Dandelion Sea Novels & Stories

Everyone seemed to disagree. "Are you planning on divorcing him?" One of the women in the restaurant asked. "No." I quickly replied. We weren't even together. "I have a song that will remind you both of your love." Jenna volunteered. "Do you know how to play this song?" She paused to recall the lyrics. "Dandelions, dandelions were all around us. Oh, they shone, oh, they bloomed, bright just like us. Now, I see their petals drying, spring is here. I can see them withering..."

Then suddenly, he scooped me up and held me so tightly it felt like I might melt into him. "Yes. Yes, we are," he said in my ear, the laughter he couldn't hide bubbling through his voice. Outside, the city lights stretched out like a glittering galaxy. I used to think my life would just be surviving in this concrete jungle, struggling like a weed and quietly fading away. I never expected that with ten thousand dollars, I could buy a piece of the sea from a dark basement. From then on, my world had tides.

The waves rolled in a rhythm older than time, carrying with them the murmur of forgotten gods. Aeltharuun pulsed with quiet life beneath the starlit waters above, each ripple of the ocean sky overhead reminding Elira that she was no longer in any realm she had known. She stood on the island’s high ridge, barefoot, wind cutting through her cloak as sea-mist clung to her skin. The Seabound had led her to a place they called The Heart of the Drowned. It was not a place of worship—it was a place of reckoning.

The air changed too—where before it had been weightless and cold, now it carried the faint scent of ozone and something else, something almost like the ocean but not quite, like the memory of salt rather than salt itself. Eliana stopped at the edge of the sea. Before them stretched a shore. Not a real beach—not of any world she knew—but a shoreline nonetheless, a geography that made sense in the way dreams made sense, obeying an emotional logic rather than a physical one. The black sand sloped upward to a ridge where the darkness seemed to gather like a storm cloud made solid, heavy with unspent rain. And against that ridge, nestled in the crook of two leaning boulders that looked like shoul

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

She flips her hand at a corner of the room that hasn’t drawn my eye yet. I glance over there, no idea what I’ll find, but I’m certainly not expecting Floyd fucking Winters. Abruptly, I’m sure they’ve been presented the news in the worst possible light. The Lonely Sea connects to the Sapphire River, a direct shot into Snowcrest territory. The worse we look, the more likely Alpha King Andri gains a new ally of his own. “Everything.” I direct my words to Estrella. “If you’ll just listen, I promise it all makes sense.”

He was convinced he would die that night. His feet got tangled in his net. The strong waves made it impossible for Carl to free himself, and he drifted, battered by the waves, losing control. In his resignation, Carl saw something glowing swimming toward him. It weaved gracefully under the water, with a blueish glow, looking beautiful. When it got closer, the creature's hand reached for Carl, but it wasn't like a human hand. Between its fingers were delicate webs, and its nails were long, like claws that seemed capable of tearing through anything. It cut the net, rope entangled around his leg.

"Fair warning, it's stronger than it tastes." I took a cautious sip. Sweet and complex, with flavors I couldn't identify. "Wow. That's... unique." "Kelp extract, sea salt, and about four different kinds of alcohol," she said with a grin. "Coastal pack specialty." "I can see why it's popular." "Just pace yourself. The ceremony tomorrow morning starts early, and you'll want to be coherent for the Dawn Tide Blessing." "What exactly happens during that?" Carson asked. "We wade into the surf at sunrise and offer gratitude to the Moon Goddess for her connection to the ocean's tides. Very spiritual, very beautiful. But also very wet."

The sea water would gradually turn black when one got closer to the abandoned continent of Trerth.it served as a warning sign to the fishermen, warning them that they had reached far enough and needed to go no further unless they did not value their lives. After stumbling through some sisal plants, Nelanian found himself at the shores of the island. He could not believe what he was seeing, he had to touch the sound to be sure his mind was not playing tricks on him. Sure enough, there was no mistaking it, the sand was black.There are

All I could do was let one last terrified scream as my body plunged deep into the vast waters. Pain… That was all I could feel from the electricity burning through my body, to the water drowning me and filling up my lungs. My life force was dissipating bit by bit as the waves drifted me aimlessly. All I could do was extend my hands upwards trying to hold on to life as the water pulled downwards. “Save me.” I lifelessly whispered and pleaded to God.