Beyond The Moonlit Sea Novels & Stories

I’m on the dorm roof before I’m fully awake, barefoot, Hellebore Mist already humming across my back. The others are right behind me (no one needs to be told when the sky changes its mind). Above us, the bruised-twilight sky has split open in a perfect vertical line. Through it I can see the real Black Sea at midnight, black water lit from below by something ancient and angry. A single line of Deep Script burns across the water, visible even from here: COME HOME, DAUGHTER OF STORMS. Remy steps up beside me, braids loose in the wind, golden eyes reflecting the underwater glow.

The air was full of salt and night blooming jasmine, orange blossom and hibiscus. We sat down, dipping our feet into the water. The moon shone silver above, its reflection stretching across the waves like a road into forever. Then it happened. A glow shimmered where the tide touched our toes—soft, pale blue, like fire hiding under the water. “Pelin!” Manolya gasped, her voice catching with excitement. “Look!” I laughed in awe. “yes I love the bioluminescence, the sea sparkle and the Yakamoz, the moon shines so beautiful on the sea, it looks so infinite.”

The air was full of salt and night blooming jasmine, orange blossom and hibiscus. We sat down, dipping our feet into the water. The moon shone silver above, its reflection stretching across the waves like a road into forever. Then it happened. A glow shimmered where the tide touched our toes—soft, pale blue, like fire hiding under the water. “Pelin!” Manolya gasped, her voice catching with excitement. “Look!” I laughed in awe. “yes I love the bioluminescence, the sea sparkle and the Yakamoz, the moon shines so beautiful on the sea, it looks so infinite.”

Father, pale as paper, touched my face and smiled. "Eli, wait a little longer. Just one more day." But on the third night, I never saw Father come back. Instead, the guards took me to the pavilion. At a glance, I saw Father being held in place. Adrian stood beside Mother with a smug curl on his lips, directing guards to dig beneath the old peach-tree stump where my aunt's remains were buried. "The diviner said the thing beneath this ground is the reason my body grows weaker by the day. Dig carefully. Don't miss a single inch."

I lean over the railing and stare off into the distance. It is almost dusk, and the rising moon casts an amazing glow over the surface of the sea. I take a seat on a lounger and enjoy the view. It won't be long before Clarita sits here with me. There are only a few days left of my holiday, so I have to act quickly.

The moon had always been by his side. Every lonely night when he slept, moonlight had always bathed him, illuminating his battle-scarred tin body until it gleamed brilliantly. Even when clouds blocked the sky, moonlight always found a way to reach him. Throughout his endless chase and his desperate desire to pluck the moon, it had been with him all along. He had been blessed by moonlight from the very beginning. But he'd realized it too late. As Reddy sank into the deep sea, in the moment before darkness consumed him, the moon's reflection on the surface suddenly took the shape of a woman. Her face was blurred, but her hair was adorned with lemon blossoms.

My father’s reassuring presence, always ready to guide me through life’s challenges, flashed before my eyes. “Why did I come here?” I thought desperately, the question clawing at my mind as I fought against the instinct to give in to the darkness creeping in from the edges of my consciousness. I had always dreamed of being thrown into the ocean, feeling weightless and lost but this was no dream. The realization struck me like a jolt of lightning. “This is how it ends, isn’t it?”

The evening air was still, the kind of silence that felt almost deliberate, as though the sea itself had paused to listen. Amara leaned against the wide balcony doors of her sanctuary room, her gaze fixed on the horizon. The Orada Sea stretched endlessly before her, its surface fractured by pale ribbons of moonlight. Waves rose and fell like heavy sighs, their rhythm echoing the turmoil that had not left her chest since her encounter with Julien. She pressed a hand against the glass. The chill seeped into her skin, grounding her. For a long moment she allowed herself to breathe in the immensity of the water, its vastness both a comfort and a reminder of how small she truly was in this labyri

I tried not to let my mind fly by my thoughts again. "I have an eye that looks like ocean. The right one. It looks cool but it's a curse. A curse that I want to escape from. I don't want this in the very first place. Never. But how can I take it away from me when I can't? I tried." She added and I can feel the bitterness through the way she talks now.

I dropped my gaze instantly and asked before chewing onto my lips, "Anything else I can get you, s-sir?" "No, sweetheart." He darkly chuckled. Just as I was about to walk off this uncomfortable scene, I felt a burn on my skin. The moonlight had escaped the drapes of the clouds finally and it was lighting up the terrace with its own enigma. But why burn? Isn't the moon an epitome of cool and calm? I shrieked when I realised the burn that was flaming on my skin was actually, under my skin. With a clatter, the champagne glasses on the tray shattered on the floor. Luckily, the sound of music drowned it out but didn't stop the fact it poured all down the back of someone.