Whales Stories Novels & Stories

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

Primus of Drexillia" and made Cranx the new Grand general of Drexillia He had made Sphinxes superior to all other beings, a 300 year Sphinx is more superior to a 400 year old Vampire, anyone who didn't abide by that was slayed before the eyes of Drexillians, Drex had also planned on invading Hidden kingdom (another kingdom were beings like Griffins, Grendels, Goblins etc lived under the lordship of Stoker (1500 years Minotaur), the Qunin of Hidden city, but all his efforts were in vain,he was a lot more stronger, but despite the fact that Sphinxes and stronger, Stoker always defeated Drex on each attack he made on invading Hidden city, as a result of their ages

Whale thought. It was exactly the same as the boss's. It was so scary! Whale thought to himself. Evangeline snorted and said, "How long will this task take?" "Miss Xiao, we have discipline..." Whale looked at Evangeline in embarrassment. Evangeline immediately understood. "Don't tell Zion about my memories being recovered. Otherwise, I'll tell my father and mother that you bullied me. I know you may not be afraid of my father, but if my mother says a few words, I can't guarantee that you can continue to survive in the medical world."

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

Then I turned to Miranda, changing the conversation ‘Miranda, there is something Athan told me while we were on the balcony. He spoke about a kidnapping ring known as the black hood which likes to take purebloods. Do you know anything about them? ‘That’s scary. People do this.’ Jissa retorted. ‘It is. Really. I feel so scared for our kind. When have we become so debased to fight and kill one of our kind? My elder used to tell me stories about our debacles with the vampires and sometimes witches. I have never heard about in-fighting amongst werewolves. It is sad.’

So he’d lived through many wars and fallen packs. When I was a pup, he was the one who’d told me about the rogues, witches, and vampires who fought and failed to take the Midnight Pack from the alphas before me. My favorite story of his, though, was the Legend of the White She-wolf. I would always beg Uncle Panton to tell me that one. Something about it fascinated me.

something else. As if reading his mind, Dorian crouched slightly and smiled again. "It's okay. You can call me Dorian." "Okay," Elijah said with a small nod. Dorian pulled out a chair and sat beside him, genuinely interested. "What are you reading?" "It's a book about whales," Elijah answered, holding up the colorful cover that featured different species leaping from the ocean in painted illustrations. "Sounds interesting." "It is! Did you know there are ninety different species of whales?"

I have a feeling that the werewolves and the sirens have more than just bad blood between them. My tail still tingles as the magic sets in fully. It's hard to get used to a tail. It's even weirder to breathe in the water and not feel like I'm drowning. My gills move in and out the way, my lungs would on land. It was once believed that whatever lived on land also lived in the sea. Narwhals were hunted for their horn as people would search for unicorns. Or so Grandpa Jerry told me. There are lots of stories grandpa told me I wonder if they're all true. If they are true I wish I had a better memory, so I can go back and discover the secrets they all hold.

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

The whales were covered in bloody injuries as if they had died from the attack of some sort of sharp weapon. The reporter in the news said that this might be a result of some illegal fishing on the Rostead coast, where fishermen had no choice but to dump the whales they had caught back into the ocean. Whales were precious creatures of the ocean, especially blue whales. The reporter urged the public against illegal fishing, but Wilbur froze at the sight of the live feed from the ocean. The dead whales looked especially fresh, and there was a pattern to their injuries.