Beneath The Waves Novels & Stories

"But Emma, the pressure is creating a vacuum beneath the surface! Something is moving through the under-currents!" The Leviathans of the Abyss As the massive wall of water remained suspended by my will, the "emptiness" beneath the wave began to stir. The receding tide had left the harbor floor exposed, and now, rising from the kelp and the wreckage, the Leviathans of Oceanus appeared.

“Nonno, if you know something, you can say it. ” Giuliana sighed. “Domenico, stop being dramatic the girl needs to rest” Domenico’s gaze didn’t waver. “I heard rumours about looking beneath the waves where gold meets salt. Does that mean anything to you?” I frowned, exhaustion dulling my thoughts. “Beneath the waves? What does that mean?” “It means,” Domenico said, “you’re stirring things better left buried. But you won’t stop, will you?” “No,” I said, voice firm despite my fatigue.

The Thing Beneath the Sea Nobody moved. Nobody breathed. Nobody spoke. The ocean had become still. Completely still. God. That was wrong. Fair. Terribly wrong. Reasonable honestly. Because oceans weren't supposed to stop moving. Not during storms. Not during hurricanes. Not ever. Yet the waves had vanished. The roaring had stopped. The water looked like glass. Dark. Silent. Waiting. Then the tower pulsed again. Blue light exploded across the horizon. The entire island glowed.

I shout and I watch as Fen opens a portal he nods is head at me with a smile before he steps through and I know they will be watching this from the safety of the beach. I lift my hands in front of me and close my fist, imaging my hands grabbing the water and I pull them back as the water recedes behind me. I hear the roar behind me, knowing I have created a huge wave. I hold it, filling it with power before. I raise my clenched fists higher, pulling more on my power when I open my fists and throw my hands forward. The wave responds and crashes over me towards the structure. I’m sucked under I hear the crash and smash of tanks and enclosures. I breach the surface, looking at the gaping hole i

“She’s tough, boss. Could be an asset.” Enzo’s gaze didn’t leave Sienna’s. “She’s going to be more than that. But first…” He took a step back, nodding toward Marco. “We prepare.” Marco’s smile widened, but it was a hard, humorless thing. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” Sienna’s pulse raced as she turned to Enzo. “What exactly do you need me to do?” “You’re going to walk out to the east docks alone tomorrow evening,” he said. “You’ll make it look like you’re just… wandering. Unaware of any danger.”

“And you assumed it would be in some office? He stops brows raised I nod, “We are heading to my home here in Monaco, but I don’t live in the city, too much noise and bustling, I live on an island, there you will sign the needed documents, then we will speak further, understood? He raises a brow at me, his eyes now covered by his dark shades again, protecting his eyes from the blinding sun. I nod, following him, it’s not hard to spot his yacht, it’s the biggest in the dock, but that’s not what makes it his, its fully a glossy black yacht, with FALCONE written boldly in gold at the side of the yacht.

She buried herself under her blankets, letting the silence consume her as she tried to ignore the pounding of her own heart. In the dimness of her room, as daylight faded and the shadows grew long, Channary clutched her pillow, sinking deeper into her shame. The Moon had betrayed her, left her vulnerable, her mate unclaimed. She was the Alpha’s daughter, Moon-Kissed and blessed, yet here she was, abandoned and marked only by the emptiness of broken promises.

Chris proved to be an exceptional guide, walking me through the intricacies of every detail with a clear and engaging explanation. His knowledge seemed boundless as she dived into the specifics of dungeons, dungeon masters, and the intricately designed scene rooms, each carefully curated with a unique array of props tailored to enhance the ambiance of its theme. Throughout the visit, his gaze rarely left me, his attention more focused on my reactions than on the explanations themselves. We passed through a variety of rooms, each with its own distinct purpose and aesthetic, until we arrived at one that caught my attention. Chris paused here, his tone shifting slightly as he elaborated that th

"The Deep Swimmers, who command the ocean's depths, who can survive where no other life exists." Thunder rolled overhead as the third image appeared—sirens standing on the surface of churning seas, their arms raised as lightning danced between their fingers and hurricanes bent to their will. "The Storm Callers, who control weather and waves, who can summon tempests or calm the fiercest gales." The fourth vision showed sirens swimming through underwater libraries, their hands glowing as they touched ancient texts that preserved knowledge from civilizations lost to time. "The Pearl Keepers, guardians of ancient knowledge, protectors of secrets that could reshape the world."

I tilted my head toward him, my hair brushing his jaw, and I felt his breath hitch just slightly. “Damn” he whispered, it was low but I did not miss it. The bass deepened. Then Work by Rihanna came on and I was a goner. My body began rolling towards the beat, my hips moving and my backside brushing against Mike’s front, and I he was packing an impressive size. Mike noticed immediately. His grip tightened, hands spreading over my hips, thumbs pressing in as if to ground himself. I can feel his smirk against my shoulder. “You’re trouble,” he murmured.