Elceed Novels & Stories

—a piece of obsidian-edged steel that didn't vibrate, didn't hum, and didn't leave a trace. ​"The tide is pulling too far out," a voice said behind him. ​Kael turned. Elara was crouched by a tide pool, her hands submerged in the cold Pacific water. She was an Echo, but not like the forty-two of the old stories. Her "Wild" was subtle—a heightened sensitivity to pressure and salt. ​"The deep-water sensors?" Kael asked. ​"Silent," Elara replied, standing up and wiping her hands on her buckskin trousers. "But the whales have stopped singing. Something is displacing the acoustic floor. Something big, and something made of metal."

he said, "do you mind telling me where my cellphone is? I've been searching for it for the past three hours." "I'm sorry but you'll have to stay longer without it," Dennis replied, looking anything but apologetic. "Thing is, our tech experts advise that we keep it in a Faraday cage to prevent the distress beacon in it from setting off and alerting your buddies at Os Buscadores to our location; and as you yourself can attest, it's always best to listen to the tech experts." Ricardo nodded affirmative with a smile, apparently impressed. His hand went to his wristwatch and he began to tap the surface in an almost rhythmic pattern.

“Hello? This is Eleanor Anderson here. May I please speak with your Senior Officer in charge?" Eleanor called the Roads and Highways Surveillance Office. "Please, hold on a minute." A polite manly voice responded to Eleanor's phone call. A beep sound came into her ear as she was wearing a mini wireless Bluetooth headphones.

“Hey, aren’t you Mr. Gibson? Why are you in the mood to visit my place today?” “Bah! Don’t try to be on good terms with me. Donell Cedar, you’re such a jerk. Do you realize that you’ve put me in a terrible situation?” Donell smoked. “I’ve put you in a terrible situation? How did I do that?” Elio pointed at Donell and scolded, “God of Knives was initially doing his live streams on Shark Hunters. He was extremely popular and had constant website traffic. Our relationship with Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment was also quite good.

I couldn’t help but wonder how many of them knew they wouldn’t make it out of this alive. The command tent was at the center of the base, a large structure bustling with activity. As I stepped inside, the first thing I noticed was the large map spread across the central table, covered in red and yellow markings indicating infected zones and military positions. Monitors lined one side of the tent, displaying live feeds from cameras placed around the perimeter. And then I saw him. General Ethan Cole.

The kind of stillness that didn't come from training alone but from a long time spent in places where unnecessary movement had real consequences. "She's in trouble," he said. Not a question. "Who are you?" I said. "Someone who has been watching you since yesterday." He moved under the overhang and crouched, getting level, taking himself out of the posture of a threat. "My name is Elias. I live on this island. And I have something you need." "What?" He reached inside his jacket and placed it on the ground between us. It's an emergency radio. Military grade, compact, waterproof casing. The kind of equipment that had a battery life measured in weeks and a transmission range that rendered locati

Cale commanded gently. Elion turned. He faced the blue drapes. He felt Cale move behind him. "Lift your shirt," Cale whispered. The request was intimate. Too intimate for two men who had met less than twenty-four hours ago. But Elion lifted the hem of his white dress shirt. He felt Cale’s hands. They were cool. Dry. Cale took the wire from the technician. He slid the small microphone up Elion’s back, under the fabric. His knuckles grazed Elion’s spine.

I reminded her. “That was part of the performance.” She threw her hands up in the air. I laughed under my breath. “It was a very convincing performance.” “Thank you.” She raised her head slightly. “That wasn’t a compliment.” I mumbled under my breath. “I don’t care.” She stared at me. Angela smiled. I looked back at Silas. “The good thing is, we don’t need all of us to get inside.” Silas already knew where I was going with this. “My speed. If I can get inside the restricted collection, I can retrieve the crystal before anyone realizes I’m there.”

Chapelle corrected when Griffin uttered, "or magic?" Hearing this, Willow lifted her eyebrows as she found it interesting. "Oh...sounds like a plan," this caught her attention and she accepted the deal. "What could go wrong on the night of the eclipse when two powerful witches demonstrate their magic…" Griffin had this fascinating smirk on her face which made Willow a little silent for a moment. If tonight is the eclipse then she should warn Lord Nathan...but how can she go to warn him if she is fighting Griffin right now? "Shall we?" Griffin winked in her direction and made a confident face, Willow gave a certain nod as they walked out, followed by the rest of the witches.

--- 9:41 PM — Sector S, Listening Post Three Wind caressed the top plate of the sound capture grid, producing a hum-like resonance beneath water. Sensors weren't recording tonight—open. Elira leaned forward, half-closed eyes. "There's something there." Caelan shifted the side frequency. "Not signal. Just tone." She nodded. "That's enough." He left the receiver active a few more seconds. Then double-clicked a button. No data to store. Only tone retained. ---- 10:27 PM — Sector U, Field Periphery Threshold