Library Egg Harbor Novels & Stories

“They’ve been altered.” Olivia looked over his shoulder. “By erosion?” Marcus shook his head. “No.” “Deliberately.” He overlaid the maps. A hidden shape emerged beneath the false coastlines. Samuel stepped closer. “That’s not an island.” Marcus looked up. “It’s a harbor.” Gabriel’s face darkened. “The First Harbor.” Henry whispered, “I thought it had sunk.” ⸻ That evening, thick fog rolled across the sea. Visibility dropped to only a few meters.

And I always wondered if that was one of the reasons why my grandparents had decided to call this place home all those years ago when they had moved here. The harbor served as a bustling hub of activity, with fishing boats and sailboats dotting the serene waters. The salty scent of the sea filled the air, and seagulls could be heard overhead as they swooped and glided along the shoreline. The harbor not only provided a livelihood for local fishermen and restaurants but also invited tourists and visitors to explore its shores and partake in various water activities, such as boating, kayaking, and fishing.

​The twelve-minute doom clock didn't just flash on the terminal; it felt like a heavy mass of lead crushing the air out of the captain's deck. Outside, the shimmering emerald dome of Aegis Hub 02 hummed, but it was three sectors behind them. Here, on the absolute border of the Capital's inner sanctum, the ground was a nightmare of shattered ice and iron.

Elara said, stepping onto the bridge. "The Bergen Archive is located five hundred feet beneath the Hanseatic Wharf," Rhys said, his eyes glued to the sonar. "But we have a problem. The harbor is mined with Sonic Charges. If we try to sail in, the vibration will collapse the sub-strata tunnels, burying the Archive—and us—forever." "And the Fenris Kin?" "They’re waiting on the cliffs," Sif said, pointing to the towering rock walls of the fjord. High above, thousands of white-furred wolves were silhouetted against the gray sky. They didn't howl. They stood in perfect, silent rows, their white-light eyes fixed on the Aegir’s Wake.

he town of Oakhaven didn’t appear on the high-speed transit maps that Ethan Hawke used to navigate his empire. It was a place of weathered shingles, brine-crusted piers, and a pace of life governed by the Atlantic tides rather than the New York Stock Exchange. Here, the air was thick with the scent of wild salt spray and blooming jasmine—a far cry from the ozone and expensive perfume of Hawke Tower.

The air changed as they neared the industrial edge of Lunastre. The crisp mountain scent vanished. It was replaced by the suffocating stench of diesel, rotting fish, and salt. Sora stood on the rusted roof of a warehouse overlooking the Corvin docks. Below them, the harbor was a fortress of shipping containers and armed patrols. Large floodlights swept across the dark water, their beams cutting through the thick coastal fog. "There. Pier 9," Elior whispered, pointing toward a reinforced hangar at the end of the dock. "That is where Aidan moved the primary lab. It is the only building with a dedicated power grid and independent oxygen scrubbers."

strands of short-cut hair falling into her eyes. “I want you to understand me well, so I’ll try to explain everything as clearly as I can. Caregivers are not the first-best people, chosen by the Organization. It’s more complicated than that. For every person with rare DNA, there is only one person, which makes it not at all easy to find her, bring her to the Quarters and connect and pair her with the right partner.” Her hands form into fists. “But Eagles have their ways. The Organization’s members are high-profile, important figures with unimaginably large sums in their accounts. You wouldn’t believe how far their power reaches.” She helplessly leans her head against the wall and sta

The harbor of Port Trinity smelled of stagnant salt and rising panic. Without the "Circle" to manage the automated locks, the town’s primary grain silo was a sealed tomb of steel, and the desalination plant had ground to a shivering halt. People stood on the docks, staring at their dead devices as if waiting for a miracle that had been retracted.

If I judge from the layout of the harbor, it can be split into three areas: The cargo section, the ship docks, and the main hideout, which is the building in the middle. Both the cargo section and the ship docks are heavily guarded, but the main hideout seems to be guarded by a ghost... not a single soul is in it except... Hitoshi and his son. And there seem to be two tunnels underneath the ground which can be used as an escape route... so I should tell that to Sir Rigor. The harbor is surrounded by a ten-meter high wall, and no one seems to be guarding it, so it should be a walk in the park. But here comes our most formidable obstacle.

Evan’s little face flushed red, tears gathering in his eyes. His small hands clenched the hem of his shirt. His lips trembled as if he wanted to run to me but didn’t dare. My fingers tightened around the strap of my bag, and my heart twisted. Before, whenever Evan was hungry, I always kept warm oatmeal in a thermos for him. But in the next second, I remembered him calling the police over an egg. I remembered the way he had cursed me.