Calico Cove Novels & Stories

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.”

"The cove below. We can reach the village harbor from there." She nodded. They waited until the house lights moved upstairs. Then they slipped over the wall, down the narrow goat path that wound along the cliff face. Rocks cut their feet. Wind whipped salt spray against their skin. They did not stop. The cove was small, pebbled, hidden by an overhang of rock. Ethan's old fishing dinghy waited there, pulled high on the shingle. They pushed it into the water together, cold biting their ankles. Ethan rowed first, strong steady pulls that carried them out beyond the breakers. Veronica sat in the bow, scanning the cliff top.

Chapter 24 Directing my attention back to my guests, I led them to Crimson Cove, a property belonging to the House of Bellwood. We held possession of half of the beach, while the remainder was either owned or potentially up for sale by the royal lycan family. Since ours were private, no one could enter the vicinity of our property. This would make me at ease to wear swimwear that could reveal my skin. If others would think that my bathing attire would be inappropriate, then so be it.

Aurora POV Blood Moon Bay. I had never been here before. It had an old charm with the cobbled streets, thatched roofs and narrow walkways. The ocean was angry, crashing against the shore. It looks like it was once a beautiful place, but wear and tear had worn it down to its bare bones. The Chaos Coven address was a 20 minute drive from here, but all of us needed a break after the car journey. Ethan had been restless for most of the drive, second guessing everything because he thought he picked up Luca’s scent. I wish it were true. Then at least our visit would have been worth it.

"The mountains are a day's hike from the cove. If we leave at dawn, we can reach her by nightfall." "If we survive the night." Natalia glanced back. "You're not going to die, Lucien. Not here. Not yet." "Confident." "Practical." She looked ahead. "If you were going to die, you would have died in the village. You didn't. That means something." "What does it mean?" She was quiet for a moment. "It means you still have work to do." --- The cove appeared at dusk. A crescent of white sand, sheltered by cliffs on either side. Palm trees leaned toward the water. The air smelled of salt and flowers and something else. Something that might have been freedom.

“Hmmm… all tempting. But let’s start with exploring your mysterious house” The plane touched down smoothly on the glassy surface of the cove an hour later. Aurora Cove was breathtaking… crystal-clear waters lapping at a pebbled shore, surrounded by wildflower meadows in full bloom: lupines in vibrant purples, fireweed in fiery pinks, and daisies swaying in the gentle breeze. The air smelled of pine and salt, crisp and invigorating.

The flight attendants started distributing pamphlets to every passenger when they were about to arrive at the destination. “In this brochure, you’ll find information about Maya Cove. It’s a property of HL Corporation that has been developed for tourism. Various facilities were developed and completed three months ago, including the airport and resort. It isn’t open to the public yet. The Horizon Awards will mark its debut in the general public’s eyes.