Beyond The Moonlit Sea Novels & Stories

Poppy, barely conscious, immediately wrapped both arms around her head and whispered, “Captain eyes stay on.” So, well. I gave up. Outside, night stretched black and blue over the sea. The moon hung low, its light falling across the water like someone had spilled liquid silver as far as the eye could see. Azzurra moved steadily beneath my feet, gentle enough that it didn’t feel like we were sailing at all, only gliding through some expensive dream too large to put on a credit card. I rested both elbows against the railing. The night wind pulled a few strands of hair loose from my tie. A thin chill brushed my shoulders, but I didn’t move inside.

The moonlight danced on her fingertips, creating an interplay of shadows and light. Fascinated, she also extended her hands toward the clouds, as if reaching out to grasp the paradisiacal wisps. Her fingers delicately traced the cotton-like contours, feeling the cool, misty embrace of the clouds as she moved through their soft, billowing forms. It was an astounding experience. This was the best date ever! Wade glided just above the surface of the sea. The moon's gentle glow cast a silver sheen upon the water, and with Blaze's mental command, water balls materialized, catching the ethereal light.

The world around me tilts, the edges of my vision going dark. “Rest up,” he adds, his voice distant now, like it’s coming from underwater. “You’ll need your strength for what’s coming next.” The last thing I see is his smile, cold and victorious, before the darkness swallows me whole.

From The Nora’s Logophile Board Flumadidle: (n.) Utter Nonsense *** 'Keeping the pure radiance of the moon as the witness, the heir of the Rakh Clan, and the firstborn female of the Paristo family are to be bound by marriage.' That was what stated in the letter Rosalind got a while ago. As she dragged her tired body into her house she thought, ‘What the hell?!’

They placed their bleeding hands on top of the basin of water and chanted; "We, the Sentinels of the moon Called out for thee Make a way for us to see Show our Priestess where she is For us to hold her so dear From the east to the west To the north to south Hear our plea!" A white shining light came across the basin, it is as if almost blinding. Orbs of light surrounds them, yet it disappeared quickly.

The eighth time I caught Oscar Stanton in a hotel suite, he silently picked up the fruit knife from the nightstand and slashed his wrist eleven times. “Satisfied now?” Blood ran between his fingers and dripped onto the carpet. He looked at me as though I were a madwoman who had driven him to kill himself. I stood frozen, the toy gun still clenched in my hand. For a moment, everything felt strangely unreal. After all, the last time things had gotten this bad, I had kicked his mistress into a crocodile enclosure and demanded that he never see her again. In retaliation, he had buried my mother’s ashes beneath a public restroom. He laughed and said, In retaliation, he had buried my mother

5 - Rowan I’ve been here two days and I feel almost back to normal. The hole a broken mate bond leaves never heals fully, but everything else feels amazing. My sister and I both inherited our mother’s ability to bake away any troubles, so every free moment has been dedicated to laughing and cooking.

Behind me was nothing but the sea sinking into the gentle pastel tones of evening. Beneath me was nothing but the soft sand, still warm under my bare feet. And ahead of me, nothing waiting but laughter, light, and, at last, the embrace of my love's arms. _________________________________ NEW STORY TITLE: MOONBOW (Lesbian sEX) ****** Part One

Ryn caught her before she fell, bracing her weight as the pool continued to ripple violently. She clutched his arm. “There is something beneath us.” “I know,” he said tightly. “The island knows.” Her breathing slowed. The glow faded. Far out at sea, waves rose without wind. And somewhere beyond the horizon, something ancient turned its attention fully toward the Moon Alpha. The ocean did not sleep that night. Neither did Elise.

Tonight the moon is almost gone—just a thin, dying blade of silver barely clinging to the sky. . . . The tide is the highest it’s been all week, black water roaring like it wants blood. . . . I’m standing ankle-deep in the surf when she rises. She walks out of the sea slow and deliberate, naked, moonlight gone but the water itself seems to glow around her. Her eyes are wilder than ever, green fire in the dark, tits high and heavy, nipples peaked, thighs slick with river and want. She stops a foot from me, chest heaving, and finally speaks—two words, raw and cracked from screaming my name all week. . . .