Clemens Cove Novels & Stories

His life might even change from now on. Meanwhile, on the other side of Lake Ty, Clemence’s boat was gradually drifting in the direction of the Golden Temple. Clemence was sitting on the deck with his face pallid and his expression dark. His grim expression didn’t stem from losing to Tyr. As a monk, Clemence was indifferent to fame. Since his skills were no match for his opponent, the loss was inevitable.

"That’s just two weeks ago. She’s funneling money through here for something big." Elias’s eyes burned with fury. "And she’s using my family’s legacy to do it." As we combed through the files, a pattern began to emerge. There were payments to anonymous entities, cryptic references to offshore properties, and one particularly chilling note: Meeting confirmed. Midnight. The Cove. All parties present. I frowned. "The Cove? What is that?" "It’s an exclusive estate on the coast," Elias explained grimly. "Secluded, heavily guarded, and completely off the grid. My father used it for high-level meetings when privacy was essential."

The river witch’s after that: This is warfare, remember it. “Could be,” he said with a shrug. “You never know. Say . . . I better try finding Glee, Palm.” He checked his watch. “Then we have to get on the road. We’re heading back today. Did what I came to do, scattered my wife’s ashes and . . . ” Lord, get me out of here. “Where was that?” Clemency probed. “Duck Blind Point,” said Richard without a blink. “She always loved watching the birds up there.” He smiled wanly.

But Miss Hale, it seemed, was just as stubborn. As the Bentley rolled out of the complex, a red Ferrari passed by from the opposite direction. Kyle parked just outside the gate. Her phone was off. Texts unanswered. His patience was about to snap. Then—ping. The list of homeowners at Emerald Garden came through. What shocked him wasn’t just Candice’s name on the list—but the fact that the top-floor unit belonged to… Charlie Clemens. That Charlie Clemens? The one from the Clemens family? He’d already heard the whispers that Clemens was back in town.

Clem answered the door, rubbing his eyes. His curly hair was all ruffled and he was still in his pajamas. Jordan thought he looked sexy, but now wasn’t the time to crush on Clem. “It’s eight in the morning, did you just wake up?” “More like trying to get to sleep.” Jordan wondered how hard it must be on Clem. She disappeared under his nose once already, but it was different that time. She hadn’t been taken that long and there were active searches going on around his neighborhood. There were no searches this time. Hollow Cove woods remained quiet and dead, but still it laughed triumphantly at them. The woods that kept many secrets stood untouched because the police knew the people they were a

I bought it from a vendor at a midsummer fair in our hometown of Tidepool Cove, not far from Crescent. Tidepool Cove is part small sea village, part gated community, all werewolf. Only humans who are with a werewolf can get in. On the outside, it seems like a ritzy resort that’s all full up to any passersby. On holidays, wolves from other villages come to visit. The Cove is a popular gathering place for the different shifter packs, the loosely related groups that form inside the larger werewolf community.

Cathy asks nervously and then huffs out a breath, catching a young, pregnant woman by the arm before she stumbles. “No, it won’t.” I hope I’m right. Stella is, by all means, the leader of the coven. She leads their council, at least, as far as I know. We reach the top of another hill. Lightning and storm clouds have completely descended on Meridem. It’s hell. A living, breathing version of the underworld. Below the hill, a narrow cove expands, disappearing between two cliffs covered in emerald green foliage. Beyond that is the ocean, but I can’t see it in this weather. What I do know for sure is that Stella was correct. No boats can breach this cove, even in the best weather.

COLE "A beach?" Dominic asked, raising an eyebrow. "Cole, we live in the middle of a mountain range. The nearest ocean is a five-hour drive through enemy territory." "I’m not talking about the ocean, Alpha," I said, leaning against the map table. "I’m talking about Hidden Lake. The south shore has white sand, and the water is deep. It’s private, it’s safe, and Raven needs a break before she loses her mind." Dominic looked at Raven, who was staring at a stack of supply reports with a look of pure misery. He sighed and nodded. "Take the armored SUV. And take Jax."

Belle picked up a bunch of roses and handed it to Clemente, her eyes misty, “Can you give this to Keavy? Let him know that we all miss him very much.” “I will. Thank you, Princess Belle.” With the bunch of roses in his hand, Clemente turned and left the water fountain. 45 minutes later, he arrived at the Lycan’s cemetery, which was perched on the summit of the mountain, overlooking the sprawling valleys below. The air was thin, and the distant echoes of nature’s melodies seemed muted by the weight of grief that clung to the place. As Clemente climbed up the winding path, he could feel the crisp mountain breeze carrying the scent of pine and damp earth, intermingled with the aroma of roses in

my imperial father asked. “Lady Clementine is on her way to the north-eastern part of the border to fight the minotaurs… she said that there’s a horde of minotaurs marching towards this direction,” I said, then I saw his forehead furrowed. “Clementine’s what?!” I heard my elder brother’s voice from behind. “Did I hear it wrong? She’s fighting those minotaurs?” he asked. “Yes… she told me to evacuate everyone in the village while she’s fighting those creatures,” I said.