KING MICAH: World Beyond The Ruins

Micah’s POV

“You look so beautiful with your stomach filled with my babies, my love,” I mumbled into the dark silky hair of one of my women, Lorelei, as I kept rubbing from her swollen stomach down to her scales.

“That tickles Micah.” She giggled, and I couldn’t help but smile.

A groan came from behind me and an arm wrapped around my waist, “Ugh, shut up.” “I’m trying to sleep,” Linda muttered, placing the tip of her red tail on my legs.

I turned around and lay on my back with my arms folded across my chest. How could I not love this woman? They are the reason why I am still alive.

Arista told me that she found me at the bottom of the ocean, wounded and on the verge of death, and she saved my life.

Although I have no single recollection of my memories, I know that I and the women are of different species.

I was of the land and they were of the sea, but that still wouldn’t make me leave them.

I love them dearly.

After a few minutes of silence and thinking, I slowly got up from the bed, mindful not to wake my wife, and looked around the room.

Seven mermaids, all sleeping soundlessly with their heavily swollen bellies. Fuck, I did all this. I would soon be a father, and I couldn’t be happier.

There was someone else missing in the room, Arista. For a few nights now, I have noticed that my mistress was always missing from the room.

Does she not want to sleep in the same room as me? Did I do something to upset my mistress, Arista?

I had to find her and ask. I need to ask her why she doesn’t sleep with me and the others anymore.

I swam out of the room, my long white hair moving slowly behind my head. I checked every room in the recovered ship but couldn’t find her.

“Where is she?” I asked no one in particular but myself. She wasn’t in our home, and I wondered where she could have gone so late at night.

I swam to the large hole in the ship that led in and out of our home and stood there. I was never allowed to go out of the ship. The mistresses said it was dangerous and if I left, I could get eaten by the monsters of the sea or go missing, and without taking my breathing leave, I would die.

But the thought of Arista angry with me kept bugging me, and as I kept looking at the dark water, I felt like there was something out there-something I should know about.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

“They would understand,” I said to myself, looking back at the dark hallway before turning to look at the water once more.

A small blue fish was swimming in front of us, but before it could swim further, I grabbed it in my palm and shoved it in my mouth.

I swam out, using both my hands to push myself further away from the ship.

The whole ocean was so dark that it was almost hard for me to see and dead that I wondered if we really were in the ocean. It wasn’t even ten minutes when a large gray shark swam right past me, and I was quick enough to move out of the way. “Fuck,

” I mumbled, resting my back on a rock as I watched it swim away into the dark. It wasn’t even ten seconds before it came back and it was headed straight for me.

“Shit! Shit! Shit!” I cursed and started swimming away from its sharp teeth, but its sharp nose hit me at the center of my back. “Fuck”,

I cursed again as I turned around to face the shark.

I could feel myself getting angry at the thought of being beaten by such an animal. I clenched my fist into tight balls and when it was almost close to me, I swang my fist and pynched it in its right black eye.

The gray shark shook its head and started swimming in a circle around me. The action felt familiar to me-like something that I would do.

Its dark eyes were watching me, its prey, and my eyes never once left it.

It came at me again, but I was ready. I slid underneath it and wrapped my arms around it. It continued to trash around, but I made sure not to lose my grip on it.

I turned us around so I was on top of the shark. My legs were now wrapped around it and I moved my hands to its mouth. It kept snapping its jaws and trashing around. I moved one hand to its sharp nose and the other was placed under its jaw.

The shark closed its jaws on me and I hissed in pain. The smell of my blood hit my nose, and I knew that it was more than a cut.

I probably lost a fucking finger.

With all my strength, I pulled the shark’s jaw open. I saw its eyes widen because it already knew what I was doing to it.

I was going to rip it into two.

I pulled harder until it started to bleed from the torn part of its mouth. It moved back with force, and I hit my back on a sharp rock and released a painful groan from the impact.

“Argh!” I screamed when I was finally able to break open its mouth into two pieces.

I released the shark and it began to sink to the bottom of the ocean. It’s blood mixed with the water, creating a salty metallic smell.

Bringing my left hand close to my face, I saw that half of my index finger was gone. He was cut in half and probably in the mouth of the death shark.

I took in a deep breath of water and closed my shaky left palm into a fist. Although the pain was there, it was still tolerable. I sank to the sand and sat next to the dead fish. I tore the hem of my shorts and wrapped them around the half finger to stop it from bleeding.

Battling with the shark had weakened me and I just felt like going back and laying on the bed with my females, but it felt like there was a force pushing me to go forward, like there was a secret that had to be uncovered.

I decided to listen to the voice in my head and got up and started walking forward.

After about thirty minutes of walking, I stopped because there was a large mountain of rock in front of me, and just at the peak, I could see a faint light.

I released a sigh and began to swim up, but it was like an invisible force was pushing me down.

“I guess I’ll have to climb it then,” I muttered to myself as I started climbing.

It was slippery, and I had a few cuts on my body from the sharp edges of the rock, but I kept on moving.

The light was getting brighter as I kept climbing, and I could feel my heart beating so fast in my chest.

I was anticipating what was behind the mountain. My hands started to grow tired and shaky from pushing through the invisible current. I looked down and couldn’t even see the bottom of the ocean anymore.

Finally, I got to the top, and what I saw wasn’t what I was expecting. It was beautiful-nothing like I have ever seen before.