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Dark and Stormy was the night. Thunder roar. Mighty waves breaking the Rocky shore. One lonely, scary creature left the ocean that night and entered the dark forest in the northern lands ...
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Chapter One
Luna
The ocean always called to me.
As far back as I could remember, I’d been fascinated by its depths. Mesmerized by the way the waves crashed against the shore. Drawn to the creatures that lived just beneath the surface.
My parents didn’t understand me. I was an only child, but I never felt lonely. I had the sea, and to me, that was more than enough.
I spent most of my summers on the beach, my face turned toward the horizon. Waiting. Hoping that one day, the ocean might reveal its secrets to me.
And then it did.
In a way, I suppose you could say that it was destiny.
The markings were strange, unlike anything I’d ever seen before. They were carved into the rocks down by the shore, hidden away in a place where most people would never think to look.
But I wasn’t most people. I was a marine biologist with a deep love for the supernatural, and these markings spoke to something inside me.
I’d been coming to this beach for years, and I’d never noticed the symbols before. They must have been here all along, hiding beneath the sand and the saltwater.
I studied them for hours, taking pictures on my phone from every angle. I wanted to capture every detail, every mark. I wanted to remember this moment forever.
But I knew that wasn’t enough.
I wanted to know what these symbols meant. Who had put them here? And why?
I spent most of the afternoon there, my ass in the sand and my back against a rock. I traced each marking with my finger, trying to commit them all to memory. It was hard to tell whether they’d been carved or burned into the stone. They could have been made hundreds of years ago or last night.
It was impossible to say for sure.
Eventually, I fell into a deep sleep, lulled by the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. When I woke up, it was dark outside, and the moon shone down on me from high above.
I sat up and yawned, stretching my arms high above my head. It was late, and I needed to head home soon.
But something made me stop.
A shifting movement just out of the corner of my eye.
I turned my head in time to see the water part like a curtain on a stage. A dark figure rose from the depths, its body silhouetted against the full moon.
My heart leapt into my throat as I watched it take shape. The creature was tall and muscular with long hair that cascaded down its back. Judging from its broad shoulders and narrow hips, it was male.
And it was beautiful.
Its skin was pale as marble, and its eyes glowed like embers in the night. It didn’t look like any human I’d ever seen before. It looked like something out of a fairy tale or a myth.
I held my breath as I watched it step onto the shore. It moved with a gracefulness that was almost otherworldly. Like it didn’t quite belong in our world or maybe it belonged to a different time altogether.
It turned its head toward me then, and our eyes met for a brief moment. There was something familiar about those eyes—something that tugged at my heartstrings—but I couldn’t quite place it.
And then he ran.
He ran until he reached the treeline, and then he disappeared into the night.
I sat there for a long time, watching and listening for any sign of him. But he didn’t return.
When I finally made it back to my apartment, I was exhausted, and my brain was swimming with questions. Who was that man? Where did he come from? And most importantly, what the hell had I just seen?
My fingers flew across the keyboard as I pulled up my latest research. I’d been studying the history of the town for the past several months, hoping to find something new to add to my next book. I’d already interviewed every single elderly person in town, and even a few who lived in the surrounding areas. But I hadn’t found anything particularly interesting.
Until now.
I clicked through my notes and highlighted the most important parts. The people I’d spoken to all those months ago had told me about the strange things they’d seen in the forest at night. The eerie sounds they’d heard. The glowing eyes that watched them from the shadows.
Most of them had dismissed it as nothing more than folktales and superstition.
But I knew better.
There was something out there in those woods, something that defied explanation.
As I read through my notes, I felt a strange sense of unease settle over me. It was almost as if I could feel the creature's presence even now, despite the distance between us.
I shook my head. There had to be some other explanation. Something that made sense. But what could that possibly be?
As I studied the notes on my screen, a chill ran down my spine.
One of the creatures in the forest was male.
And he had long hair.
Chapter Three
Luna
I stared at the words on the screen, hardly daring to believe what my research seemed to be telling me.
My blood ran cold as I read them over and over again, willing them to change.
But they didn’t.
The implications were clear: the strange creature from the ocean and the mysterious figure in the forest were one and the same.
But how was that possible?
The creature on the beach was so beautiful, so ethereal.
And its eyes… The memory of its haunting gaze made my heart ache.
A shiver raced down my spine as I remembered how I’d felt when it looked at me.
It had felt like coming home after a long trip. Like seeing an old friend for the first time in years. Like being reunited with someone who held the key to your soul.
But it wasn’t just the creature’s eyes that made it impossible for me to think of it as a monster. It was the way it moved. The way it carried itself. The way it ran when it thought no one was watching.
I knew that it was capable of great beauty. And, from what I’d read in my notes, great violence, too.
But how could one creature be capable of both?
As much as I wanted to deny it, though, the evidence in front of me was undeniable.
I’d stumbled upon something truly extraordinary—a creature that had managed to remain hidden from humanity for centuries.
And now it was here in my town, lurking in the shadows like some sort of monster from a horror film.
I shivered again at the thought.
The question was… what should I do about it?
Part of me wanted to go back out there, to find the creature and try to talk to it. To see if there was some way I could help it.
But another part of me—probably the smarter part—was telling me that this wasn’t a good idea. That I should stay as far away from it as possible for my own safety.
But then an even smarter part of me reminded me of something else, something that made my heart sink.
The creature wasn’t just dangerous because of its strength or its speed or its ability to blend into the shadows.
It was dangerous because of what it did to my heart.
It made me feel things that I hadn’t felt in a long time. Things that I’d tried to forget about after my mother’s death. Things that made me want to believe in the impossible. In magic. In love.
But love wasn’t real, not in the way that the poets and the fairy tales made it out to be. Love didn’t last. Love didn’t conquer all. Love died. Love left. Love broke your heart and tore your soul open and then walked away without so much as a backwards glance.
And yet…
The thought of the creature haunted me, tugging at the edges of my mind like a half-forgotten dream.
I wanted to see him again.
