Beneath The Waves Wow Novels & Stories

It was so beautiful it was breathtaking. "The sea water is so clear!" Shirley couldn't help but admire. "It's incredible how clear it is even at such depth!" "Yeah, the deep sea is pollution-free," Camille said with a light laugh. "And to make it even more enjoyable and comfortable for passengers, this ship emits sound waves to drive away some large, fierce marine creatures and attract a harmless group of fish to follow. And the seabed is also illuminated hundreds of meters down, so we can see so clearly."

"How considerate of you," Andrew remarked, his voice soft over the sound of flowing water. "It will certainly benefit your business." Vivian angled a bit towards him, her expression brightening with a gentle smile. "I certainly hope so." I currently possess more than two hundred thousand followers. Even if only a small percentage purchases, that represents a significant increase." Andrew acknowledged. "It's a smart move and tactical." They remained still for a brief time, allowing the warm mist to relieve the tightness in their muscles. Vivian approached the glass door, pushed it open, and stepped onto the mat.

Afterwards, we lay tangled together, listening to the distant drip of water. “We have to get out,” Jordan said eventually. “But we’re coming back, with help.” I nodded against his chest. “Together.” The journey back to the surface was tense but uneventful. We emerged near dawn, filthy and exhausted, slipping back to our quarters just as the first bells began to ring. As I washed the mud from my body in the novices’ washroom, I caught my reflection in the small, cracked mirror. My eyes looked older. But there was fire in them too.

Startled, I get up from the bed and move toward the window, pulling back the curtain with trembling hands. Outside, under the moonlit sky, a large black wolf stands in the clearing. Its silhouette is striking against the silver light, casting a long shadow on the grass. The wolf’s eyes glow a deep, intense blue as it lifts its head and howls again, a sound that seems to resonate with the very essence of the night.

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.

A low, rhythmic thrumming echoed from beneath the waves—not the ship. Something older. The First Ones weren't just in the sky. They were waiting in the deep.

Then, like a thief sneaking back to the scene of the crime, I switched my phone on once more. I could not follow the rule about exposing it to the sunlight for three hours. It was pouring outside. The weather was so gloomy, just like the deep sea in my dreams. I tapped into the Echoes from Below application once more, but there was no sound. The waveform interface was gone and replaced by a basic discussion forum. There were not many posts, but every single title made the hair on the back of my neck stand.

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.

Kailee Bennett I should’ve just kept scrolling but I just couldn’t resist after liking one picture of Noah on I*******m. I swiped to his profile God damn. No matter how times I stalk his I*******m and how many times see the same pictures, I still get mesmerized like I was seeing for the first time. I keep telling myself to stop. But my fingers had a mind of their own. They just kept scrolling and scrolling I’d scrolled so far down Noah’s I*******m page, I was practically in 2020. Shirtless beach photos. Prom tux shots. Smirking selfies that looked like they were carved by gods and filtered by angels.

Always me. “Morning, healer.” Kael didn't greet him. Typical. “What did you find?” I asked. Bren pointed at the water. “This.” I knelt beside him—and froze. Dead fish. Dozens of them. Floated up along the shore, their scales pale, eyes clouded, bodies stiff. All of them with the same odd discoloration beneath the gills—a greyish-green marbling that looked disturbingly similar to the veins spreading along the spines of the sick pack members.