Treason's Harbour Novels & Stories

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

"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

He was not so stupid for believing Sarah that easily but when Celine’s phone was unreachable and Keturah’s school said that she hasn’t appeared in school for that day, he had no choice but to believe Sarah. The blue sea stretched as far as the eye could see, while the sounds from the waves made the harbor seem exceptionally cold and lonely. After entering the harbor, the car revealed its prowess on the flat ground. If one gazed from afar, one would see a white sports car dashing across the harbor’s coast like a missile. The whole warehouse looked worn down, the rusted metal doors were slightly open, and by its side were discarded rocky materials and lime powder, looking like a terrible mess.

The auction kicked off. I tuned out the early lots; my interest piqued only when the auctioneer's voice rose with anticipation. "And now, the crown jewel of tonight's event: the Mermaid's Tear pink diamond!" As the lights dimmed and a single spotlight shone on the stage, a pink diamond the size of a pigeon's egg emerged, casting enchanting lights around the room. I inhaled sharply, my hand poised over the switch. Three, two, one……

Now, she would hardly even look at me. I wondered if she had someone at home she was trying to stay faithful to. I wondered if she felt bad for infringing on my relationship with Aurora. I wished that I could just talk to her. Maybe we could figure this out together. Truthfully, it was wise that she wouldn't talk to me. I didn't know if I could resist another kiss. I was left constantly wanting more from her. If she wanted me the way I wanted her, there would be no stopping us. This was a betrayal to my own country. A treasonous affair, one that endangered the deal I had struck to save my own economy. I was throwing away everything I worked so far just because I wanted a woman. Maybe I truly

“Then be careful.” Damian didn’t answer. He was already walking toward the door. The harbor was quiet at midnight. Cold wind moved across the water, carrying the faint smell of salt and rusted metal from the old shipping docks. Most of the port had shut down years ago, leaving only empty piers and abandoned warehouses stretching along the shoreline. Damian parked his car several blocks away and walked the remaining distance. Pier 17 appeared ahead through the fog. A narrow stretch of wood and steel extending into dark water.

I guess my Uncle had spent so much time in Malaysia that he's forgotten that our clan and tribesmen ain't defenseless as we looked, oh and did I mention is kinda fat? After a couple unfruitful days, I was bored, and we had just arrived at the Algerian airport. “Alright, listen carefully Mack, we will be heading to the harbor now.” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “What's a harbor, Sir.” I asked curiously. I've never heard of a harbor before. “A harbor is a place where ships and boats are kept, you can also call it a ship port, you know, like an Airport is for Airplanes, but Ship port is for ships.” he replied as he hailed a cab.