Blood Sea Novels & Stories

He erased her memory of that night. Lord knew, she didn’t need a complication like that in her life right now. But in the tense moments before James left the room, something had indeed been there. Despite his cool demeanor, color had risen in his pureblood dermaglyphs. The beautiful markings had swirled like elaborate, changeable tattoos across James’s muscular chest, arms, and torso... and down, beneath the tight black swimsuit that blatantly accentuated his profane sexuality. And as she’d stood before him, close enough to feel his breath skate hotly across her skin, those incredible glyphs had begun to pulse in shades of burgundy, indigo, and gold—the colors of awakening desire.

Revenge was so sweet. * * * The next morning, the boat sailed away from the island with the sun as it rose over the horizon, its rays spilling on top of the water with oranges and golds casting a warm glow over everything in view. Natalia softly snored with low moans that made me wonder what the hell she was dreaming as she lay in the guest bed of my beach house. I’d spent a fortune on this island home, but it was all mine. Who cared that it was paid for with the blood of the mafia’s ordered killings. I slept just fine.

She'd actually brought the car back, probably planning to sell it off once things died down. "N-no… You won't find anything…" Maeve muttered, stunned. I asked, "What's wrong? Do you think there's nothing left because you deleted the dashcam footage?" I patted her shoulder and smiled. "Too bad for you—my dashcam automatically uploads to the cloud. Since everyone's here, let's all watch it together."

Soon the beautiful sea shell dissolved in my palms, turning into bright red, spilling through my fingers. ‘BLOOD!’’ The unmistakable stench of blood hits my senses strongly. I staggered back, my eyes staring at the ocean in shock, unable to believe what my eyes were telling me. The once blue ocean was now darkened and nothing more than an endless sea of blood. “This… this can’t be happening.” My whisper vanished into the air as the sky above cracked open with thunder, clouds twisting into a storm. “This can't be real!” I tried to move but I couldn't. My legs were clamped by something deep under water. Cold. Unyielding. Clutching onto me right, and pulling me down deeper like a sinking sand.

“Boiling sea? Is that where the fog comes from?” “Aye. Just beneath, in the depths of the sea, are thousands of active volcanoes. The waters get wild from time to time, but mostly they boil,” Ruby said. “That’s why no demons have ever lived in the Desoland … you can only find demonic beasts in that wretched place.” Arth swallowed hard, staring at the dark fog. It stood like a formidable wall that completely blocked the sight of what was beyond. Beneath it was the boiling sea in its darkest green.

] The piercing electronic voice screamed in my ear as the red warning lights inside my helmet flashed frantically. Large black spots began spreading across my vision, and my limbs had grown so stiff from severe oxygen deprivation and the freezing deep-sea temperatures that they barely responded. My lungs felt like they were being carved up by countless dull knives, and every instinctive attempt to breathe only drew in foul, blood-tinged air. 'Am I going to die? No! I won't let that happen!'