Night By The Sea Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

______________________________________________ Brought to you by V1 Productions YouTube The Night Known As You (Game Edition) Chapter 1, Part 1 https://youtu.be/7PtjX11Viho ______________________________________________ Version 7 POV The soft morning sunlight peeked through the clouds, shining and glistening down the brilliant green blankets of trees which hugged each other. The trees were aligned making way for a narrow muddy road that leads to Ayrshire. A light soft breeze picked up fabricating the blankets of trees to rustle and sway, the rhythmic beat of my horse's hooves clanking, echoes along with the squeaky noise of my Caravan which I had gotten used to since I had no idea of fixing

DAWN. I'm annoyed with the fact that Ryder had to act like a fucking dick head and even leave the house without a word. I stayed up late, waiting for him to come back. I know it’s stupid of me, but I just felt that he will probably come back covered in bruises, and he wouldn't try to treat them himself anyway, so I stayed up, even though that might not be entirely the whole reason. My irritation towards him grows more when it got past three, and he still wasn't here. I had to force myself to go to sleep and now, as I open my eyes, my palm spreads across the bed, my heart beating in anticipation of finding Ryder's body next to me, but I'm wrong when the space next to me is empty. It is cold,

“Do you believe it?” “I believe in people like Xavier,” he said. “And I believe in the damage they do when no one stops them.” A small smile touched my mouth. “You always were the cynic.” “You always were the dreamer.” “Then let’s rewrite the ending.” Three days later, under a blood-orange sky, we crossed into the scorched southern wilds. *********** RHEA POV The sea was restless tonight. I stood at the watchtower’s edge, cloak snapping like a war banner. Below, waves crashed against the rocks with the fury of old gods. The salt stung my lips. The cold bit deep. But I didn’t move.

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains graphic and disturbing scenes from the perspective of a predatory character. It includes themes of obsessive desire, psychological grooming, and sexual content that may not be suitable or comfortable for all readers. Proceed with caution. *** Lilliane quickly got out of the taxi and didn’t bother waiting for change. She had no time to waste—she was certain someone was already after her. Her heart pounded rapidly, but she kept her movements calm so as not to panic or lose track of her plan.

I said, feeling embarrassed and confused. “I know, I know. Tell me where you are, I’ll come get you. Where are you, Addi?” Her calm voice helped soothe me a little, and I looked around, trying to figure out where I was. “Uhm, I think I’m near the seafood house we ate at last,” I said, sitting down on the sand near a white umbrella. There weren’t too many people around yet, just a few walkers taking pictures. What the hell just happened last night? Am I drugged?

They were dead while she was still alive. Howling winds, jerked Karen off her half-concious state of mind. She looked around her wondering where had the ocean gone. She looked at herself and found out she was still naked. Was I not sitting beiside the ocean? Where are the clothes the moongoddes had given me? Where are my parent’s and kids? Questions, which she didn’t have answers for, flowed in her mind.

The dawn came reluctantly, gray light peeling back the night to reveal the island in fractured pieces. Mist hung low over the jungle, clinging to trees like ghostly shrouds. The tide whispered against the sand, warning them not to venture further. Jenna stood first, her body aching like her bones had been soaked in lead. Every muscle screamed from the night’s ordeal, but survival had no patience for rest. Steeve stirred beside her, his hair plastered to his forehead, his face drawn and hollow. The others still lay in broken heaps across the sand, clinging to what little warmth their exhausted bodies could muster.

Maybe he should have kept his mouth shut and pleaded for mercy instead. Almira could sense a bad vibe from the sea. Determined to find out what it was, she headed to the sea without informing Kimorra. It got stronger as she got closer to the sea. On arriving there, she saw the reason for her uneasiness. Her usual blank expression was gone when the fierce emerald eyes met her. "I thought it was just a rumor. Once again, you disappointed me," He spat the words like they were poisonous. Almira gulped, "It is not what you think".

"Something has changed in the balance. The gates aren’t waiting anymore. They’re reaching." That chilled me. Gates were meant to be challenges, trials contained. If they were reaching, what were they reaching for? Night Watch We made camp near the coast of Cindar Bay, where the land met the sea in sharp black cliffs. The waves crashed below, a rhythm I found comfort in. I took first watch that night. Ophelia joined me midway through, wordless. She stood beside me in the cold wind, cloak billowing, hair tangled but regal.

Fear is a better ally than loyalty. I finally rise. My voice cuts through the silence. — It’s over. Pack everything up. We’re leaving. They comply. The chains creak, the anchor rises, the engine stirs in the night. The boat sets off again, slowly at first, then faster, swallowing the waves. I position myself at the bow, the wind whipping my face. Before me, the horizon is dark, barely pierced by a few distant lights. Behind me, the sea keeps its secret.