Surf Hellions: Book 2 of Surf Series - Black Diamond

By Willow Fae von Wicken

Marine Biologist Harmony Stelfox was about to reveal to the world, one of the greatest aquatic endeavors of all time. A robotic mermaid. She didn’t anticipate that things could go so terribly wrong. Was the universe trying to tell her something?

She was on route to the launch pad in the North Atlantic, on Hellhound Island, just north of Wiltfang Island, eager to launch her little Mermaid. Her vessel fell under attack by the jaws of a Great White Shark. A man with striking dark eyes, and an outline of heavy muscle was the one to rescue her. His quick sharp movements added an element of danger. He swam with g-force speeds. Humanly impossible. His was forbidden to speak it, but he was merman who took pity on the beautiful young maid. The wrath brought upon Harmony, and eight other yacht party guests trapped them in the Bermuda Triangle. In the clutches of lethal dark magic. There was little to do, but sit and wait for a rescue. That may never come.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Willow Fae von Wicken
• Release date: Jun 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301920457

Willow Fae von Wicken

Willow Fae has travelled overseas exploring and embracing inspirations for her novels. Being nurtured in magic her entire life, she brings together enchanting worlds of unique, unforgettable beings, who brave obstacles of great peril, to maintain balance in the world.A college instructor by profession, she has been an online writer for many years, with over 4 million readers. Writing since she could hold a pen, she decided to share her novels with readers who love to escape to celestial worlds.In Willow Fae’s novels, good and evil aren’t always a simple matter of right and wrong, bad luck is the trip to being lucky, and consequences and misfortune are the elements to survival.

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Table of Contents

Title

Dedication

Preface

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Epilogue

About Author

Copyright Page

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Surf Series - BLACK DIAMOND™-

Written and Illustrated by

WILLOW FAE VON WICKEN

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Dedication

Stay awake, don't rest your head. Don't lie down upon your bed.

While the moon drifts in the skies... Stay awake, don't close your eyes.

Mary Poppins.

Preface

Surf SERIES - BLACK DIAMOND ™-

Her hungry look intoxicated him. He resisted the mating call of his beating heart. Naid guarded secrets. He was a sea nymph, and he crossed forbidden lines. This time his heroic act came with a price. Naid’s anger would erupt full force if any creature dared caused her harm. He was trapped between the beastly warrior within him, loyal to Regis Neptunus, and the flood of warmth Harmony filled in his heart.

PROLOGUE

Rap-rap-rap

My posture stiffened. At first I thought I imagined it. Now I was starting to wonder. My stomach tightened as horrific images flooded into my mind. Of what it could be? I quickly ruled out ice. Berg territory was miles ahead. I tried to steady my shaking hands. The sound was quick, sharp, and forceful. The vibrations under my feet lingered. I mentally blocked my fears trying to clear my head. At first I thought it was whale. It couldn’t be though, I’d been watching for one since I departed Manhattan at dawn, with no luck.

I bit back a scream. I was sailing solo and if my yacht was in jeopardy it was up to me to get out of it. I took in a deep breath and struggled to steady myself. Without warning the Merrymaiden sharply lifted. I had no time to think or react as I was tossed backward. The bow slapped down on the ocean with an earth shattering slap. Tears filled my eyes as I received a miserable whack on my arm caught by the corner of the helm.

BANG!

Harmony Stelfox! What the hell is going on? Brought me out of my trance. My eyes shot to the cb handle, cramped in my hand. I stared at my thumb blankly, it was wedged against the on button.

Nothing Darius, I managed in a squeak. I’m fine.

I really wasn’t. There was another bang. An icy fear constricted my throat. My heart was beating like galloping hooves against my chest. With strained difficulty I forced my hands to cooperate. Absentmindely I released the handle of the cb, reaching for my binoculars. My head flung sharply to the right, drawn to where I heard it. I scanned the horizon, but there was nothing but waves.

Did you strike ice? Over.

