Calico Cove Novels & Stories

Cove. Twins. Moira laughs from her chains. “Oops. Forgot to mention that part. Blackmire breeds strong.” I drop Cove. Gently. On the ground. “Watch him,” I tell Rowan. I walk forward. Every Blackmire wolf turns. Two hundred left. They part. Not for me. For him. The second vessel. “Name,” I say. “Creek,” he says. “Cove’s older. By six minutes.” He smiles. “He eats hearts. I break them.”

"But the Crest of Lisbon is drifting further into the Atlantic depression. Once the satellite link drops below forty percent signal strength, the automated tracking loops on the ridge will realize they’ve been blinded. We have twenty-two minutes before the anti-air batteries wake up and lock down the coastal airspace again." ​"That’s more than enough time if Maya’s sea transport is where it’s supposed to be," Julian said, his silver eyes constantly scanning the high canopy above them. ​They reached the mouth of the ravine where the freshwater mountain stream emptied into a secluded, horseshoe-shaped cove bordered by black volcanic sand and towering coconut palms. The Caribbean Sea stretched

She pulled out smoothly, the truck eating up the miles as they left the familiar grounds behind and headed toward Shadowbrook. The drive wasn't long, but the anticipation built with every turn. When they arrived in Capitola and pulled up to the restaurant, Nico's eyes widened. Shadowbrook sat nestled along the banks of Soquel Creek, its entrance tucked away like a hidden gem. They opted for the famous red cable car—a quirky funicular that glided them down the hillside through lush gardens and past trickling waterfalls. The gentle descent felt almost magical, like stepping into another world.

Michael yelled over the sound of the running jet ski. “I can’t thank you enough for trying to help me. It really means a lot.” We continued at a fast pace in the direction of the cove until we got close enough that I could see the narrow inlet. Michael slowed the jet ski, and we coasted into the cove. The circular cove was surrounded on all sides by beaches that eased into cliff faces. The cove was completely cut off from everything; I understood why the dolphins would find this place appealing. Michael cut the engine, and the sound of the waves crashing against the shore took over.

Leona tilted her head slightly; noticed Loui who was so engrossed in driving their new car. Loui gave Leona a quick glance, then returned all his attention to the road in front of them. He chuckled softly as he caught the annoyed look Leona was showing him. "We'll talk about that later, Leona Argent." he whispered. Leona sneered at all Loui's words. "Ya, ya, ya. Whatever!" replied Leona irritably. Loui stopped the car in front of a building that read Moonwood Primary High School. Malia immediately opened her eyes when Luca seemed busy putting thick books into his backpack. She handed a bottle of milk to Luca.

Caleb says with a polite smile, as he turns off the engine. Coastal Cove is nestled at the back of the resort, overlooking the ocean with a breathtaking view of the sunset, and the exterior is designed to resemble a beachy laid-back vibe with natural wood accents, nautical ropes, and colorful beach umbrellas. The entrance is marked by a large, wooden sign with the coastal cove logo, sound of waves crashing against the shore creates a soothing ambiance.

Cove stepped out of the armored SUV into the pouring rain. The docks were slick and foggy, the kind of night where everything looked like a ghost. Rain hammered down on the concrete, mixing with the river water that lapped against the wooden pilings. The yacht sat at the end of the long dock, its lights cutting through the mist like a warning. Eli watched from the back seat, heart in his throat. “Cove, wait” Cove turned back once, rain streaming down his face. His black tactical jacket was already soaked. The bandage on his shoulder showed a fresh red stain. “Stay in the car. Lock the doors. Lena’s team is close. I’ll be back soon.”

Earthquakes have awakened ancient gas pockets beneath the reef, raising sandstone fragments and lost relics toward the surface. One of those relics—crusted with barnacles, tarnished by time—is a bronze idol. And inside it, a demon waits. It remembers the war. It remembers Heaven. And it is hungry. ************* Crescent Cove Crescent Cove is a sleepy beachside town with a population of just over a thousand. The kind of place where everyone knows everyone, and where gossip travels faster than the Millennium Falcon. If someone sneezes on one end of town, they’ll be offered tissues by the other end before they can grab their own.

"But the air feels too thick with tomorrow, Richard. Every time I close my eyes, I keep hearing the sound of the waves at the cove." "Marcus sent the final confirmation text at midnight," I mumbled, resting my chin against the top of her hair. "The cove is completely locked down. Cole’s team has the bluffs secured, the catering staff has finished the layout for the pavilion, and the acoustic band is already staying at the inn down the road. There are no corporate logos, Oma. No press badges. Just sixty wooden chairs facing the water." "And the rings?" she asked, turning her head to look at the twin velvet cases.

“Sea caves?” He leaned forward, lowering his voice as if sharing a secret. “There’s a secluded cove, just a short boat ride from here. Locals call it the Aphrodite Caves. The water glows in shades of sapphire and gold when the sun hits, and the acoustics…” His grin widened. “Let’s just say, everything feels… amplified.” Angela laughed, narrowing her eyes playfully. “Amplified, hm? This sounds suspiciously like a line.”