Blackness Marine Novels & Stories

The Black Sea answered with thirty-foot swells, stacked and furious. “Hold the lines!” Vane roared over the wind, massive claws clamped to the phantom-wood railing like it might escape. Something is moving beneath us, Jace’s voice sliced through the mind-link, sharp and terribly analytical. Massive heat signatures. They’re not ships. I hadn’t even finished forming a command when the ocean erupted on our starboard side, violent like a strike delivered from below. A beast the size of a mountain broke the surface. A Leviathan of Blood—an undead deep-sea nightmare, built like a monstrous hybrid of kraken and leviathan, rotting armored hide stitched together by glowing, dark-red veins of blood-ma

The sand beneath my feet felt suddenly unstable, like the whole island might tilt and slide into the sea. Sergei spat something in Russian to his men. Two of them moved closer to the waterline, weapons trained on the approaching boats. The rest kept their aim split between us and Vivienne. Caelum’s hand brushed mine again — a silent signal. Be ready. The first boat rounded the headland, sleek and dark, no running lights. Then a second. Then a third. They weren’t Bratva. These were different — matte black, heavily modified, the kind of vessels that belonged to people who operated in the shadows between governments and criminals. My stomach dropped.

"Um-" "Oh, that cut on your face.. I'll be right back. Don't you move, now." Ariel ran off into her home, leaving Michael and Ernest outside. "You need to make this quick. Anyone can come back here at any moment." Michael stated. "So? What's the big deal? I just wanted to tell her thank you." "Yeah sure. The black family with literally no white people here wouldn't think it's weird that we're here. We'd be better off leaving-"

“You want more? I still have another bottle and one more pack.” I held them out to her. She shook her head and offered a shy smile. “No… those are for you. But thank you.” Then silence settled between us once more. She turned back to the sea, her eyes fixed on the endless darkness stretching before us. The sound of the waves filled the space where words could not. After a while, I spoke gently. “You seem troubled.” She didn’t respond. “You can tell me if you want. They say it’s easier to share your problems with someone you don’t know.”

This is a good chance for me to show myself, which is why I’m really thrilled. I couldn’t help clenching on my pen as I looked outside the window, where a gigantic warship was berthed at the harbor. Sacre bleu, it had to be the most imposing warship I had ever seen—it was painted in black for camouflage in night battles, whereas its hull was of a sleek design. With the towering bridge on its bow, it looked just like a horned beast sailing through the seas. The thought of sailing in that warship as it crashed through the waves to the merpeople’s territory excited me.

Amansinaya exclaimed. 'How did it went like this?' you might ask. Well, it started with an argument. (Author: Let us turn the hands of time and show how it all began.) "I said we should continue searching beneath the sea." Amansinaya suggested as I stood up. "It is possible that she's out there." She continued. I nodded, she's right about that. Asherah's a mermaid so there's a high possibility that she's in the cerulean and vast sea.

His nostrils flared, inhaling her scent frantically to ensure the strange black blood hadn't contaminated her. "Marcus!" Dominic roared into the communication device built into the beach perimeter line. Alpha Marcus’s voice answered instantly, thick with panic. Sire! The global tracking grid just went completely dark over the South Pacific coordinates! We are experiencing a total satellite blackout. An unauthorised, massive thermal signature is rising from the deep trenches just five miles off your shore! Dominic’s jawline hardened into granite, his grey eyes turning entirely, terrifyingly gold. He looked out at the dark, rolling horizon of the Pacific Ocean.

Asher’s gravelly voice barked through the static. Less than two minutes later, a high-powered, military-grade black interceptor boat roared up to the edge of the low floating dock, its twin engines churning the dark sea into a violent froth of white foam. Asher was at the helm, his tattooed arms straining against the wheel, a savage, unhinged grin slicing across his wet face.

The swollen black veins shrank instantly, crushed under the sheer, suffocating volume of my tribrid bloodline. Outside, a loud groan echoed over the water. "They lost us!" Cade shouted from the deck. "The lead boat just killed its engine! They're spinning in circles!" Without the magical signal guiding them through the dark sea, the mercenaries were blind. Their speedboats were moving too fast in open water without night-navigation markers, and they couldn't see where our unlit boat was heading. Soren's head dropped back against the floorboards, his breathing heavy and ragged, but the yellow light was completely gone. The mark was dead skin.