I stared at the cb for a brief moment before I picked it up again. A cold steadily crept up my spine. I managed to pick up that handle and answer. That’s a negative. My voice was weak. I regretted the way it sounded. Unnatural. I didn’t like sounding vunerable. Not at any time. Not even when it was real. And true.

Are you grounding? Over. The panic was rising in his voice.

A cold dark fear struck me. My cheeks went hot. My limbs were immobile. I needed to get to the navigation station. It seemed impossible and it was only a stretch away. A deep groan escaped me as I lost my grip. I toppled over, cracking the small of my back against the hardwood podium. Ignoring the pain, I staggered helplessly trying to keep upright and hugged onto the helm. The Merrymaiden was pushed wayward. A rapid hammering echoed from the starboard side. That’s when the panic started to overtake me. I knew that what ever was lurking below my yacht, wasn’t backing away.

I’m not far behind you in the seaplane. Darius’s voice echoed with alarm. It fed my fears, like fuel to a fire. I understood that meant Darius would arrive soon. It offered me no comfort. How many times have abandoned boats been found? With no signs of the passengers. I gulped, in my case, passenger.

I made a decision in those quick split seconds. I wasn’t going to frighten Darius any further. I’d after all sailed solo for a reason. I wanted to prove that I could handle it. That I was ready. I wasn’t about to admit defeat.

Not today. I clicked the on-button and gritted my teeth in frustration. Regardless of my best efforts, all that came out was a sqeak. A tiny frightened small voice. Wait out. My breath was ragged and I dropped the handle. There wasn’t time to nurse him. Or his concern. Or what any of this could mean to my future. I had to do what I was trained for. Sail. Survive on the sea. Alone. I clicked on the sonar radar to get a visual, and immediately spotted a thick shadow, moving the speed of my boat. I started to adjust the settings on the scanner to get a better view.

Terror chalked my mouth dry. It wasn’t small enough to be a dolphin. It wasn’t as long as a humpback, they averaged 39 to 52 feet. I didn’t have enough data to speculate what it was. There was one thing that I had no doubt of, it was aggressive. It was coming, hard and fast. I blinked repeatedly when I heard it and tried to brace myself as the impact pulsed deep down in my bones. It cracked head on against the hull of my boat. I didn’t catch the actual impact on screen, as the power flickered and my monitor had gone blank. With my hand pinned to my chest, I tried to stay focused. There was something missing. Something important. Breathe. That’s right, I forgot to breathe.

I tapped on the scanner and sighed with relief as life came back to the screen. I needed a clear visual. I needed to know what I was up against. It was a struggle to fight back the dread coiling deep inside me. I had to keep my mind on the scanner. On anything that was out of the ordinary. Of what was going on beneath the yacht. The image was fuzzy at first, then it cleared into the waves of the deep blue sea. I extensively searched. I was so rattled, confused and shaken up, that I honestly couldn’t decide if it was a good thing. Or a bad thing. That shadow was gone.

This was the break I needed. It was time to move. The fears welled up below my skin, had prickled the tiny hairs on the back of my neck. It most likely dove deep, and would resurface at any moment. If I worked fast, I might be able to get away, unscaved. I clicked on the inboard motor and my heart rejoiced as it started on the first try. I was strarting to feel a bit foolish for all the worry, anxiety and stress I allowed myself to go through. I pulled on that throttle with all of my engery and strength focused on getting out of there. It took a few moments to get up to full speed. Even though I knew I should be relaxing some, my attention was locked on the sonar scanner. There was no sign of the shadow. I refused to completely slip into a safe calm, with my eyes wide. I couldn’t help but wonder what it was.

A high pitched whistling sound drew my attention, and nearly stopped my heart. It was close. A low drawn out howl was picked up the by wind, it reminded me of the lonesome call of the Loon. The rushing waves made it nearly impossible to see, but I kept watch. Through shaky binoculars I spotted it, in the distance from the starboard side was an incredibly large fin and tail. No, tails. There were two. Possibly porpoise? Maybe shark? I stood in breathless wonder with a death grip on the throttle as I watched for them. They didn’t resurface. That was a good sign, I hoped.

