Treason's Harbour Novels & Stories

The truth was that I welcomed the distraction. Because the alternative was thinking too carefully about the message Mara had delivered. Or worse. Thinking about what might happen tonight. The harbor facility sat on one of the oldest sections of the waterfront. Half the surrounding structures had been abandoned years ago. The area offered limited surveillance, multiple approaches, and enough concealed access routes to make security planning a nightmare. In other words, it was exactly the kind of place Cassandra Reed would choose. I stood near the windows while reviewing the updated schematics Mara had forwarded to my tablet. Every potential entry point had already been marked. Escape routes w

trust—the ones I had secretly ordered Miller to dig up. The trust was registered to a shell company in the Caymans. Standard. But the logistics for the textile shipments... they all originated from a small port town called Oakhaven. I looked at the map. Oakhaven. A tiny, insignificant speck on the coast. "Where are you, Amara?" I whispered. I didn't tell Miller. I didn't tell my mother. I grabbed my keys and my coat. I was the Ice King, and I was going on a hunt. Not for a merger, not for a profit, but for the piece of my soul I had thrown away five years ago.

“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.

“This transmission bounced from the old customs tower near the north harbour." The north harbour. This area is a dead industrial zone that was abandoned years ago after the city rerouted major shipping lanes. This location is ideal for both a last stand and a hidden command centre. The medic at Ruin’s side looked up at me. “He should be moved to surgery now.” I looked at Ruin, pale but breathing, and the choice cut into me immediately. Stay with him, or finish the war. Ruin read it on my face. His fingers tightened weakly around my wrist. “End it.”

The millions of dollars of rogue technology sank into the deep, muddy trench of the harbor floor, completely destroyed by the pressure of the saltwater before the Council could ever log its coordinates. The harbor went dead quiet, save for the steady hum of the crane’s cooling fans and the gentle lapping of the dark water against the pier. The local triad handlers stared at the empty space over the harbor, their weapons lowering as they realized the entire asset had just been deleted from the earth. Silas didn't give them a second glance. He kept his large hand secure on my waist, pulling me tightly against the warm furnace of his chest as his golden eyes stared down the remaining guards unt

After about a fifty minutes drive, we arrived at the harbour. The taxi driver didn’t want to go further into the vicinity. He dropped me off at the nearest place he could stop. I climbed out of the car, paid him, and watched as he drove off back into the city. I turned around and studied the harbour. I get why he didn’t want to go further because this was an abandoned harbour and no doubt someplace where the mafia people gather to collect their shipments. Now, if I wanted to commit a crime, this would be the place I would go.

"Alpha, we can't go to the mountains. They’ve blocked the passes. There’s only one place left to go." "Where?" I asked. "The Grey Harbor," Jax said. "It’s a city of pirates and outcasts. Even the Council is afraid to go there. But to get a boat, we need something to trade." Zade looked at the locket in his hand. "We have the only trade that matters. Information." We moved quickly, slipping out of the cave and heading toward the coast. We stayed in the shadows, moving like ghosts. But as we reached the edge of the harbor, a familiar scent hit me.

He drove away from the scene swiftly, tires crunching over gravel as we exited the dock area. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. As we drove, my gaze drifted forward and landed on the large signboard illuminated ahead of us. HARBOUR POINT SEAPORT. My stomach clenched. I didn’t think I would ever forget what happened in this place. It would forever be imprinted in my mind. DOCK 7. ATLANTIC WING. HARBOUR POINT SEAPORT.

Pain rode its nerves, sharp and instructive, but it did not slow. The harbour opened around it—deeper channels, heavier structures, old foundations sunk into bedrock and forgotten. It felt weight ahead. Stone layered over stone. Bone-white shapes rising from the shallows. Caverns not meant to be hollow. The place called it. It rose beneath Bennelong Point as dusk bled into the water, tentacles finding purchase along pylons and submerged steps. The structure above loomed like a crown of ribs, its foundations riddled with service tunnels, voids, and darkened chambers that tasted of age and neglect.

Eyes looking impossibly darker beneath that cap, he shifted until our thighs were pressed together and my body moved back immediately when he leaned to whisper, his cold lips slowly tracing the shell of my ear before he spoke. "I'd paint the motherfucking world for you if you'll let me paint you. And not from my imagination." Whether or not he knew how my pulse had increased tremendously from the tone of his bedroom voice, I would never know because before I could nod shakily like a dazed doll, he placed his hands on my shoulders and my eyes followed his gaze. "Welcome to Inner harbour." My breath caught at the sight. I'd never thought I'd be looking at one of the most beautiful harbours in