Candle Cove Percy Novels & Stories

A moment later, light flickered off the waterfall behind me. I pulled back, confused, only to see him pointing a light through the falls—and before I could even ask what he was doing, a sudden boom exploded in the air above us. I jumped, clinging to him tighter as colorful fireworks lit up the night sky beyond the curtain of water. Percival just chuckled and tossed the light aside, his smile smug and playful. “Surprise,” he whispered before pulling me into another kiss—this one deep and dizzying. His hand slid to the back of my neck, holding me to him like he couldn’t get enough.

“There is no denying that, Professor. Why do you think I’m here?” “Our time is limited, gentlemen,” Mercer said, his tone impatient. “Let’s keep moving.” They found the cave via a blow hole at the south face of Cooper’s Cove, a dark, circular inlet, several feet overhead that they accessed by using a sequence of ascending rocks that made an effective, albeit arduous, stairway. Ramsdale swore a lot as he climbed, his face becoming bright scarlet by the time they got to the fissure.

" he insisted, clearly unwilling to let go. By then, Stellar had walked over to the old wishing tree. "Do you remember the wish we made here? If you don’t, I can dig up the bottle right now." Without waiting, Percy crouched down and began digging with his bare hands, unbothered by the dirt caking his fingers. It was his way of proving his sincerity. Stellar watched without stopping him. After a long while, he finally unearthed the bottle, still wrapped in the hand-drawn paper. His face lit up as he held it like something sacred.

I got up and opened the door. It wasn't Caden. Percy stood in the doorway. His jacket was gone. His hair was slightly undone, like he'd been running his hands through it. His eyes were dark and exhausted. He looked at me with a sad expression. Neither of us spoke. What was Percy doing here?

Ryker's POV After endless days adrift on the churning sea, the sight of land was a lifeline pulling me from the brink. The salt-crusted deck of my small boat creaked beneath my boots as I gripped the railing, my stomach roiling—not just from the relentless waves, but from the solitude and the haunting thoughts of what had become of the Capris coven. My heart leapt, a wild, desperate thud against my ribs, as the jagged coastline came into view, kissed by the midday sun. I couldn’t wait to see Alpha Eleanor, to kneel before her and share what I’d found—the resting place of the coven she’d longed to uncover. But the good news was tangled with a bitter thread: they were gone, swallowed by the se

Candlelight in the library would be the best way, that memory would shine on in the flicker of the flame, and I was sure he would have loved it. "Candlelight, at dusk." I said again, Alpha Rhodes nodding and jotting it in his notebook. We walked on for a little while longer, watching the sea and being quietly present in each other's company. We walked along the coastline for quite a while and before I had realised where I was leading us, I found myself at my pier. I walked up on it, breathing a sigh I had been holding in for days. Alpha Rhodes carefully followed me, the first person besides myself to step on the rickety pier in decades. I sat against a post, and he followed suit.

A pair of kayakers paddled close to the rocky shore along the C-shaped cove, then vanished. “Where’d they go?” Evelyn asked, searching for them. “This is Emerald Cove,” their captain told them as he lowered the sail. “Great swimming and if you get up close enough, you can fishhook into the cave. We’ll take lunch here and swim for a bit, then put into port early evening.” He descended below deck and returned momentarily with some cooking gear. “It’ll be a bit before lunch is ready. If you two want to use the cabin to change clothes, feel free.”

“If you want to actually get the building I can reach out to make a deal.” “That will be fine-” “Or you could just tell him now.” he said with his gaze fixed on something or someone over my shoulders. Sandalwood. Worn just like I remember. “Mr. Alexandro.” Cole who didn’t seeem to get the message, beamed and rose from his seat to get to Perc. I remained seated in my chair making no attempt to acknowledge his presence. I strained my ears to hear what they both said but apart from Cole’s excited voice there was no response on Percy’s part.

Caden threw a duffle bag into the backseat of his new dark gray Corvette Stingray, the paint glistening in the early morning sun. He wanted to get an early start while the sun was out. A far cry from his hometown, Christmas Cove, where it snowed in abundance every year. "Drive carefully, man." Brock Conner, his best friend, gave him a manly slap on the arm. "Stop when you get tired. Don't try to drive straight through."