Clearly It Is Ocean Book Novels & Stories

"Oklarth has informed us that the King of Dasovia has pinpointed the location of the Eartharch Book. Let's move out immediately." He called out, "Gideon, join us." They boarded an aircraft that sliced through the night sky and sped away. In the seawater, the nether aircraft detected the path Gideon had taken and navigated through the depths, ensuring an unbroken connection with him. Somewhere in the vast ocean in Stolia, something lay deep in the breath of the sea. The scene there was completely distinct. The ocean floor was not shrouded in darkness but was brilliantly colorful and dreamlike, almost to the point of seeming unreal.

Prologue Cleo There is always something calming, cleansing, rejuvenating, and healing about water. The ocean has always been a place of refuge for Cleo. She loved any body of water and it came as no surprise when she made a decision to save up for a holiday, she chose a location by the coast.

This is the order being restored. My men move with practiced ease, their boots silent against the deck as they lift heavy buckets one by one and tip them over the side, letting thick, dark blood and the weight of dead fish slide into the water below, where it spreads slowly, blooming outward like ink in a glass of water. The smell rises immediately, sharp and unmistakable, carried by the wind back toward us, clinging to the air, and I do not flinch from it because this is a language the ocean understands better than words. This is a signal. An invitation.

"Please don't cry… It hurts me to see you like this." Perhaps he had loved me, I thought. But it didn't matter now. We had already reached the point of no return. Rain lashed down at midnight, yet Gabriel was still outside. He didn't have an umbrella, and he didn't seek shelter from the rain. He just stood stubbornly in the storm. I looked at his soaked figure through the peephole. He had been just as drenched the day he pulled me out of the ocean. Even so, I held firm and didn't let him inside.

Now, for the first time in my life, I saw the ocean. But it wasn't the blue, crashing waves I had read about in Philip’s old geography books. "Mama, look! The water isn't moving!" Mina shouted, leaning so far out of the wagon window that Kaelen had to grab her by the back of her tunic. "It’s the Sea of Glass," Kaelen whispered, pulling the horses to a halt at the edge of a white sand cliff. Below us lay an expanse of water so still and clear it looked like a solid sheet of diamond. It didn't ripple. It didn't foam. It reflected the sky with such perfect clarity that it was hard to tell where the horizon ended and the world began.

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

I speed up stairs to the room, I opened the the last drawer of the the nightstand, grabbing the Phoenix stone, I looked at the shiny red stone, tempting me to open it. I grab the spell book Tyler gave to me, opening it, there was only one page and one word, it was written in Latin which says 'clear'. "Claro" I whispered but then the stone shines, I gasped. The door opens, Ocean walks in, I hid the stone into my hand. "Hey" he said, sitting next to me. "What are you doing?" He asked. Should I tell him? No! He'll try to stop me one way or the other, I can't let him know. He looks at the book in my hold.

Chapter: 142. ****** The Ocean was cold and dark, a deep gray color that was almost black as it surrounded the Island. The sun had long since set and only a small sliver of light could be seen over the edge of the horizon. The glow from the moon danced in the wave, it looked like the moon was swimming over it, its silvery light glimmering on the wet sand, reflecting off the waves rolling in to meet it. The waves crashed violently onto the shore, brushing away their footprints as if they didn't want them there. The air smelt sharp and salty, and the wind felt cool against their skin, making them shiver despite themselves. The ocean itself gave the appearance of a silent scream, but neither ma

LOLA'S POV I'm in the library when I hear Ocean's voice in the hallway. Not loud. Not angry. Just... commanding. The kind of voice that makes people listen without him having to raise it. I set down my book and move to the doorway, staying in the shadows where I can see but not be seen. Ocean is talking to two of his men near the front entrance. One of them looks young, maybe mid-twenties. The other is older, graying at the temples.

An island. "Riccardo..." I trailed off, staring in awe at the stretch of ocean before us. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen. The water was impossibly clear, a shade of turquoise that seemed almost unreal. Small islands dotted the horizon, their white sand beaches lined with swaying palms. He chuckled, pulling me close. "Surprised?" "It's beautiful," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the sound of waves gently lapping at the shore.