Fear was threatening to return with vengeance on it’s fangs. I had to stay focused. I deciphered the leeway, keeping my mind busy. The Merrymaiden was being pushed about 6° downwind, in normal conditions that wasn't alarming. That was the fuel for my fear however, even if I wasn’t about to admit to myself. I was experienced enough to know, in this case, I had reason to be alarmed. My yacht was caught in a battle between mammals who were larger than my yacht. They had the power to capsize it, even if unintenially.

My main concern was changing course. Trying to get out of the firing range. One thought replayed in my head, it was silly to be afraid, as it wasn’t anything like me, at all. For one thing, the sea wasn’t foreign territory. I spent two solid months on high seas while growing up. When my Uncle Radolf became my guardian he took me and my brother Darius on an expedition and I saw my share of aquatic creatures. I’ve dove into shark territory and lived to tell. My theory was that Atlantic sharks didn’t attack humans. I had no reason to be afraid.

The shadow on the scanner clearly was shark like. I relaxed my shoulders and deduced that Northern Atlantic sharks didn’t bite humans. They came there to breed and didn’t feed when they birthed. It was my hypothesis. I wrote an article about it. My uncle Radolf edited it, and submitted it to the Marine Biology department at United Nations University in New York. My arguments were so strong that it was published, a shocking day that was, as I had just turned sixteen. With all of that summed up in my head, I knew that I was perfectly safe. Nothing to worry about here. I kept repeating, taking long inhales and exhales of stressful breaths.

My stomach was churning as the entire yacht brutally vibrated. I held on as it riveted from my feet to the roots of my hair and before I had time to regroup. I heard an abrupt snap.

Ping-clang-thump.

I was foreseeing disaster. It happened at lightening speed. To me, it was slow motion. I stood blinking as a steel clamp flung by my head. Cables were snapping and flinging, a thick one coiled on deck like a snake. Then there was a swoosh. I gasped as it knocked the wind out of me. A horizontal pole bashed my stomach, crushing my ribs and swept me overboard. Within the blink of an eye I was hanging off the yardarm.

Of all the luck. I dangled like a worm on a hook, and wondered what Uncle Radolf would say. I hugged that wide pole with all my strength and swung my legs trying to climb aboard. I resisted the urge to look down as there were enormous waves beneath me. The predator that attacked my yacht. I squeezed my arms around the yardarm but it was too smooth and I started slipping. I let out a deadly scream as something large and gray leapt up beside me. A sharp sensation scraped against my backside. My lifejacket was choking my neck. It was being ripped off my body.

I was airborne the moment the yardarm snapped. Deadly screams bolted out of me. Being replaced by gulp after gulp of sea water. I managed to choke it out, and sucked in a deep breath, as I was sucked into a large wave. My legs, arms, even my lungs had seized. Frozen in shock from the freezing water. It was the coldest, most bitter water I had ever felt. Or imagined. I braved a peek and was staggered with instant regret. There were a set of deadly coal eyes staring into me. Panic-stricken I struggled, as the beast was gripped onto a piece of my lifejacket. Along with remnants of wood. Things were happening quickly, fast and terrifyingly playing out like a nightmare that I had so many times when I was young. When I saw them die. When I lost them. I thought I was over it. That it was anchient history.

But it wasn’t.

There was nothing much I could do about his strength. I pressed my lips as tightly shut as I could, as he tossed me like a rag doll. The water was bubbling all around us. Then his grasp seemed to weaken. It stood to reason that he didn’t have the hold on me that he wanted. He was about to relase me, for a better plan of attak. For a split second the pressure eased and the tips of his razors graced my thigh.

I glanced upward. Through my racing mind of horror, there was one tiny, thin, almost unbelievable slither of reality that breeched through my dark clouded mind. The surface was actually just above my head. I wrestled with my emotions, and wrestled the waves. Finally I managed to breech the surface. My lungs gapsed weakly for air. With incredible dread, I faded into shock. His pointy nose was softly bumping against my side. I took in sharp quick breaths, easing the pain burning in my chest. Wwith my mind working and clearing, releasing that he was choosing his target. The one fatal bite that would claim my life.

