Crimson Ocean Bl Novels & Stories

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.

Beneath the sea was as silent as a graveyard and all was quiet for a long while. Suddenly Layla's eyes opened and the ocean came alive. Purple light bust out of her body and she rose towards the surface of the ocean, moving at a swift speed. She erupted from beneath the ocean, busting out of the surface with so much power. The ocean rose around her, pulsating with purple light while her body hovered over the raging waters. Her eyes opened and they were bright purple. The same purple light engulfed her body and she glowed brightly like the sun.

Which was difficult since he was prone to anger, even going into a blind rage when someone did or said something that he didn’t agree with. His wolf, Hunter, was the same way. ‘Xavier, you think the Moon Goddess, Serena, did this to teach us how to be more gentle? To be more gentle and understanding?’ Hunter asked with a huff. Xavier rolled his eyes a bit. ‘Doubt it but possibly. Regardless, I’m still not happy. Like, seriously? Why did she give us an Omega? A blind and fearful one at this. Why not give us a mate that was born as a Beta or a Gamma? Or one that was being trained as a Luna? I just don’t understand,’ Xavier stated with a growl.

Outside, the ocean begins to glow. Because the construct didn’t disintegrate. It’s activating underwater. And something inside it— Is coming up

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.

I asked, feigning interest to mask my discomfort. Rufford cleared his throat, but he wouldn’t meet my eyes. Instead, he shifted his focus back to the book, as if the pages held answers he was reluctant to give. “The Scales have four types,” he said. “Scale, Fin, Tail, and Leviathan. They’re crafted to look like dragon or sea serpent scales, with an iridescent shimmer. They say each coin carries a faint scent of the sea.” His voice grew softer, almost reverent. “They were made to honor ancient sea guardians—creatures our ancestors once befriended.” I tilted my head, confused. “How could they befriend sea serpents when we’re miles from any ocean? Unless… they came to us?”

A hush fell as the Alpha raised his cup. “To the Blood Moon,” he intoned. “To the gift of the Shift.” The pack raised their cups in unison. Voices lifted in a chorus of reverence and then... A second voice split the night. “The cursed daughter will either crown or bury you all.” The words were ragged and eerie and were seeping into every corner of the clearing. A figure stepped from the tree line, crimson robes dragging against the earth, while her blind eyes were glowing faintly white. The Crimson Seer. Gasps rippled through the pack. Some wolves dropped their cups, while others shifted uneasily. No one had invited her. Her pale, sightless gaze locked on me as my skin crawled immediately.

Because I did not know what else to do, I took it and he led me forward until I could have sworn we were directly under the moon, then he brought out his claws. I flinched slightly, but did not run, there was some kind of power stronger than myself holding me in place, bending my will to his. His eyes were more silver than blue now, and I shivered in fear as he stepped closer to me. With a single claw, he traced the delicate pulse on my neck, and I sucked in a breath as he pushed his claw harder, hurting me, drawing blood.

She'd asked the guy running the bet if it was legit, double-checked the terms, and even got the signed agreement before diving straight into the choppy waves. Chad could still see it like it was yesterday—her small frame disappearing into the water while he gripped the railing, his knuckles turning white.

He didn’t speak. Aleksander stood at the front, gesturing to the screen where a mafia crest flickered in bold red. “A new group out of Naples,” he said. “Decided to get brave. They intercepted one of our shipments last night near the port. Cargo worth over four million gone, poof. Just like that. And they left us a message.” He tapped the screen. A grainy image popped up, three bodies hanging upside down from a crane, throats slit, a snake symbol scorched into their chests.