20000 Leagues Under The Sea Novel Novels & Stories

Amansinaya exclaimed. 'How did it went like this?' you might ask. Well, it started with an argument. (Author: Let us turn the hands of time and show how it all began.) "I said we should continue searching beneath the sea." Amansinaya suggested as I stood up. "It is possible that she's out there." She continued. I nodded, she's right about that. Asherah's a mermaid so there's a high possibility that she's in the cerulean and vast sea.

Beneath the sea was as silent as a graveyard and all was quiet for a long while. Suddenly Layla's eyes opened and the ocean came alive. Purple light bust out of her body and she rose towards the surface of the ocean, moving at a swift speed. She erupted from beneath the ocean, busting out of the surface with so much power. The ocean rose around her, pulsating with purple light while her body hovered over the raging waters. Her eyes opened and they were bright purple. The same purple light engulfed her body and she glowed brightly like the sun.

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

Her only solace was Anne, the fourth-born, quiet, thoughtful, kind in the way someone half-afraid of being noticed could be. And the library. Gods, the library. Hidden under the west wing, the Sea Kingdom's library was a sunken cathedral of knowledge. Books from every realm, wizard tomes, dragon scrolls, history texts, even forbidden demon lore, rested in enchanted glass shells. Jo often skipped etiquette lessons to sink into its pages. At sixteen, she sat cross-legged beside a pillar of moon kelp, nose deep in The Hierarchies of Hell: Demon Ranks and Powers, her fingers trailing over an ancient diagram of a horned prince, when she heard the voice.

Beside him was Queen Lyra, her white fox-fur mantle drawn tight against the salty wind, her golden eyes fixed on the distant horizon where the grey waters of the open ocean met the sky. The jagged sea crags throbbed with a new warmth under their boots. The shockwave from the shattered Glacial Throne had not only swept through the mountain air of Obsidian Ridge, but it had unsealed subterranean thermal conduits beneath the seabed. Dark, frozen waves had battered barren ice cliffs, but now deep turquoise waters surged with glowing veins of liquid mana, bringing shoals of silver-scaled fish and lush, bioluminescent kelp back to the long-dead coastal bays.

The abyssal floor of the ocean trench was unnaturally quiet, the crushing weight of four thousand meters of water held at bay only by the ancient localized pressure shields of the chamber. Outside the shifting translucent energetic barrier, the blackness of the deep sea pressed hard against the perimeter, a vast and hostile wilderness where blind pale leviathans drifted through the freezing dark. Inside, the air tasted of copper, ozone, and the stale artificial breath of an enclosed ecology.

"Touch it." She did. The sea began glowing. A circle of light appeared on the water. Then the ocean split. A staircase descended into the depths. Lorenzo stared. "You're telling me we're walking into the ocean?" Gabriel smiled. "Apparently." They descended. The water remained suspended above them. They walked beneath the ocean. Fish moved through the glowing water. Ancient ruins appeared in the distance. Columns. Statues. Buildings. A forgotten city. Seraphina whispered:

The texture of the fishes at the lower part of the ocean is a bit weird but Mike proceeds to it eat it without much a thought. Three: Red Creature in these lower part they are more of them and dangerous than the before. And lastly, the one he wishes not to meet ever again is the Black Giant Creatures. With these things in his mind, without noticing the time had passed he finally reaches another different world underwater. He finally reaches the bottom of the sea as the ground made out of mysterious sands are waving at his landing like the ground is welcoming him. Because of the harsh days of living Mike stack up tons upon tons of stress not only to his body but even to his mind and soul.

The Crimson Maw crested the final, colossal wave of the Sinking Shelf, its reinforced keel slamming down onto the churning surface with a concussive force that sent a shower of freezing, glowing-green brine arching over the main deck. We had reached the absolute border of the civilized world. Behind us lay the boiling, thermal-swept harbor of our new capital; ahead lay the boundless, black emptiness of the Great Deep. The storm had passed, but the air here was different—colder, heavier, pressurized by the immense gravity of the underwater chasm yawning just a hundred fathoms beneath our hull.

The next adventures called and they answered hand in hand. The book of their story settled into place with that final glide. Strong. True. Endless.