Crimson Ocean Bl Novels & Stories

Saphira did the best she could to explain what it was like being blind. One day, Xavier had a pretty rough conversation over the phone with one of the pack leaders. He growled and rubbed his face. “Xavier? Are you okay?” Saphira softly asked as she walked into their shared office. Xavier sighed before saying or doing anything. “No. Varian, the leader of the Misty Haven Pack, is threatening Orion, Lyra, Darian, and Diana. A few others have as well. I fear there’s going to be a war between the packs.” Xavier explained with a frustrated 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.

The cold bites deep. Bang. The first shot echoes. Bang. Another. Bullets hit the water close to the boat. Water sprays up. Ice breaks with sharp sounds. More shots come. I cover my head with my arms. My mouth fills with blood as I bit my lip hard. The boat strikes something under the water. A rock. The wood jumps. I fall forward. My body goes into the river. Black water closes over my head. I cannot breathe. My arms and legs kick without thought. The current pulls me down.

Tempting. A punch to my face, and curses arrow from his tongue. “...Trist–tan. You…” “Sorry, can’t hear you.” I shove him down. “Speak louder.” I watch with a full chest as he struggles like a fish caught on a hook. That look in his eyes? Terror. Pale blue like his lips. But I won’t let him die. Never. The ocean is warm blue like the sky. Moonlight coats us in an ethereal blue. Everything is surreal and moody.

The deep sea was a realm of shattered black silk, a crushing, obsidian abyss where the light of the sun had never dared to reach. Outside the titanium hull of the Black Rose lead submarine, the ocean was a chaotic mess of cavitation and churning white foam. The low-frequency hum of twelve synchronized nuclear engines rose into a deafening, subsonic roar—a death symphony conducted by a woman who had finally run out of things to lose. Inside the command deck, the clinical red emergency lighting stretched the shadows of the crew into long, jagged knives, each one appearing ready to strike at the heart of the next.

The fear clawing at my chest was suffocating, but it was nothing compared to the fury bubbling just beneath it. "Touching," Vince said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. I turned to him, anger flaring in my chest. "You bastard!" I screamed, standing to face him. My entire body trembled, but it wasn’t from fear anymore. It was something else—something primal and feral. Vince’s smirk widened. "That’s more like it," he said, taking another step toward me. "Show me what you really are." I didn’t understand what was happening to me. My vision blurred, the edges tinged with red. My breathing grew ragged, each inhale fueling the fire in my veins. And then it happened.