Candle Cove Percy Novels & Stories

The pier was exactly as Cedric remembered it, rusting metal, creaking boards, the heavy stink of dead fish and diesel fuel hanging in the cold night air. Waves slapped against the pilings below like they were trying to drag the whole rotten structure into the black water. He walked out alone, hands visible, no gun, no wire this time. Just the real flash drive in his pocket and the platinum necklace still around his neck, a reminder of everything he had survived to get here.

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.

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.

" Tell your sources that we have everything under control and their is no need to fear that we can't carry out this kill. " Percy stood, straightening his suit he turned towards the door. " Where are you going to? " " To take care of some business, " Percy answered, his tone hard and cold. Once Percy and his men got out of the restaurant he called on his guys out there telling them the where about of the cop and then he returned to his office to await their good news. When the news came an hour later it wasn't what he was expecting. The cop and Lightning has once again eluded them.

He did not make any noise and just covered his face with his pillow. The next day, Gavino hugged his father tight for he knew where he is heading. He did not talk and just smiled at him then ran outside the house. “What is up with him?” Percival asked Cecilia. “I do not know. Please return safe, promise me, honey.” Cecilia was trying to keep herself from crying as if it would be the last time that she will be able to see her husband breathing. Percival kissed her on the forehead and smiled as he walks out the door.

“Is that what you are then, a spy? You must not be a very good one if I was able to catch you so easily.” Nothing about her expression changed. “I’m not a spy. I’m not here on Rachel’s behalf either, I am here for you, Mr. Percival Henderson.” “Percy is fine.” I answered throwing what remained of my cigarette on the floor and crushing it with my shoe before fishing for another one from my pack. “And I hope by being here for me, you mean sex? I could really use a round or two right now and you look… hot.” I spoke before lighting the cigarette and taking a long drag.

he said. Diane was puzzled by the word, but Liam seemed to understand better. " Be specific" Liam responded instantly “Percy Peach is in for a bumpy ride; the old tiger just breathed his last,” he said excitedly. Liam dropped the call as shock registered on his face, to Diane's bewilderment, the shock slowly melted into a cocky smile of triumph. " The same Perchy Peach?" Diane asked, utterly amazed, as he nodded in affirmation.