Gloomy Beach Novels & Stories

Just my mate, ready to enjoy a beach party. "You look beautiful," he said, catching me checking him out. "So do you. Very... beachy." "Beachy isn't a word." "It is now." The beach itself took my breath away. Torches lined the shore, casting warm light across the sand. Tables laden with seafood and tropical fruits dotted the beach, while a makeshift bar served drinks in coconut shells and sea glass cups. And everywhere, people were laughing, talking, completely at ease. "Alpha Thorne, Luna Briarthorn!" Alpha Clearwater approached, carrying what looked like a sea glass mug filled with something pink and tropical.

Wolf murmured as he managed to catch up with Zoe, who had been walking along the beach. Wolf's annoyance diminished as he felt the cool sea breeze. However, the sea was so dark that there was nothing to see. There were no hotel guests visible to his eyes. In the distance, only the flickering lights of ships were visible. The starry moon didn't appear either, because thickening clouds came after the sunset. "I want to talk," Zoe said, sitting on the edge of the beach. Right at the line where the waves ended. The tips of her toes still touched the water, but not her body.

Susan said, taking a deep breath of the ocean air. "Is this place as stuffy as Grand Cayman with the no nudity laws?" Krista asked. "I'm afraid that it is," the bellhop replied, "but if you really want to be topless or whatever on the beach, you can go to Spot Bay on the northeast corner of the island, after the end of road. There's a really nice beach there, Long Beach, and everyone knows that it's a nude beach at the far end where the bluffs begin, but nobody bothers about it because nobody causes any trouble. Now, there are gangs of local young men that hang out there hoping to meet a tourist who might be looking for a bit of excitement, so if you go there, don't be surprised if you're ap

Entering the water, I raise my hands and pull the boat under the waves and direct it to the abyss. Breaching the surface, I shriek loudly, and we move towards Moonlight Cove. “Show them no mercy. Keep the children alive. Everyone else, kill them all.” I say through the link. We emerge on the beach and we all shift. Clothes have been left near the water for us. We all dress and move up the beach. The storm rages on and we start to jog before we sprint. First place on the hit list. Montgomery Fishing Corp. We move silently, like the predators we are. The building comes into view as I signal for us all to stop and crouch low. The smell of fish in the air and I growl.

I didn't care but Swati was a gossip queen who kept me updated about everything. We had hired bikes to travel around Goa. Soon I was sitting behind Ishaan holding him tight around his waist, my chin resting while drove towards the beach. It was heaven. This was another moment when I wished time would stop. We reached a place called "Curlies" its famous for its food and beach parties. It was almost 6 pm and the sky was a hue of orange and blue. We had reached just before sunset. I stared at the orange orb sinking into the horizon while the waves crashed into the beach.

As I look at the beautiful face, I come to the conclusion that the woman is not old, but only just has white hair. Suddenly, a whirlwind starts, and everything seems to be turning upside down. The sea seems to be draining on the sky, just as the land seems to be going up into the sky as well. The people from the market start walking towards the beach slowly and menacingly. The people on the beach all start running, crying and trying to save their loved ones. Some of the beach stalls burst into flames, and the beach is reduced to a war zone in minimal time. I stand, looking in shock at the carnage.

Joyce shot Joel a look, so his mouth fell silent. "Come on Maxine. Let's beat this gay man's gimmick!" Joyce yelled at her friend. Looks like it's back to normal. Grumpy again. I agreed to go too. Maybe my mind will clear when I taste the fresh air. **** I just walked along the shore of the sea, while falling into deep thought. I breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the beach resort we went to. The sand is so white and so fine, the sound of the waves hitting the sand is like music to my ears. There are also a few tourists bathing in the sea. How fun they are!

Yet unlike the usual calming waves of ocean water, this particular ones, bring an ominous sign and creatures, as the sea water recedes, countless of horrible looking creatures with their bright blazing red eyes comes and appeared along the beach, each and every single one of this creatures bring the air of death, maniac and destructions with them. “RRROOOOOOAAAARRRRRGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!…”. The roar of madness, anger, furry and hunger resounded through out the entire beaches marking the arrival of mindless monsters hordes. This ugly creatures bared their fangs of hunger on every single sane soul on the city of Eloesa, announcing with proud and clear intentions that they were here to feast on thei

Vladimir drove me to the beach, the car’s engine humming softly as it traced the winding road through the remote coastline. The beach here was so isolated and untouched that few people ever passed by, making it feel like a secret world just for us. We stepped onto the soft sand, cool beneath our feet as the sun began its slow descent toward the western horizon. The orange sunlight spilled across the sea’s surface, mingling with the gentle waves, creating a shimmering dance like a thin veil of gold gauze fluttering in the breeze.

But I needed to think, and I thought that stripping down might help me get at what was going on in my head. The beach wasn’t too crowded, and I found a big empty spot, between a pair of bears and a twink, laid out my towel, and pulled off my clothes. I folded them to make a pillow and then lay down on my stomach, the warmth of the sand rising up through the thin layer of terrycloth. The sky was a clear, cloudless blue, the temperature hovering in the low seventies, pretty common for late March. Easter was still a few weeks away, so I figured most of those on the beach were either snowbirds, tourists, or night workers like bartenders and security guards. A few seagulls circled at the water’s