Beyond The Moonlit Sea Novels & Stories

BLUE’S POV. As the sun began to dip below the horizon, we found ourselves riding through the wilderness, miles away from the Moon light pack. "Are we still far from the Eli mountains?" I ask once more, frustration creeping in after hours of riding without a town in sight. The sun was setting, and the insects were swarming. Exhausted, I swatted at a mosquito on my hand and muttered, “I am getting tired, and it is getting dark so quickly."

He smiled, he slightly understood what was the mermaid wanted to say. B-But you never came back. I didn’t realize that my eyes were flooding with tears. “Why are you crying Nolan?” Orlene asked. I shook my head, “N-No, it’s nothing.” I replied. “It will be much better if you will not ask him more,” Amansinaya said. Orlene seemed to understand it so she just kept herself quiet. “Let’s go?” Amansinaya asked; we nodded at her. The setting sun was the last thing I saw as the time we went underneath the sea.

God. Mountains don't move. Fair. Not usually. Reasonable honestly. Then another pulse of blue light illuminated the sea. And everyone saw it. A giant black shape. Larger than a ship. Larger than the lighthouse. Larger than anything Lily had ever seen. The water poured from its surface like waterfalls. Then two lights appeared. Blue lights. High above the waves. Eyes. God. Eyes. Fair. Massive eyes. Reasonable honestly. Then Peanut buried her face against Lily's shoulder.

The year Daniel went broke, I swallowed every last drop of pride.  I took a job as a dancer at a shady nightclub just to pay off his debts. We lived in a forty-dollar-a-night basement room, surviving on stale energy bars and tap water.  I became the laughingstock of everyone we used to know. Eight years later, he pulled off the ultimate comeback and clawed his way back to the top. His very first move?  Bringing his high school sweetheart, Mia, straight into our home. At his victory party, in front of a room packed with people, he laid down three rules for me. "First, keep your distance in public. Mia’s a total germaphobe. "Second, Mia is sensitive. From now on, tell people yo

Graham Whitmore had been with me for eight years, all while keeping another woman as his mistress for six. On the eve of our wedding, he swore he had finally cut ties with them. He threw money around, settling things with every woman he had been involved with and making sure I never lost face. I was overjoyed, thinking that, after all those years, I had finally made it to the other side until one flimsy pregnancy test changed everything. Graham drove through the night, tearing across state lines without a second thought, all to get back to his true love. They kissed beneath a tree as if no one else existed, as if I were the villain standing in the way of some tragic love story. So, I to

Joel cradled Elora against his chest, her silver glow fading as unconsciousness claimed her. Maren stood over them, her face pale. “The true war begins now.” The blood moon burned brighter overhead, its crimson light promising chaos yet to come.

Outside the chalets، the atmosphere lay still, as though night itself had spread its wings over the resort village, enfolding it in a majestic, alluring calm. The darkness was not absolute; soft lights, glowing in warm hues, were scattered along the pathways like small, distant stars. The moon rose high, casting its silvery reflection across the surface of the sea, turning the shore into a vast mirror breathing silence and secrecy, as if the night itself were hinting at a rare romantic encounter.

Becca turned back to the mirror, running her fingers through her long blonde hair, imagining the moment Maya’s secrets spilled wide open. It wasn’t about Ayden anymore. It was about power. And Becca would make sure everyone in the pack saw Maya for what she truly was. Far beneath the waves, where moonlight barely kissed the surface, the ocean thrummed with unease. The current was restless, pulling and twisting as though it carried a secret too heavy to contain. Sirena broke the surface, silver hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid moonlight. Her chest ached as she

There were only four days left before the wedding. After washing up, I headed out to pick up a few things from the mall. The moment I stepped outside, Chloe oddly insisted on squeezing into my car. Elliot watched closely from the side. I ignored both of them and stared out at the passing scenery. As we crossed an intersection, the car suddenly lurched out of control. The black Maybach shot straight off the Harborview Bridge. Saltwater flooded my throat in an instant. The more I struggled, the more it hurt. Flashes of red blurred before my eyes—my own blood drifting in the water. I saw Elliot smash the car window and push Chloe upward, fighting to get her to the surface.

The sea burned. Not red. Not orange. Not like fire. It burned with memories. Silver flames danced over the surface of the ocean. Each one was a life. A story. One moment. Mara saw childhoods. First loved ones. Goodbye. Births. Millions of memories rose from the sea and filled the sky. The world became a star field from past. But something was wrong. The memories did not return. They left the sea. Lyra recognized it first.