Beneath The Waves Novels & Stories

The bed creaks beneath us, protesting under the force, but it’s a distant sound, barely registering above the roaring in my ears. “You take me so fucking well,” Ghost growls, his voice rough, almost animalistic. His words ignite something primal in me, and I clench around him instinctively, drawing a guttural moan from his lips. The sound is intoxicating, pushing me even closer to the edge.

Chapter Nineteen I pulled her closer, tugging her swimsuit bottoms out of my way. I let go of her nipple, watching as she sank onto my dick. Sheathing me inside of her cunt. Her eyes slipped closed and she bit her lower lip. The shadows danced along her skin from the ocean breeze moving through the palm tree above us. She rolled her hips and I moved closer, taking her other nipple between my teeth and giving it a sharp tug before soothing it with my tongue.

However, if one would squint enough, he could make out a humanoid shape in blue--the lack of heat already told everything he needed to know. "We have a Type-1 Non-Spectral Entity, a malevolent one. It was confirmed that the Hostile Paranormal Entity is not a Ghost or a Spectre of any previous living persons. It was a Black Entity." He grinned. "Your objective was easy. Each of you will carry a handheld Anti-Thaumaturgic Shield device that you are to plant in the bottom of the river itself. The effect of a single device would be enough to deter the Black Entity from manifesting again. As usual, Cutoff Teams will be deployed fifteen kilometers away from the target area to eliminate or detain e

I ducked beneath the crashing waves. ​"Serena!" Cole's bellow echoed across the water, but I was already gliding deep down into the dark, silent ocean depths. ​I swam out for a long time, the weight of the mansion fading away with every stroke. Down in the calm, cool blue, the comforting sound of my baby’s heartbeat echoed and vibrated around me like a soft electric pulse. The heartbeat felt so much stronger and more prominent underwater than it had before.

I cradled his face in my hands. "I loved it very much" I squealed and kissed on his cheeks and jaw. "If I get reward like this everytime I will give you more surprises" he said smiling boyishly. We did scuba diving, snorkeling and swimming in blue goretto. It's the best experience. Underwater heritage is amazing with variety of fishes, tortoise and many more sea animals. My happiness has no bounds. "This is like a dazzling fairland. I can never get bored of this place" I said looking at the blue goretto glowing caves and sea glowing due to sunlight.

"Absolution Void: Ocean-Tear!" A three-hundred-foot wave of liquid black solar shadow tore through the dark water. The anti-magic blade wave collided head-on with the Leviathan’s hyper-pressurized water cannon, completely devouring the kinetic force of the stream and parting the sea for two miles in every direction! BOOOOOOOOOOM! The underwater explosion created a massive, temporary void pocket beneath the sea!

"We use the deep." ​Half a mile away, high atop the storm-swept cliffs overlooking the harbor, Dom and Princess Nora stood beneath the shelter of a ruined stone watchtower. ​Below them, the dark waters of the Sunken Gulf churned violently. But through the torrential rain and flashing lightning, Dom’s keen golden-violet eyes caught sight of something massive moving beneath the waves. Huge, serpentine shapes, over a hundred feet long, were weaving between the hulls of the anchored Iron Syndicate warships.

Then he looked up. “It creates a deep-sea pressure wave.” Daniel frowned. “A pressure wave?” Sophia nodded. “The ocean itself becomes the weapon.” Lewis looked at the Leviathan carrier on the radar. Then he gave the final order. “Release the Omega wave.” Outside in the darkness of the ocean… The sea itself began to move.

The two cyan-glowing Vanguard mechs simultaneously drew their massive, high-frequency plasma blades. On the distant horizon, the seemingly calm Pacific Ocean suddenly vaulted toward the sky. The heavens were swallowed by black clouds, and gale-force winds whipped up a hundred-foot-tall rogue wave that slammed violently against the Californian coast. Within that suffocating darkness, a twisted, monolithic shadow—infinitely larger than the Empire State Building—slowly rose from the depths, accompanied by an ear-shattering, low-frequency hum. It was the King of the Abyss. The Nightmare of the Mariana Trench.

relic designed for stealth insertions into underwater labs. As he dove into the black waves, the "Quiet Resonance" in his head began to scream. It wasn't Panni’s song anymore. It was Grace’s. It was a distorted, underwater lullaby that sounded like a heart being torn in two. He swam down, the pressure beginning to thud against his eardrums, the light of the surface fading until there was nothing but the bioluminescence of the tablet. Five hundred feet. Five hundred and fifty.