Crimson Ocean Bl Novels & Stories

"B-b-but, we obtain this information that, if we abduct this certain person, the Crimson Blade that your looking for will surely show up. We grant your old request sire,..." "Aoi Akuma of the Dark Moon."

Finally, after days of travel, we reach the border of Oceana, and with it, the Oceanean barrier. The sight of it takes my breath away. It’s not like the magical barrier surrounding Altinna, invisible yet ever-present. The Oceanean barrier is a vast, deep body of water, stretching as far as the eye can see, glimmering under the sunlight like a sheet of polished glass. The water is impossibly calm, as though no ripple or wave has ever disturbed its surface. River’s eyes light up as soon as he sees it. He’s not even trying to mask his excitement.

We both nodded. Therefore, we walked for almost half an hour. I was exhausted as hell! That’s why I was so relieved when she stopped, finally! We stopped in an ocean. I looked around, this ocean is unlike any other oceans. It screams the cerulean blue color, and you can feel an unusual force all over the place. As if the ocean was telling me to go near it. I looked at Amansinaya; she whispered something on the ocean. It was as if she was communicating with it. Then, she looked at us. “It’s on the way.” She said. We looked at her, can’t understand what she was saying.

Moon noticed her nervousness and spoke. Moon: You can only pass if I let you. Now tell me, what's your name? Ocean: Ocean, my name is Ocean Knight. Moon: Another Knight. You ain't look all nerdy and bratty like the other three. Ocean: They are my cousins. Moon: look at me then answer me. I don't like being avoided. She looked at Moon. Moon looked straight in her beautiful blue eyes. She also looked straight in his eyes. She felt something familiar in those green orbs. Moon smiled and got out of her way.

“We need to move, Bianca. The water... look at the water.” Bianca stood, her legs shaking. She turned toward the shore. The Atlantic was no longer gray. A thick, oily blackness was bleeding into the surf, spreading in rhythmic, pulsing clouds from the site of the crash. The Serum Infection. It wasn't just in the clones anymore; it was in the ecosystem. “It’s moving fast,” she whispered.

Even though Malrick was from Mistborn Coven he has the ability to command water, wind and fire. Before everyone knew it we were all fighting, killing each other. At the end Malrick was killed with his entire coven and a single Bloodline of Lycans was ended also. That bloodline was the Crimson Lycan line. They ruled the southern half of our world. While Blake’s line, the Bloodmoon line had come out victorious. at one point they ruled the northern half.

Then humanity needed to change with it. At first, Husen worked alongside them willingly. He believed they were searching for a cure. For months they studied ancient blood samples preserved beneath the station. The samples behaved unlike anything known. They regenerated damaged tissue. They repaired cells. They adapted to foreign organisms instead of rejecting them. The researchers named it...Crimson Blood. Husen warned them repeatedly. "We don't understand it." Their answer never changed. "We'll never understand it if we're afraid to touch it."

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" Don't worry, we have a Flungoues in our hands. I'm sure he wouldn't be that angry about leaving your post for so long and if that isn't enough. I'll vouch for you, and so will Kaen and Hikaru." " Hmm... " Manor nuzzles against me. The soldier leads us to the beach where a glass boat was docked, ocean water from blue slowly turned into purple, and then to red, the nearer it was to Diomondi. I dismounted my horse and helped Manor off as we got closer to the boat. " Why is the water near Diomondi red?" I asked as we got closer.

The vessel cut through the choppy, bioluminescent waters of the southern sea like a knife, tearing away from the neon glow of Otoroko and heading out toward the pitch-black horizon where the jagged silhouette of the Leviathan Station loomed against the stormy night sky. The wind whipped our hair across our faces as we stood on the open command deck of the hydrofoil, the salt spray stinging our skin. Creed stood behind me, his heavy arms wrapped securely around my waist, his broad chest pressed flush against my back as we rode the bucking waves. The adrenaline of the raid was still humming in our veins, charging the air between us with a wild, electric static. "An offshore rig," Creed murmure