Crimson Ocean Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

But I knew the risks when I said yes, father had made sure I knew that it would be a difficult pregnancy if or when I grew with child. I didn’t want to sound selfish but I was worried about my body not bouncing back or feeling alien to me. I had worked hard to maintain a somewhat ideal exercise and nutrition regimen that was completely forgotten when I arrived at Tencrest. Would I recognize myself when I was done growing a baby? But that was another one of my silly human worries that I tried not to bother Nathaniel with. “I do want to remind you that this isn’t about you but the Crimson Accord. It is our duty to follow the treaty and do everything we can to produce peace. Crimsonborn are a b

It said he cares nothing about the lives of his subjects, or anyone else in the world, that he is evil through and through. If all that is true, he will certainly have no mercy for a poor Forest Kingdom woman sneaking over his border. I try to forget about it as we continue, though my hands still shake. Somehow, we make it past the Oceana soldiers and out to the coast. I freeze in stunned silence when we first reach the ocean. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Bright blue water stretches into the horizon without a speck of land to be seen. I’ve never looked so far at anything. Its waves crash violently against the sharp rocks we’re climbing on, and I’m terrified of falling in.

She pushes back without even knowing it, her heartbeat tugging the sea toward stillness. The Choir wails, their harmony cracking. The current shreds around me, forcing me to my knees. Pain floods my veins salt, pressure, fire. “Not yet,” I breathe. “Not while she sleeps beneath that crown.” I press my palms into the circle. The coral cuts deep, blood curling into ribbons that twist upward, crimson threads weaving with the water’s blue. The tide calms, holding the red inside its waves. The Choir quiets, their forms dimming.

was born. As Chapter 116 closes, the "Mist-Link" on the surface "Snapped." The coastal refugees suddenly felt the "Cold" of the water. They didn't "Drown," but they "Woke Up." They began to swim back to the shore, their skin no longer "Indigo," but "Standard-Human" with a "Faint-Glimmer" of the deep. Avery Vane-Thorne sat in the Nereus, watching the "Silas-Signal" fade into "Static."

Zane and I tucked the girls in not longer after that, and I read from what was now officially the girls’ second-favorite book. With a smile, I opened the book, admiring the illustrations Grace and Chloe had already seen and cooed over. “Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could sound it, and many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.

The wind wailed afore the catastrophe and the trees shook their leaves slowly as though pitying us. We had been told earlier that we need each other for survival but none was cautioned that the golden orb we all embarked on for our specie was to spawn wickedness and jealousy in our hearts as we tried to secure it for ourselves—and specie. Margaret was the first to get to it; the orb. She was a werewolf, the fittest of us all. As she touched the orb, hundreds of spooky ghosts like the shadows of varmint, soared from above the ground and attacked her like a swarm of angry bees. Before I fled, two ghosts pulled out her eyeballs before floating into her sockets. Another laughed as it forced its

Cassain says sharply. I see them. Three dark figures swimming quickly toward the royal nursery. Toward the chamber where the boys stay. Something inside me snaps. The water around my body begins to glow. Silver light ripples through my hair as the crown forms slowly on my head. Power floods through my veins like a storm breaking loose. The ocean answers me instantly. Currents slam into the attackers like invisible fists. One of them is thrown violently into a coral wall. The other two struggle to fight the sudden pressure of the water.

Here's Chapter 6: The Mouthless Trench from River Witch II: The Salt-Blooded, expanded to 500 words and blended slightly with the tension that begins to rise in Chapter 7—without revealing too much too early. The ocean had moods, and tonight, it sulked. The crew of the Red Whisper had grown eerily quiet. Even the usual murmurs and crude jokes faded into silence as the boat neared the coordinates etched into the back of Solana’s vision—coordinates whispered by water, dreamed in salt. Ahead, the sea deepened into a ravine locals called The Mouthless Trench, a place avoided even by the boldest fishermen.

Born of three bloods, raised in disguise, The forgotten one will rise. Four princes will hunt, four hearts will claim, But only one will speak her true name. In the academy where lambs are led, The hunter shall become the hunted instead.* My hands trembled as I pushed the journal away. "This is crazy." "This is your destiny," Nana corrected. "And now that you've been selected for Crimson Moon Academy, it's begun." "I won't go," I said firmly. "I'll refuse. I'll run away."

This chapter contains the next 10 chapters of Born By Power Chaos And Apocalypse. (11-20) The next chapter will be about the sneak peaks of The Uprise Of Hell which is the second book in the Born By Power Series. CHAPTER 11 AN UNTOLD STORY The lights of an unfamiliar nature rolls over the sky, circumferentially meeting with the clouds as the rays of sunlight hit the wet hair on the wet sand of the shore of what seemed to be an empty beach. Rocks and rocks and rocks, sleeping by the side of the river as it moved in and out, washing the rocks and leaving behind an extra shine of smoothness. The eyes twinkled as the forehead crumbled up. The glare and warmth of the half beaming light in additio