Beacon Hills Novels & Stories

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

After collecting her keys, she disappeared downstairs to the basement and crossed the foyer into the health spa. In the reception area, she stopped by the large window and gazed at the expanse of blue on the other side. In the pool, two heads bobbed up and down. Mr. and Mrs. Eric Beamish swimming laps. She’d met them the day she moved in and they’d been most helpful telling her about life at Belle Vue and all the other residents. Eric was plowing up the water as he swam, followed about thirty feet behind by his wife who, in goggles and a swim cap, struggled with the dog paddle.

“So did I really imagine it?” But deep inside… I knew I hadn’t. The vision had felt too real. Every sound. Every face. Every drop of blood. Then another part of the vision returned to me. Beacon Hills. It wasn’t just a small town. The vision had shown something hidden beneath it. Ancient ruins buried under the earth. Massive stone gates covered with strange markings. Creatures that were yet to come moving in the darkness below. Whatever was sleeping beneath Beacon Hills… it was waking up. And if it ever reached the surface…everything would change.