Uncharted Waters Book Novels & Stories

The boat cut violently through the storm. Black waves slammed against the hull hard enough to shake every bone in Aria’s body while freezing rain whipped across the deck like needles. Behind them, the cliffs of Blackwater burned against the night. Even from miles away, the mansion still looked unreal. Flames consuming windows. Smoke curling into thunderclouds. An entire empire collapsing into the sea. And somewhere within those ruins, Richard Thorne had either died… or disappeared again. Aria didn’t know which possibility unsettled her more.

They could communicate telepathically via their mind-link, sense each other's emotions, and do so many more things she was completely excluded from. But then again, she had also been separated from her own species her entire life. She knew next to nothing about human cultures. "Seriously, what the hell is a 'credit score' or a 'mortgage'?" The serene setting of her garden calmed her down as she padded through the flowerbeds. The turquoise river flowed steadily in the distance, its soothing sound compelling her to move closer. She stood in front of the water, staring at her distorted reflection. "Maybe I just don't belong anywhere."

The time that passed had little effect on them where they were safely stored. Jake gestured to a large table by the closed window and they dropped all the books there. Wayne and Walter walked over and Wayne took a book. He opened it and read the first page aloud. “The prophecy was never meant to be me. I was never the one...” he read but the rest were total gibberish, a repetition of words over and over again. But in the middle of the book was a sketch of a wolf with yellow colour pencil. Underneath it, the word ‘unclear’ was written. They all glanced through more books, each having just one page of useful information. But each had a better sketch of the wolf that began in the first book. An

Clearing my thoughts, I focused on the book again but stopped reading aloud. When the boat reached the split that Achilles mentioned, I wasn’t sure how to ensure the boat kept to the right. I didn’t have an oar to help steer me. I also wasn’t going to chance touching the water since I didn’t know what dangers lurked beneath the water.

for a breath, i thought it was dragging me dow the splashing sound of another body hitting the water could be hear the ship tore apart in a scream of splintering wood and fire. flames scattered across the surface like dying stars. pieces rained down, burning before the waves swallowed them whol this wasn’t some nightmare chase anymore. this wasn’t bad luck or an unfortunate twist of fat this was wa and i was at the very heart of i things were worse…far worse…than i ever imagine

It taught me to stay small, to keep quiet, to build my desires in private, for the world was not a safe world for a man like me to love openly. There was a shiver of knowing that went across the room. He saw nods, saw glints of tears. "This book… this is the map I never had. It's not a perfect map. It's got the wrong turns on it.". It's got storm patterns sketched in black. It's got places where the cartographer was so scared he almost capsized the whole thing into the drink. He took a deep breath. "But it also has the navigational coordinates for a harbor I had no idea existed. It has the stars I was shown to navigate by.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Without a word, he helped him out of his clothes and settled him carefully into the half-filled bathtub. Nathan gripped his wrist. “Get in with me. Please.” Alex hesitated for a beat, then nodded. Stripping off the last of his clothes, he stepped in beside him. The cool water hit his skin like a balm, washing away the heat, the stress, the tension of the day. He leaned back, and Nathan curled against him, head on his chest, sobbing quietly. “I’m sorry,” Nathan choked. “For drinking too much. I didn’t know what else to do. I was drowning and I…I thought I would be okay but—”

And somewhere in twelve territories the ones marked on the routing map and the ones not yet marked people were running deep. Carrying real records in their heads. Waiting to be found. Tomorrow Still Waters would find them. And the day after. And the day after that. Unhurried. Inevitable. The way water moves when the channel is finally clear.

The bookshop was just a dark smudge against the cliffs. "What now?" I asked, huddled between the two men as the boat crested a dark, oily wave. "Now," Bonny aid, steering us into the black heart of the bay, "we disappear. And then, we start the war." Richard reached out, and this time, I didn't pull away when his fingers brushed mine. We were three outcasts in a rusted boat, heading into a darkness that held no promises. But as the salt spray hit my face, I realized that for the first time since Oakhaven, I wasn't just running. I was fighting back.