lost city of the Cloud People-the Chachapoyas. All of them had decided to pool their resources and travel upriver together.

Death was already taking hold when the world exploded in light. Now, the clearing glows faintly gold and silver, shimmering like a dream that hasn’t faded yet. For a heartbeat, I don’t move. Maybe I’m not alive. Maybe this is what comes after… the space between worlds that people talk about, where lost wolves walk before the moon calls them home. The air feels too soft, too still. No pain, no breath, just light.

Rebekah Rebekah stood in front of the stranger, butterflies forming in her as she stood close to him. Her hand was still resting on his muscular chest as his scent flooded her senses. He smelled strongly of pine and cedar, a faint trace of booze around him. She could feel the eyes of everyone on them, but it was as if they were in another world as she stared up into this man’s blue eyes. Nyx, her wolf, was shaking in excitement as they had found their mate. She whispered, just for him to hear, “What’s your name?”

he responded, a hint of realization coloring his expression. Amelia, observing the unfolding scene, found herself even more intrigued by the unexpected revelation. The opulent surroundings, the grandeur of the mansion, and now, the introduction of a lawyer appointed by Josh's grandfather, Isabella Rodriguez added layers of complexity to the mystery surrounding Josh. It made her wonder, what business was Josh's family involved in that he would need a lawyer? And the mention of Josh's grandfather only proved to her even more that Josh was indeed rich, not the person she thought he was.

I was sleepless all night. At dawn, piercing screams pulled me from half-sleep back to reality. The moment I opened the curtains, the scene before me struck me speechless. Storm hung from a tree branch outside the window, its silver-white fur stained with blood. Its beautiful amber eyes had lost their luster, and the crescent moon nameplate around its neck was missing. My screams brought Ethan running. He hadn't come home all night—now disheveled, his face covered with dark stubble.

I reply “Sounds interesting” he sounded excited “What inspired it?” This question put me off in a million ways “This trip” I answer softly. He nods and don’t talk after that. “We’re here” he finally announces after minutes of awkwardness. He parks the car and we walk through the dark entrance The place was filled with beautiful creatures flowing all around us; the roof and floor were transparent too which made the experience more exciting. It was more than an aquarium, it was a tunnel in an ocean according to me.

I might be able to focus on just being a leader soon and finding the rest of my abilities. After dinner I decide to go for a jog. I have been lacking on my exercises lately as I have been so busy training the pack at all times. This time the jog takes me all of the way over to my familiar. I have been wracking my head trying to think of a name for it and even though I hate just naming it a color I think I am going to call it Rojo. Since arapaimas are from South America it would just be red in Spanish which is the dominant language down there.

From here, the opening wasn't visible, but a couple more steps behind would reveal a small gap that led to a cavern beneath. The cavern, I knew, ran all the way through, opening out into a beautiful little spot, hidden from anywhere except the high cliffs that ringed it completely. And in the centre, lay a large pool of crystal clear water, fed by another fall that would now be barely a trickle, but would increase when the spring thaw reached the mountains that rose above, just beyond the pack's border.