Beyond That The Sea Novels & Stories

The flood was endless. Millions of lives pouring into her mind. Millions of goodbyes. Millions of endings. The First Dreamer rushed toward her. “This is only one second.” His voice sounded distant beneath the roar of memories. “One second of carrying the Sea.” She looked up. Terrified. And finally understood. The Sea wasn't water. It wasn't magic. It wasn't a place. It was grief. Accumulated across infinite possibilities. Every story that could not continue. Every life left behind.

Meanwhile, Theodore used his overwhelming aura so that the sea spirit beasts won't be able to get close to the ship. "I'll have to cultivate for now since I had been busy for three days because I thought it would be the last memories together with Sirene and the birds." Soheila said as she stretched her arm. "At least they are now with me. So, any moments now, we will arrive in the Sea Of Deadriven. And we'll sail for a couple of months or maybe a year." Soheila said as she sat down beside the huge bed.

Her eyes, still red, but softer now almost sad. My heart stuttered. “No,” I whispered. “You’re gone.” The reflection blinked once, then dissolved into the silver of the windowpane. I backed away. Mira caught my arm. “What is it?” “She’s not gone,” I said. “She’s moving.” “Who?” “The sea.” Mira hesitated, then glanced toward the horizon. “The tide has been strange since last night. Ships can’t approach. The waves break before they reach the shore like they’re being held back by something.”

Zane and I tucked the girls in not longer after that, and I read from what was now officially the girls’ second-favorite book. With a smile, I opened the book, admiring the illustrations Grace and Chloe had already seen and cooed over. “Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could sound it, and many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.

Jaiden walked back to the table taking his pen and again engrossed himself in the work. LUNA The bus was moving steadily on the road heading to the forest. The road leading to the destination was a clean wide one surrounded by the rows of trees. The vegetation density kept increasing as they keep going ahead. The weather was also pleasant with sun shining through the clouds. Trisha and Nina were watching some episodes of one of their favourite teen drama sharing the earphone. They were completely into the scene on the screen while I was still gazing out of window. I have no interest in those they just hype up your standard always making you feel incomplete.

Jade Sunlight danced on the cerulean waves, a glittering symphony that played upon the infinite expanse of the ocean. The horizon stretched beyond the limits of sight, unfettered and wild from the vantage point of my new apartment, a sanctuary perched high above the world's mundane clamor. Life was undeniably sweeter here, each breath imbued with the briny zest of sea air, promising a day unshackled from yesterday's shadows.

I have to be able to control my feelings for other women because the Moon Goddess could play with us again. "King Alpha, the police are at the edge of the border, they can't enter because they are blocked by the mirage of the open sea." That's why people don't think that the sea they see is just an illusion of technology. There has been a ban on approaching the sea because the waves are big all the time and never calm. None of them ever wanted to go near the beach for fear of being swept away by the waves. They are also not interested in the beach.

The boat gently rocked with the motion of the waves, and Sasha inhaled deeply, the fresh scent of the sea filling her lungs. “I think so,” she replied, smiling back. For once, she didn’t feel trapped. The yacht took them along the coast, the cliffs of Ibiza rising dramatically on one side and the endless expanse of the Balearic Sea on the other. Sasha could lose herself in the beauty of it all—the sapphire waters, the sparkling sun, the distant hum of life far away from the chaos they had left behind.

Philip Sitting beside a mahogany-framed square window, I gazed out at the vast expanse of the Caribbean Sea. The water, a mesmerizing blend of azure and turquoise, stretched to the horizon, its gentle waves kissing the pristine white sands of St. Barts. This tranquil paradise starkly contrasted with the tumultuous thoughts swirling in my mind.

My father’s reassuring presence, always ready to guide me through life’s challenges, flashed before my eyes. “Why did I come here?” I thought desperately, the question clawing at my mind as I fought against the instinct to give in to the darkness creeping in from the edges of my consciousness. I had always dreamed of being thrown into the ocean, feeling weightless and lost but this was no dream. The realization struck me like a jolt of lightning. “This is how it ends, isn’t it?”