Not if I could help it. The air, life, the world I knew and loved that promised me great things came to me like a light of goodness. And love. The future I wanted to live, to see my family again gave me hope. Darius was on his way. I just had to hold on. It was time to take control. I ran on pure instinct now and recalled my Uncle Radolf telling me when one is faced with danger one of two instincts will strike you, fight or flight. It wasn’t a conscious choice as your body kicks in with some kind of protection mechanism. Flight sounded like the plan. I dove forward and swam like mad, toward the Merrymaiden.

The shadow beneath me was swiveling from side to side in a frenzy. It could only mean one thing, it was prepared to strike. From the corner of my eye I saw a vicious set of open jaws. I curled into a ball, and the razor teeth lightly shaved against my legs. Within the seconds that passed, I kept swimming. Keeping my eyes on the prize, my yacht. The dark worm hole of his throat was like a vacuum capable of swallowing me whole. If I didn’t know better, I’d swear he was playing with his food. He was circling around me, trapping me in a ring of water. For a brief moment I thought back to last summer at the Niagara Falls Marine Park. I was an assistant to the dolphin and killer whale trainers and learned a few tricks. I was taught how to ride large mammals. It came naturally.

A sense of murderous instincts slammed inside my mind. It filled me with emptiness. It was deadly and cold, yet calmly indifferent. I shivered deep inside as I realized it came from the shark. His jaws widened and I put out my hands preparing for it, as he swam along side my good leg, giving me another swoop. Another once over. Sharks were known to do that, curious as they were deadly. I looped my arms around his side, and my hands hooked onto his dorsal. I defied my gripping pain, forcing my injured leg to cooperate, and with one swing I mounted the shark. Holding on was the most frightening challenge I had ever accepted. He wasn’t expecting a counter attack. He had one direction, forward. As long as I could stay on his back, I was safe from his jaws. He wasn’t taking it well, he viciously thrashed about, it was like riding the devil’s bull. With great force, he dove below. That’s when I realized he had one tactic left to defeat me with, and within a few minutes it would be over. I had little choice but to hang on, squeezing his sides with my legs, digging my nails into the sandpaer coated skin.

Of all the ideas I could have come up with, I believed this was the worst. He could dive deeper than my body could stand. It was getting harder to hold my breath, my eyes were burning. I had run out of options. He intended to drown me, and there wasn’t much I was able to do, to stop it. My head was telling me to let go, but my fingers were welded in place as he swam deeper. Blinded by a violent rage of bubbles, terror rushed through me at the swooshing sound of his snapping jaws. My leg was howling with pain astreaks of crimson smoked upwardly from the gashes in my leg. I closed my eyes, and dug deeper into my mind than I had ever before. I had one idea left that might save my life, and it wasn’t going to be easy. There was a little trick I learned since I was a child. I could try to think my way out of things. The shark had ceased his struggling, plunging slowly into the depths, piloting me to death. This was only a few seconds that were scraping. With my thoughts slurring, seeking a means to summon that special gift.

When I was a child I discovered that I could play tricks with my mind. For one thing, I knew what people were thinking. For another, I could move things with my mind, too. If I concentrated, or really felt that strong emotion, I could make strange things happen. Since I discovered my unique abilities, I quickly learned to keep that secret to myself. They were already thinking I was different. They pitied me. Even laughed when I explained the events of my parent’s death. Of course the teachers sent me to therapy and they said it was a childhood fairytale brought on by grief. It was unthinkable to let them see what I could do as I was old enough to understand. They’d take me away from Darius and Uncle Radolf. I couldn’t bear it. So I hid it. Now I’m thinking it might be a blessing.

