Books Like The Starless Sea Novels & Stories

I looked away. “And if I give him this?” she asked, raising the half-burned note. “If I tell him what coast you’re on, that you’re not really gone?” I thought of Lily. Of bookstores and sea air. Of freedom without fear. “Give him just enough,” I said. “Let him choose this time.” — A few weeks later… The sea always arrived before the morning. It crawled up the shore like it had something to prove. And I stood behind the bookstore’s counter, watching the tide move the world without ever raising its voice.

I growl out, hoping my acting skills are up to par. Ciara laughs almost menacingly, but I can tell it’s fake. “This situation reminds me of 20 leagues under the sea. Does it not, rogue?” The rogue closest to her, looked at her curiously and shrugged. Guess he’s not a literature enthusiast. “Have you read the book? Its one of my favorites.” Shit. I don’t know what she is talking about. What does the sea have to do with a battle? ‘Alpha, do you understand?’ Hunter asks.

About an hour ago, she’d felt so lucky to have found the book without having to pre-order it. But it turned out someone else had beaten her to it, so she had no choice but to let it go. “All done?” Sea asked, holding several books in his right hand. Ayleen nodded listlessly. “Well then, let’s go home!” Sea said, walking ahead of the girl without noticing the expression on her face. Ayleen didn’t say anything and simply walked behind the young man. Sea had apparently bought three books related to chemical engineering. Ayleen glanced at him with admiratio and it seemed the young man enjoyed reading.

📖 ⸻ Unlike every other book… It had no title. ⸻ No author. ⸻ No pages visible. ⸻ Only a black cover. ⸻ The moment Ilyaan saw it… Pain exploded through his mind. ⚡💥⚡ ⸻ Memories flooded his soul. ⸻ The Silent Sea. ⸻ The First War. ⸻ Auren. ⸻ The Second Dreamer. ⸻ And someone else. ⸻ Someone completely forgotten. ⸻

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

Also, the word 'thankful' isn't enough to level how much grateful I am to you all for supporting me and this book. See you ‘till the next Claveria adventure, guys! Love y’all! *BOOK SERIES* -MELANCHOLY: THE MOON’S INCEPTION -A LUNA’S BLADE: FEUDS AND GRUDGES -TALE OF THE DEEP: A SIREN’S MELODY

For now, she didn't even want to wonder what would happen if aunt Margareth finds out about her feelings. Selene stretched first, then slowly dragged herself off the bed, her eyes immediately fixed on the Book of Magic that was lying down on the desk, the one she had gotten from aunt Meredith yesterday. Selene took it gently in her hands and sat on the edge of the bed, setting the bulky volume on her lap, and flipped through the book several times. Afer the fourth time she stopped at a page that showed a portrait of a man with ebony, half-length hair, in a long black coat... The face itself seemed familiar at once, but when Selene saw his eyes - dark and captivating like two black holes, she

He also won’t want another repeat of rejection I thought bitterly too. The books couldn’t hold my interest, I looked out of the windows, but the streets were deserted late at night. No movement apart from the occasional animal scampering past. Giving up the wait I yawned, stretched like a cat, and landed in my four-poster wonderland expecting sleep to swiftly take me.

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

I bet he is jerking off at the thought. “My queen, are you ok?” I look at the sentinel and nod my head as I push up and swim away from my sleeping family. The waters are dark and cold. No more than usual. I swim to the entrance to the hidden kingdom and pass the bioluminescent jelly fish and plants and out into the open water. The moon beams her silver light into the water. Making the seas look mysterious and enticing.