Below The Surface Lyrics Novels & Stories

“Something deeper.” The word settled heavily because it was not just movement. It was awareness rising. “Define deeper,” Jamal said. I exhaled slowly. “Below the infrastructure.” “Below the fracture lines.” “Below everything we have seen so far.” Silence. Then Vale whispered, “That is not possible.” “Yes,” I said. “It is.” The ground beneath us trembled faintly. Not enough for others to notice but enough for me and for us. “They are not just building from above anymore,” I said.

It had never mattered before now. I broke the surface for one second — just long enough to pull in half a breath and feel the cold air on my face — and then I went under again. I could see the lights above the water, blurred and shifting, and I could hear nothing except the muffled thud of the music and my own heartbeat and the water rushing past my ears. I fought. Both arms, both legs, everything I had. It changed nothing. The water didn't care how hard I tried. I was going under a third time when I heard it — muffled through the water but unmistakable. Someone shouting my name. And then three words cutting through the party noise above me like a blade.

The moon peered behind the embrace of the clouds. Murders squawked hauntingly behind the comfort of leaves, screaming terrors of the night. I know it is them, it must be them! My heart ran a quarter mile away from me, but my legs failed to reach the distance. I stopped when I saw my only escape. I dropped below the depths of the once reflection of the sky, only for it to become the sister of Nyx under the shining moon. I held my breath. Shadowed footsteps walked over the reflection. Howls of the night reached the shallow depths of my ears—they sounded like drowning lions. I quivered, and the water moved with me. In the dead of silence, I resurfaced with a few breaths to spare.

I hold my breath, kicking to stay afloat, Cassian's hand never leaving my waist. Under the surface, the world mutes, the moonlight shimmering patterns above us. I look at him, and his lips crash against mine in a desperate, underwater kiss. His tongue sweeps against mine with a hunger that steals what little breath I have. My hands move as my fingers dig into his wet hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me. We break up the surface, gasping for air, water cascading down our faces as we pant, chests heaving.

“Something’s humming under the surface.” I slipped from his hold before he could stop me and dove under. The cold deepened with every stroke as I swam down, lungs straining. I saw it at the rocky base of the falls—faint but undeniable: a silvery glow seeping through the cracks in the stone, pulsing like a heartbeat. The water itself seemed to vibrate, alive with some ancient force. When I broke the surface again, gasping, my words tumbled out on a breath. “It’s here,” I whispered, awe and dread mingling. “The portal—Chad, it’s hidden beneath the waterfall.”

They hastily made their way to the entrance of the Ræm's estate only to discover that there was an invisible barrier that they couldn't break no matter how hard they hit it. The grounds were sealed off and nobody knew what to expect next. Pandemonium soon rented the air. KuLaa hung in the air watching them with an expressionless face. It was as if this destruction had nothing to do with her. When the land started swallowing people, Becca allowed it to swallow her. For a witch, breathing underground only requires a spell. Because she could still feel KuLaa's presence, she waited until KuLaa left and everything settled down before emerging from the underground.

She bared her teeth and let out a deafening roar, hoping to intimidate the wolves. Just when all hope seemed lost, as Samantha and her children braced themselves for the inevitable attack, the ground shook beneath them as Alexander's massive form burst through the trees.

Her nimble fingers ran through my sweaty hair, and I released a quiet moan. "I think your self-control is just fine, Comrade." Her laugh made me open my eyes. She'd leaned back and was just sitting above me. When she stopped laughing, she got up off me and I let out a loud sigh of relief, but didn't move from my spot on the ground. "Is that it for today, or are you actually going to show me something I haven't seen before?"

Together we are doing something that neither of us could do alone. *Not alone,* my wolf said. She was not just talking about the anchor point. She was talking about all of it. All of it, from the beginning. --- I come back to the surface slowly. The underground register releases me the way you release a held breath — the extension of the Warden gift retracting, the depth closing above me, the courtyard and the millstones and the amber-lit air arriving around me as I return to the surface register completely. I open my eyes.

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.