With my fingers clamped like jaws of death, he seemed to be getting agitated. Maybe he thought I’d have fallen off by now, that I should be dead. He wasn’t dealing with just any human. I was trying to keep count in the back of my mind, keeping track of the seconds that we’d been under. Trying to stay logical, knowing I could hold my air for a little while longer. But not much longer. I thought back to riding the killer whale, this of course wasn’t anything in comparison. At the park I was in a pool, and the whales were comfortable with humans. It was all I had to draw on. I could do this, I told myself, even though I knew the outcome. No matter what I did, all it would do is buy me seconds more to live, this was going to end badly, for me, it was going to end with my death.

His thrashing tail created extreme waves, and I filled with dread. I realized that I had precious moments left. I thought back to the day I swore off telekinesis. Shame filled my cheeks when the class looked at me in shock. A girl tormented me about the death of my parents, she heard the rumor, and she said Uncle Radolf didn’t love us, we were a burden to him. She called me the weird kid. The retard. Red flashed before me, just as a text book flew at her head.

Would I let my shame be the death of me?

It all became clear. His jaws were his weapon, so why couldn’t it be his weakness, too. I pictured welding his big jaws shut, with my shoulders tightened, I put everything into it, and after a long drawn out moment I opened my eyes. A sinking feeling spiraled in my stomach. It wasn’t working. He was too powerful, and I was too distressed to concentrate. He went into a wicked speed, trying to knock me off his back, and I relaxed my body, and fed on the trembling terror, the adrenaline, losing my parents, the thought of never seeing Darius or Uncle Radolf again. My life’s work never being completed. I gritted my teeth, and my feelings amplified.

All at once I was free, in mind and body. The shark’s jaws didn’t weld shut, but my fingers abruptly cooperated and relaxed. I fled toward the surface and I doubled over with pain, as the back of my leg cramped. I was screaming inside as I was pulled downward, with a set of shark teeth twisting my leg and I cringed as I heard the crack of my bones. My entire leg was lost inside it’s jaws, in a fatal grip. I didn’t think I had the strength to push him away. I prayed inside my heart to my mother as I always had a vibe that she was with me. Than a thought occurred to me, I was going to see her again in about three minutes, and it was going to be without my leg.

Bubbles and white foam mixed with red feathers of blood that blurred my vision. Deep inside me I had the impression of a thunderous roar. I gasped realizing that it wasn’t coming from me, or the shark. It was an intense emotion that was, about me, and it was coated with rage. I drew faint. A shadow darkened over us and I wondered if it was the shark’s foe. It became clear how I was going to die, it was going to be during a tug of war, and I was the rope. My leg was seething with an unimaginable pain as the shark held his grip on me. Deep down I knew I should have passed out from the sheer intensity, I should have screamed bloody murder.

I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my mouth closed. Thinking it must have been two maybe three minutes that I was under water. My record for holding my breath was seven minutes and three seconds. I had to stay quiet. To savor my air. Everything inside me was saying that I had to live. Even if it was for minutes. I tried to wiggle my leg out of it’s jaws. Without meaning to my fingers slid into the shark’s eyes. They were sinking deeper and I struggled to pull them back. I had all but lost the feeling in my fingers. The freezing water had all but taken care of my sense, despite all that they were cushiony like jelly. I squeezed my eyes closed, and felt a vibration, and the shark’s locked jaw eased off my leg. When I rested my eyes on it again, it was shaking it’s head. I watched in horror as I was thrust to the side by the shark’s tail as it chased after it’s assailant.

My chest was a inferno ball of pain, and with my last bit of strength I spread my arms and reached for the surface. Feeling my dangling leg below my waist. I said a prayer, hoping my leg was all in tact. I had a feeling that I broke my record in swimming speed, even without all my limbs working. In the corner of my eye I saw the thick outline of shadows had sunk beneath me. Thin strips floated like dancing streamers of scarlet against an endless blue sea, and I breeched the surface face first, gasping for air.

I cried out as I collided with a whitecap and was carried upward by a large wave. I sucked in a breath as it dropped me with such force that I was shoved under. I struggled to return to the surface. My leg felt separated from my hip, and I had no doubt it was broken in several places, in severed in others. The knowledge that it dangled, gave me hope, knowing it wasn’t completely devourved by the shark. It amazed me that he hadn’t bitten me into pieces, there was something holding him back. I didn’t have time to think anymore about it.

