Candle Cove Percy Novels & Stories

Percival’s lips parted slightly as he stood motionless, blinking once, then twice. “Percival, go!” I called out, waving my hands urgently. He closed his eyes briefly, then exhaled deeply. He looked back at me with a concerned expression before locking eyes with me again. “Edeline… guess what? My boat sank when I arrived here. There was a crack in the bottom. But don’t worry, I managed to haul myself up the ledge with all the supplies mentioned in the letter. Oh, and my phone? It’s at the bottom of the ocean now…” He said, his face as pale as a sheet. I saw his Adam’s apple bob nervously as he spoke.

With Bennett's fiery temper, Sean could end up worse than just beaten. Sean could not risk it. His face darkened with a terrible gravity. In a heartbeat, Sean blurted, "Honey, Mom's spiritual advisor said you should light a candle on the quiet rooftop before the baby comes, to pray for a safe birth!" A rooftop? The only way up was the stairs. It looked like Sean had a plan to send me tumbling down. I did not argue. I just followed him up the stairwell. "Babe, I'll lead. Watch your step, okay?" said Sean, his concern as thin as ice.

“I love you, Alexander Peregrine. I feel like I don’t say it enough.” Xander chuckled and kissed my neck, slowly moving upward to my jaw. “And I, you, Cressida Cardinal.” I moaned as he continued his butterfly kisses, but he quickly stopped and groaned. “I hate to break this up, but we’re losing precious daylight. If we want to reach Perch in three days, we must leave.”

Giving the boy her attention, Rose introduced herself; “thank you for helping me get a better view young sir, I do love watching! My name is Rose Duncaster, heiress to this manor.” “Pleasure miss, my pa is about to compete in the sword play. We just moved here from Wales, my name is Percival but everyone just calls me Percy.” Shaking his hand as her da taught her to, not too firm but not soft and flimsy either… she caught herself gazing into his gorgeous eyes, they were the brightest blue she’d ever seen, and her ma’s eyes were pretty spectacularly blue as well. Then the spell was broken with the clanging of metal and the entertainment had begun.

Percival, unflustered, continued, “We have a long day ahead. Wherever you want to go, I’ll accompany you. But eat first; there’s no stomach medicine in the car.” “I’m not hungry,” Eulalia said, staring out the window. Following her gaze, Percival saw a candied hawthorn stall. “Wait here; I’ll be right back.” He dashed out and returned with a stick of candied hawthorn. “Eat,” he said, handing it to her. The candied hawthorn smelled sweet, its golden sugar coating sprinkled with sesame seeds. Eulalia took it, her face cold. “Why’d you buy this?”

Angry red flames quickly covered the shelf, climbing up the wall with angry red fingers. Perci’s head whipped around as the smell of burning leather reached his nose. When he ran in the direction of the rising smoke, Mare was right behind him cursing herself for her forgetfulness and clumsiness. “You left a torch here?!” Perci’s voice was hard and accusing as he squeezed between shelves until he made his way to the aisle where the books were burning. The source of the flames, the torch lay fallen on its side.

“I was thinking about taking a walk along the beach.” “Yeah? We could take a walk later tonight and I’ll show you my favorite spot here. There’s a bioluminescent cove on the east side, it’s beautiful all year round. We could also go to the village if you want. There’s a market and the locals know me.” Cathy bit back a smile. “Mr. Theodore Cyneric, are you saying you’ll miss me if I go out on my own for a walk? Or are you trying to show off your island to me?”

We were on the sideline, and the lights were dimmed. Percival leaned toward my ears and whispered, "I think I've grown addicted to your lips." "I don't mind as long as it's my lips," I joked, but it was half meant because I don't want him kissing around other girls while we're married. Percival and I shared a laugh because of that. I didn't even think that I would laugh while in this place. But Percy really does make things possible. "Katalina," I suddenly heard Cadmus' voice.

I’ll take it. We text all morning. He sends me a photo of his bandaged hand holding a coffee cup. Percy: Still works. Can My lips curls out a smile. He tells me about the time he tried to surf in Bali and got attacked by a seagull. I tell him about the coding project I’m thinking of starting once everything settles. Percy: I’m glad to see you pursue your dream. Me: thanks. He keeps texting, funny memes, questions about my favorite movies.

Percy replied in a whisper knowing Cole must have heard it by his werewolf ears. “It’s been a while. Hours to be exact” Cole looked at his wrist watch in surprise. “Do you want me to go there and stop them?” Percy replied in a sarcastic tone. Innocent Cole didn’t seem to understand the sarcasm in Percy’s voice so he replied in a low voice, “Nope, let them do it and keep on recording” “At this rate, the charging of camera will be over but they won’t stop” Percy looked down angrily as he was tired of sitting on the tree for hours.