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.

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.

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.

The tears she had held in finally fell, rolling down her cheeks in a downpour. Climax came like a mighty ocean wave crashing into buildings and drowning humans. Belinda screamed, her body convulsing from her orgasm. Draven came soon after, crying out as he pulled out of her. He had spilled so much of his seed that it took him a while to compose himself. Breathing heavily, he untied the rope binding Belinda to the bed.