I was swept upward and howled with delight, as I toppled on the tip of the wave I caught a glimpse of the Merrymaiden. The motor had quit and it was adrift. I thought maybe I had a chance. It was difficult to judge the distance, as it was possibly a quarter of a nautical mile away. My abrasions were flowing fast, with one hand I tried to hold myself together, while breaking into a left sided stroke. I feared at this rate I’d never make it, the tide was too strong. I held my breath as another large wave picked me up a good 15 feet, and crushed me downward into freezing foam.

I moved with slow easy strokes. I swam the sea my whole life, I believed that I could do this. It seemed bad because I was alone. Alone and injured. With a shark at my heels that wanted to rip me apart. I frowned worriedly. Then decided that I seriously needed a change of thought. I wondered where the mammals went. Before the next wave swept me up I pressed my face into the water, the commotion below was masked by the depth. To survive I had to believe I’d live. I had to keep stroking. I could make it to the boat, it couldn’t be that far. The voice of reason reared it’s ugly head, and it made me gulp. It was like a bitter snickering old friend that said, I’m dead.

It seemed like an hour had passed but I was sure it was under ten minutes. I was losing energy. The freezing water stiffened my muscles, my extremities screamed in pain. Hypothermia would claim me soon if I didn’t drown first. I was slowing. It appeared that the yacht was drifting further away. And it was. I fought fears. I lost the feeling in my leg, and the rest of me was rapidly cramping up. Sometimes the voice of reason reminded me that I was losing fluid. Fluid that was a calling card for sharks and I was leaving a trail. I frantically broke into a side stroke. One, two, thee, forget the predator, focus on the boat. I was swept up, and dropped down. Holding my breath, I struggled to stay afloat.

My body fell limp. I was drifting. It was all I could do to tread water. I was smacked with fatigue. My mind was strong but my body was spent. There was nothing left of me to offer the glutinous waves. I gazed along the horizon, and sighed as there were no boats, no land in sight. I choked on a mouthful of seawater, and started sinking. My shoulders shrugged, as I considered that I had put up a good fight, I devoted my life to the sea, it only was right that I’d die in it. My eye lids lowered, until all light was out, finally, I allowed the sea to claim it’s prey.

Bitter cold and fear stole my breath. A pressure suddenly gripped on the back of my good leg. The shark was back! I squirmed and kicked, it took several seconds to realize, it didn’t bite me. I was being towed from my backside, probably from the remnants of my lifejacket. I guessed I’d be dead if it was the shark. Glancing over my shoulder, I realized that I was being towed toward the Merrymaiden. With great difficulty I turned my head a little further, expecting to see a dolphin.

Horror claimed my face. Sharp piercing eyes were penetrating into my own, and abruptly changed direction. From my position I saw the outline of a rigid chin. Thick fingers slid around my waist and he pulled me in tightly, lifting me out of the water. With little effort he cradled me in his arms, even my dangling leg was secured. It was strange and exciting. We were riding a wave that gradually spun out into a barrel. Deep in the tube I dug my nails into his shoulders as he effortlessly did a slalom, followed by a 360.

How could this be? Where did he come from? We broke into a speed that I was sure emitted an impressive g-force. The water splashed

Reviews for Surf Hellions

[BookWormy · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

This books is awesome! After reading book one, Surf Sinners, I found it confusing at first because all the characters from book one were not there. It took place on another island with a whole bunch of new people, and even though it was nothing like I had ever read before. I liked it. I liked the new characters as much as the first book, and I love stories of magic and this one was scary like a horror book. The Devil's triangle, a merman, and having your worst nightmares come to life. Being adrift on a dead sea. I was gripped right away and read it to the late hours and kept going for the days after. I just had to get to the end. And then I find out there was another book after this one. I couldn't wait to start reading that one too. Good Read.