The Starless Sea Novels & Stories

The second floor of the Larica building is an open area facing the sea, so I saw the glistening seawater after leaving the office. It was past three in the afternoon so the sun was hanging a bit low on the horizon. The sky was turning orange as well and I saw some kingfishers flying above the waves. The corner of my lips curled up and I forgot the weird man inside the office. Sometime later I went down the nearby stairs and exited the Larica building. I plan to take a walk on the dock first to relieve my stress today. Honestly, I just went through the Port to hide from Mama the books and merchandise I bought earlier. Mama doesn’t want me to buy things I don’t need so I hide those items in th

But his hands found mine, warm and steady. “Trust me,” he whispered. I closed my eyes. The sound of the waves grew louder as he guided me forward, his hands never leaving mine. My feet sank into the soft, cool sand, and I felt the sea breeze against my face. When he stopped, his grip on my hands tightened ever so slightly. “Alright,” he said, his voice trembling with something I couldn’t quite place. “Now, open them.” When I did, my knees almost gave way. The Sea of Stars stretched out before me in shimmering splendor. Every ripple in the water glowed with bioluminescence, tiny bursts of light dancing across the surface like the night sky had been set free to ripple and breathe. The beauty o

Just the quiet sense that the love and pain that swallowed my entire youth is finally over. I pick up the chamomile and walk deeper into the pub, into the warmth and laughter. I don’t look back. The wind blows in from the Atlantic, cutting through the alley. Somewhere in the distance, a long ship horn echoes. Like a drawn-out goodbye. This time, it’s me saying farewell— To the man I once loved. To the man I once hated. And to the sixteen-year-old Ryan who died with time. From now on, our paths will never cross again.

A shadow ran into the forest. "Is anyone there?" He calls out, there was no response. "Answer me goddammit." He cursed, getting annoyed at the expensive joke he thought one of the students were playing on him. He heard the bush rattle, he shone the flashlight to the direction, walking slowly, he gasps as the flashlight points at a man holding an axe, frightened, Peterson dropped the flashlight and started walking backward slowly as the man stepped out of the bush, wearing all black, he stood before Peterson, Peterson noticed he had a claw like scar in his left chin.

Alfi said. “We don’t mind. It’s bad to keep it by yourself, you know?” ßenlong is trying to persuade him to spill the beans. “Well, as you know that I am the Starless, I now understand why I have such a miserable life. The Starless is a being which is hated by his own world that his life becomes sorrowful, right?” Alfi explained. “You can say that. The Starless is a loathsome figure for the world and even the gods including me. We, as the guardian of the world, never care about you, yet there’s a party that supports you.” ßenlong explained.

The weight of Hayden’s revelation hung over me like a dark cloud, and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t shake the feeling that the furies were already watching, waiting for the moment to strike. Later that night, after the fire had burned down to embers and Hayden had fallen into a fitful sleep, I lay awake, staring up at the starless sky. The Underworld was eerily quiet, the kind of silence that made your skin crawl. The kind of silence that made you feel like you weren’t alone.

She was so drunk that night, it was her first time drinking and Azria had failed to warn her. She could see it clearly, as if she was watching it. This time instead of focusing on the terrible thing Mr. Anderson had done to her, she noticed that his eyes were cobalt, deep like the sea. They were the same color as Azria's. The exact same,the same storm brewing, the same lighting. Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying.

Claudia watched everything impatiently with her arms crossed. The moment the water was poured into my mouth, I stopped resisting, for the medicine had already slid into my stomach. I could feel the coldness of the water as it traveled down my throat, but at the same time, I felt a sharp, burning pain on my neck. As I lay on the bed, the world before my eyes grew dark and hazy, like a veil had been draped over it. My consciousness started to fade. I had no idea how much time had passed before a wave of searing pain swept through my entire body. I felt something restraining me, and there was something stuffed in my mouth.

The hush of the storm beyond the wards felt distant, like another world. Celeste stood on the balcony of Silas’s office, wrapped in a thick wool blanket, the only light behind her coming from the crackling fireplace. Her silver hair was pulled loosely to one side, catching the moonlight in a soft, ethereal glow. Snowflakes landed against her bare skin, clinging to her lashes and the edges of her braid, melting slowly like they’d been enchanted not to sting. She closed her eyes. Breathed in the cold, the quiet.

Seeing me there, sitting in silence, not even bothering to look back, her face went ashen, her lips quivering. Jack, for his part, was past caring about her cold shoulder. His mind was racing to get her out of there. He wanted to take her back home where he could smoothly talk to her, use my aloofness to snuff out the flicker of love that was lighting up in her heart again.