Stranger By The Shore Shun Novels & Stories

“You are pretty, but—” “Get your fucking hands off her,” Shane’s voice pierced through the tensed atmosphere, and we both turned to face him. He had a straight face, but I could smell the anger radiating from him. The stranger took his hands off me, lifting them in the air. He took two steps away from me, and his smirk broke into a lopsided grin. “Hey, brother, how’s the party?” My eyes widened to the size of golf balls. It all made sense now, although they were the complete opposite.

Damien stared. This wasn't a trick. It wasn't a coincidence. It wasn't some strange natural phenomenon. She was doing it. Marrine was controlling the sea. The realization struck him with such force that he forgot to breathe. Then she stopped singing. The wave collapsed. Water thundered against the shore. The birds scattered. The fish disappeared. The wind returned. Everything became normal. Marrine stood alone in the surf. Damien remained frozen behind the rock. His mind raced. He remembered every strange story he'd heard growing up.

“Right. Yes. Fair. Just—don’t run off, okay?” Kiera didn’t run. She walked. Each step was deliberate, cautious, her senses stretching outward like antennae. Animals stirred in the branches, but too quietly. Birds weren’t singing. Even the wind held its breath. The trees thinned as she followed the faint sound of rushing water. And then she saw them. Thorn stood near the shoreline with two other clan members, all half‑shifted, all tense. Ronan knelt in the sand beside a dark, water‑logged figure crawling out of the surf.

I don’t care if he is a Beta and warn him that he was on Lonecrown’s territory, he laughs and tells me that it is actually neutral ground and he points out the boundary lines which circle the hot spring. Shaun moves around the hot spring and wipes my tears from my face. Giving me a pity smile as he looks at me. “What’s your name?” he asks as he sits on a large rock and removes his shoes “I’m um… I’m Irina”. It felt odd telling this stranger my name but he didn’t appear to be a threat. “Well Irina, it is nice to meet you. Now are you going to tell me why you are crying?” “It’s nothing”, I couldn’t tell this stranger the truth. I had to keep my guard up.

Headlights flashed in his face, bright and disorienting, like they belonged to another world—one that was calling him. Drawn like a moth to flame, Shane stumbled into the traffic. Horns blared. Tires screeched. But he didn’t flinch. Then, out of nowhere, someone grabbed him hard. A brutal force yanked him off the street and spun him back to the curb. Shane thrashed, shoving the stranger with all his strength. “Mind your damn business!” “You’re still young, kid. What’re you doing throwing your life away?” The man’s voice was low and eerily calm.

He turned his attention to Melissa and covered her with the piece of clothing; her shoulder to her knee area. “Are you scared?” Melissa swallowed painfully. “No. Why would I be?” “I think I can hear your heartbeat.” “Through the loud music? I don’t think so.” “Good. Just wanna make sure you are okay with this.” Melissa stared in uncertainty as the stranger squeezed a small piece of lime into a shot glass that had a bit of content in it. Then he picked up the shot glass. “You asked for this but I’m not going to harm you.” Since the coat was doing a very good job protecting her from any third party, the stranger went ahead to push up her crop top till her perky boobs were revealed. He brought

When he was informed that it was possible, he breathed in relief. Now he just to find a perfect, decent girl. While he thought about how he could find a woman like that, he turned his eyes to the car window. It’s already dark outside, and there aren’t that many people to be seen there, and the cars are few and far between. He looked around at the remote party near the bridge and seemed he saw something strange. He called the driver and ordered him to slow down. It’s strange why does he sees like there was a small voice urging him to go near that figurine. “ Mico stop for a while” he ordered.

“We’ll be okay. We’re way out here and if we turn far enough out it should be fine.” “Yeah,” I nod. Ugh, here my little sister is, reassuring me. “Where’s Gray and Bo?” “Around,” she shrugs. “Getting everybody ready.” “Should we head back?” “In a minute,” she shakes her head. “It’s nice out here. Quiet.” We sit in silence for a while, just watching as the white foam dissipates on the shore a few yards in front of our feet.

"Before you chose to forget." The boy immediately stepped in front of Adrian. "Don't listen to him." "He twists every memory." The stranger didn't argue. Instead... he slowly removed one broken key from around his neck. "I don't need to twist memories." "I only return what people abandoned." He gently placed the key upon the sand. Instantly... the entire shore began changing. The abandoned books opened together. Blank pages filled with words. Forgotten names echoed across the beach. Faces appeared inside the drifting mist. Thousands of people.

God, I needed this. I swam out past the breakers, floating on my back, letting the sun warm my face while the water rocked me. For a few minutes my mind went peacefully quiet…no Mark, no spreadsheets, nothing. A whistle cut through the air. I turned toward the shore and saw Shane jogging down the beach in his red lifeguard shorts, waving to me. My stomach flipped. Even from here I could see the way his muscles moved under all that ink. I swam back, riding a small wave until my feet touched sand. Shane met me at the edge of the water, his hands on his hips, water dripping down his chest.