The Aumakua Necromancer®
Copyright © ®2025 Michael J. Costa, All rights reserved.
Genre: Fiction, Action, Horror (Supernatural).
Two Americans inherited a large ranch on Molokai Island in the State of Hawaii from their Grandfather Cornelius Sheppard, the Sugarcane-Baron. Reginald, the eldest son, wants to preserve the land for Archaeology while his cousin, Lucas, just wants to build luxury homes to sell for profit. Problems arise when Native Hawaiian Burials are discovered in underground Lava Tubes and caverns, which became targets for Necromancy - Someone is reanimating the Dead, but who? Reginald consults his Divine Ancestral Spirits or Aumakua for advice. Who is the Necromancer behind the recent influx of Zombies and Egyptian Mummies?
(Pages #40-41):
The Detective wanted to know our financial papers – Mortgages, receipts for services like electricity or sewer, Sheppard’s Will. Nothing about the Petroglyphs even appeared on his breath. So he smiled, said he must have been wrong, turned around and left. His people left to their cars, drove around the area for a few times, and went back to their Station. I called Lucas immediately afterwards, not knowing our cellular line was bugged, wire-tapped. I noticed a double-beeping each time I called Lucas, like a listening device was activated on each Hello. This would be a great time to learn Telepathy.
Lucas was off the grid. Maybe he knew?
I returned to my Suite. The laptop was done downloading. I switched off the Internet and focused on the Dictionary of Petroglyphs.
One glyph at a time I entered into the scanner. I studied the arrangement of letters, the sequence of positions. Then I added them into the AI Processor program already installed on the laptop. Each line of text was copied. The entire book was in the interface. This may take time to work. So I placed the laptop in Sleep Mode and I went jogging on the beach.
The hot white sand drifted through layers of dunes amid the gentle tides of the ocean. Salty spray foamed on sea crests, cries of Sea Gulls were like the gossip of birds in the afternoon Sun. Then, a small metallic object collided into me as I was enjoying the breezes. It was a tourist’s Drone. A mechanical, remote-controlled copter with a mounted camera and interpolated lights flickering at me fell against my jogging suit to the sand below. I hope it wasn’t expensive. I could buy them another.
Then I noticed something odd. The Drone had a Molokai Police sticker on it. They’re tracking me?!
I ran. I ran as far as I could before I found another one, hovering there against the Palm trees, innocently enough.
I was as guilty as Fudge.
I ran inside the nearest Convenience Store. Did I carry money? I was still on my Ranch, just in the Township section. All expenses are prepaid. I just show my identity and that’s it.
I bought an aluminum baseball bat and a Sea Net for catching seafood.
ISBN: 9798263718596
Imprint: Independently published
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0FPRF6LD1/
Product details
ASIN : B0FPRF6LD1
Publisher : Independently published
Publication date : September 3, 2025
Language : English
Print length : 154 pages
ISBN-13 : 979-8263718596
Item Weight : 10.2 ounces
Dimensions : 6 x 0.39 x 9 inches
$15.00 USD
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