Treason's Harbour Novels & Stories

I fought back with everything I had, but the attack still left a deep gash right underneath where my ribs were. Suddenly, Marcus pounced on me. He grabbed the pouch on my waist and tore it away. That was where the antidote was! Marcus opened the pouch right in front of me. But in that same moment, he widened his eyes as if he had seen something extremely terrifying…

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

After all, they were in her and Hall's apportioned part of the canton, and as their Candlemaiden, she was responsible for their spiritual wellbeing. The hike to the old shrine was steep and tricky, but Iris knew the way well enough, and was barely out of breath when she reached the crown of the highest hill. The shrine wasn't for any spirit Iris had ever met, and though the glassy contours of its twisted black rocks reminded her of ocean waves, the way the jagged rocks jutted into the sky made her think of mountains and cliffs instead of wells and streams. Mother Hall had only taken her three times before, but Iris had visited several times on her own: some intangible, atmospheric quality of

Layla assumed that he probably found the route that passed through Terya and Rostead. Many ships were sunk along that route for over a thousand years, and all those collectibles were in the sea. Haron probably found the route and dug up those sunken goods, growing his wealth by selling those sunken treasures. Haron could not afford to reveal the location of that route to others, therefore he went to look for Mister Kearson and they made a deal. In the end, it was the reason why Korlyn City Museum had more than ten thousand collectibles. Everyone knew that Kearson was a big spender. He would not treat Haron poorly, which was why Haron got rich fast. However, no one knew their secret.

*** MASON Damon and I are in full military mode as we coordinate the men in the direction of the nearest harbour. “How the fuck was she able to get out of the house so quickly?” Damon asks curiously. “My best guess is a trap door or some other type of shortcut. From my findings, that house is pretty old. It dates back to the nineteen hundreds, even. It must be filled with all kinds of secret doorways and shortcuts.” “Okay.” Damon says as he looks up from his iPad. “The nearest harbour is three miles west of this place and the only anchored ship leaves in the next fifteen minutes. We do not have much time.”

- SIERRA The place he took me to was called Crow’s Crest. It was this rocky, secluded bluff up on the northern edge of the city, totally hidden from the highway. When we were teenagers, before the families started carving us up into assets, we used to sneak up here with a six-pack of cheap beer just to look at the harbor. Tonight, the wind was brutal. It whipped off the water, rattling the heavy SUV's frame as we sat in the front seats. Below us, the city lights looked like a spilled bucket of glitter stretching all the way to the black edge of the sea.

Men who clawed their way up from nothing until the nothing belonged to them. I stand by the window now, watching the lights of the harbor flicker against the dark water. It’s quiet. Almost peaceful. But that’s a lie. Beneath that shine lies corruption so old it’s practically tradition: politics, ports, trade routes, and escort lines for ships carrying goods we don’t list on any manifest. Every faction wants a piece. Every family wants control.

Among them, stood out the most was the one and only Zachary Dawson himself. Zachary looked around, took his cigarette and his men quickly light it for him. Despite of its neglected, messy area, it was used to be a place where people and goods coming in and out from the other island. But since five years ago, the government moved the city harbour to the other area, due to some logistic problem.