Crimson Ocean Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

It was alien. And it was hungry. It pressed against his senses like a cold, insidious tendril, slithering into cracks he hadn’t known he carried. It sought to unravel the very fabric of the sea, to twist the ocean’s power into something monstrous. The salt itself seemed to sour, the water’s purity leeching away beneath its touch. The ocean was bleeding. Then the vision struck. It hit him with the force of a rogue wave, shoving him backward until his spine slammed against stone. His lungs convulsed though they held no air, a scream clawing at his throat.

“Then unleash it now! The generators are screaming their death throes—the pumps sound like dying animals as the water wins faster than we can climb.” Elias helped lift the final carrier, numb fingers slipping on wet metal. “Victor’s tendrils twist through every fissure. Shadows move in the flood like living knives, cold and hungry against my skin.” Seraphina shielded the pods, her teeth chattering. “This one’s glow is almost gone. His heartbeat flutters against my palm like a dying spark fighting the dark.” Victor slammed the outer barrier again, the impact sending fresh violent torrents roaring in, the pressure pounding eardrums like hammer blows. “Pretty revelations mean nothing in the dee

And Crimson was bleeding before the first battle even began. ....

The tides no longer whispered they screamed. It started with a crack in the sky. A tremor deep beneath the earth. Then the waves turned black. From the watchtower above the Eastern Ridge, the first soldier screamed as he saw them creatures that didn’t belong in any world touched by light. Towering beasts of kelp and bone, crusted with barnacles and glowing runes, crawled from the sea and tore through the barrier like it was silk. The sea had come to claim the land.

The sky above the Crimson Desert was no longer red. It was a bruised, terrifying purple. The massive wave of shadows I had called forth stood like a wall of liquid night, taller than the mountains. I could feel the heartbeat of every grain of sand beneath my feet. I was no longer Kaima; I was the eye of the storm. "Fire!" Damon’s voice screamed from the deck of the golden ship. The cannons roared again. White-hot beams of energy tore through the air, hitting my wall of shadows. But the darkness didn't break. It swallowed the light. It grew hungrier. It grew larger.

Livia I could hear murmuring in the distance. Everything is so dark. Where am I? How did I get here? "We're losing them." "Losing who?" "Clear." I fell to my knees in pain while a bright blinding light engulfed my body. Next thing I knew, I was standing on a beach. The sand is the gentlest hue of gold with just the right comforting warmth. But it was something about the ocean that always drew me. It correlates so much with mortal life.

Chiri’s eyes ablaze with a pronounced ferocity inspired by her battle with the Kraken, they were mildly unsettled by the fear that she instilled within them. Conveyed into the depths of the ocean by the blade lodged into the beast’s wounded tentacle. Chiri had soon found herself far below the rolling waves above after disembarking the vessel. Immediately confronted with the Kraken in the dark soundless waters, she had little time to dither in the undertaking of her mission. The heart in her chest pounding furiously as it struggled against the shock of being plunged into near freezing temperatures, it retaliated as she seized the handle of the knife in the creature. The symbols of the hexes e

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