The Man By The Sea Novels & Stories

I barked. Jay leaned back in his chair, completely ignoring me, the bastard didn't even take off his head set. I stomped over to him and jerked it off and grabbed him by the shirt. "That's enough." "Not yet." He said in a calm voice, not even pissed that I'd grabbed him. I waited, my hands still digging into his shirt. Another wave crashed over her. She could die. Hypothermia happened all the time in Seaside. "Jay!" I roared.

He is like Amadioha, on a rainy night. There are tales of his might upon every kindred and every village in the land. But i have met the man, and he is just like us, simpleminded and mild. Aye, i know the man. Aye, it is true, he has an uncanny affection for the sea. He would sit there, come dusk everyday, watching the sun paint the western skies the pink, gold and oranges it descends with. Aye, he was just like us. But you would not know, because you would not venture out to the shoreline of Okenmini come dark.

Mara stared at him. ‘Not good?’ The man didn't turn his eyes off. He stood quietly between the split wood, as if this answer was nothing unusual. “There’s an old boat,” he said after a while. “But the sea leaves out here not just go if you don’t know.” His words were simple. But Mara had something to do with it. The sea out here doesn't just let you go. It didn't sound like a metaphor. It's like experience.

His presence feels like stone immovable, unyielding. “You shouldn’t exist,” the man says, staring at Jackson with naked disbelief. “I watched your line burn.” Jackson doesn’t flinch. “Then you know why I’m here.” The man’s gaze flicks to me, sharp and probing. I feel him test me, not with dominance, but with something far more unsettling. Truth. “You brought an anchor into the marsh,” he says slowly. “Bold. Or foolish.” “Necessary,” I reply before Jackson can speak. The man’s brow lifts slightly. “She has a voice.”

I looked up at the almost drowned human and grinned slightly at the handsome guy. "Wow he's super dreamy and doesn't understand a word I'm saying," I sighed as the stranger continued speaking and I just watched his dark blue eyes glisten and his large hands move around accentuating his words. "His name is Alex and he and the others are fishermen and were caught in a bad storm at sea. He's telling us that a merman saved him," Sebastian says to me relaying what he was saying. I just stared and nodded, watching his movements until Sebastian said Salenis was standing by the foliage frowning at me. I bit my lip and scanned the tree line seeing the poor man pouting at me. I told Sebastian he was o

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

"You belong in the sea." Suddenly, the man grabbed me roughly by my arm, yanking me onto the boat. “Wh……aa….tt.. is happening.” I gasped, confused and terrified. I thought this was it - i was finally safe. But as i landed on the deck, the man pushed me back, sending me tumbling back into the water. "You know where you belong," he spat, his voice laced with venom. "In the sea." The shock of being pushed back into the water was too much, and i sputtered and gasped for air as the man began to sail away, a smug grin on his face. I watched him recede into the distance, disbelief and despair washing over me.

I need to get back to my mate. Turning his head towards me, the man watches me for a long moment with those sharp, unreadable eyes. “Fine. But I can't take you. You’re welcome to take my old buoy. Float wherever the current takes you.” What? How the hell can he say that as if it’s the most reasonable offer in the world? I stare at him, my chest growing tight with desperation and rage. As the boat rocks gently beneath us, I slowly realize that I have no idea who this man really is or what the hell he’s doing alone out at sea, but honestly, right now none of that matters.

"Of course, we will accompany you." ... The vast blue sea embraced the entire sky. The wind blew, bringing a hint of the salty smell of the seawater. In the middle of the ocean, on a small island covered in wild grass, a newly built path wound from the port towards the distance like a silver ribbon. A man dressed in a white knit shirt sat on the swing in front of his house, looking at the nearby sea with deep and soft but confused light in his eyes, adding a sense of fragmentation to his already melancholy face.

Salt. Bad odor. And darkness that claims common sense. In the middle of a Mediterranean coast that is not recorded on any nautical chart, a rusty steel shipping container is tossed about by the tidal waves. Inside, in a knee-deep pool of seawater seeping through welded cracks, a man nearly rots but refuses to die. Julian Blackwood.