Dark Waters Story Novels & Stories

“They’re our only chance to save the queen. They hold the power we need to save Queen Kimalissa from the poison she’s been given.” Caelan’s expression softens, though a trace of humor still lingers in his gaze. “I don’t know how to tell you this, Akin, so I’m just going to say it,” he says before taking a deep breath. “Bright Waters is a myth. It’s just a story used to lure greedy foreigners into the heart of Oceana where they’re met with swift justice from the Oceanans. It’s not a place any living soul has ever reached because it doesn’t exist.”

I prayed that this gamble would buy me a second chance. Debris floated everywhere in the murky floodwater, dangerous objects drifting aimlessly, just waiting to injure anyone in their path. I was lucky—every time something rushed toward me, I managed to dodge at the last second. However, a wooden plank came barreling through the current, cutting through the water like a weapon aimed straight at me. My instincts kicked in, and I dove beneath the surface, holding my breath just in time to avoid the impact. I remembered that there had been a long gash on Victoria's arm when they recovered her body. It hit me that Patrick had only survived because Victoria, a strong swimmer, had pushed the plank

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Faith and the wolf stood at the edge of the deep. Faith held onto Killian’s neck, and he stood like a pillar of stone beside her. Together, they pushed a final, crushing wave of energy into the black pool. The Dark Wolf let out one last, tormenting scream as it was completely pulled down into the depths of the earth. The black liquid followed, drained away into a prison so deep that no king or scientist would ever find it again. The Archive went silent.

I continued, the blood running cold in my veins, "the Hive-Mind used three Leviathans on the Jagged Coast to distract the wolves. When I killed those Leviathans, their bodies didn't evaporate. They just lost their structural integrity and collapsed into puddles of hyper-compressed water." I looked out toward the western horizon, past the bustling city, toward the barren, irradiated wastes where the old empire had died. "We never cleaned up the corpses, Valerius," I said, crushing the letter in my silver-glowing hand. "We left thousands of gallons of pure, unadulterated abyssal water sitting in the mud. And the Imperial loyalists just figured out how to bottle it."

Lydia kicked furiously against the dark current, her blood roaring in her ears, her clawed fingers tearing through the water until her head finally burst through the surface. She broke through the fog, gasping violently for air, her lungs burning, her raw throat coughing up river water. Behind her, the night sky was torn open by a blinding, towering column of fire. The massive industrial barge was completely engulfed in a raging inferno, fuel lines rupturing into brilliant orange flames that painted the midnight fog in blood red light. Lydia watches her carefully constructed empire disappear inside a wall of flames. Clutching a slime covered wooden piling near the dark embankment, Lydia floa

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I instantly settled into the familiar embrace as both of us watched the sun set over our kingdom. I couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped my mouth. I had finally completed my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The look on my editor’s face was one of disbelief when I announced I was stopping all other books to focus solely on that one. I guess writing 1001 Dark Tales takes a long time, four years to be exact. Still, I had written enough books with the help of my quill that I had more than a steady income.

My heart pounded and I sank to one knee and my hands brushed the forest floor because the air felt electric and charged with something old and raw and terrible and the forest itself seemed to hum in response and shadows lengthened and twisted around me and they wrapped like dark silk and they were alive and they were waiting and they were the darkness that had been waiting for me since before I was born. "I did not mean to call you and I did not mean to wake the darkness that has been waiting in the northern territories since before the old laws were written because I only wanted to survive and I only wanted to protect the wolves who followed me and I only wanted to build a future where the

Deep fish is Under Lake food, bigger, darker blue, that lives where Oak roots go deepest and where First Mother water becomes First Mother blood. I knelt at edge of White ice island where my palms had been in white smoke that turned black smoke white, where Jax White Guardian hands had been over mine, white claws over white claws, White Moon on my neck pulsing with his white lines, and I stared into fishing hole where white claw held edge. Water in hole was glowing blue water, First Mother water that could be drunk again, water that could make more full anointed if other half anointed dared to drink, water that now bubbled not from heat of warm white flames but from something huge moving und

“You don’t have to thank me.” “Yes, we do.” “No.” She looked between them. “You don’t.” His eyes filled. He looked down. “We tried two other places.” The room went quiet. “What happened?” Crimson asked. The man swallowed. “First wouldn’t open the gate.” His gaze flicked toward Ethan. “The second didn’t have enough food.” Liam shifted beside me. The man twisted the cap on the water bottle. “They gave us a can of peaches and told us to keep moving.”