Dark Waters Story Novels & Stories

“We seek the Hydro-Node to break the Sequence! The Black Mountain is waking, and the sky is falling! We offer the Gold to those who have lived in the Dark for too long!” ​The lead Deep-Wolf—a massive creature with a tail like a leviathan and scars that glowed like neon across its flank—approached the glass. He didn't speak; he didn't have vocal cords for the air. Instead, he pressed a webbed, silver-clawed palm to the viewport, inches from my own hand.

​The impact with Blackwood Lake was like hitting a wall of liquid ice. The freezing water punched the air out of Elena’s lungs, and the weight of her sodden silk gown immediately began to drag her down into the prehistoric chill of the depths. Above her, the surface was a chaotic shimmer of red and blue police lights, distorted and beautiful, like a dream she was drowning in. ​She clawed at the water, her movements sluggish and panicked. The darkness was absolute. For a terrifying moment, she felt the current pulling her away, the silence of the deep whispering that it would be so easy to just stop fighting.

Elena breathed in a sharp, ragged gasp of air and dived straight into the freezing black currents after her oldest son, her inner wolf letting out a feral, earsplitting roar of absolute maternal panic that vibrated brutally across her fated bond. The water beneath the surface was a lightless, chaotic abyss of roaring white noise and violent pressures. The deep suction of the vortex spun her body around like a leaf, the freezing, contaminated current forcing its way into her lungs as she kicked her legs desperately, trying to keep the bleeding Maxim’s head above the waterline while swimming blind through the underwater debris fields. Massive chunks of fractured stone and twisted metal bars br

## DANTE’S POV A heavy, suffocating darkness held me under. It wasn't a peaceful sleep. It felt like drowning in thick, freezing oil, and every single breath required a massive effort. Somewhere above the surface, voices drifted like muffled echoes underwater, but I couldn’t reach them. I was trapped in the dark, my body just a useless, broken weight. Then came the warmth. It started at my hand, a sharp, trembling pressure, followed by something wet soaking through my sleeve.

He remembered every strange story he'd heard growing up. Fishermen disappearing. Boats found miles from where they'd sunk. Lights beneath the water. Voices heard during storms. Old sailors talking about kingdoms beneath the sea. Stories everyone laughed about. Stories told to frighten children. Stories that suddenly didn't sound so ridiculous. Marrine turned. Damien ducked. He pressed himself against the rock. His heart hammered. He waited. Nothing. Slowly, he looked out. Marrine was walking towards shore. She stopped. Then looked directly at the rock where he was hiding.

There was no escaping it, not this time… I held my breath as it took me under, into its soul crushing waters. I drew one last, shuddering breath, but it proved to be the fragile thread that snapped, unleashing the pent up torrent within. The Darkness, sensing its moment, surged forward with an unstoppable force, shattering the remnants of my control and engulfing me in its inky, abyssal depths.

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Yes, that will do. If you guys are wondering what a blind kid is seeing. Well, I can't see anything. That's it. Darkness. Dullness. I can't see but, I thank the heavens every single day that I can still hear them. It's just getting worse day by day. Although I can't be a burden here, I can't do anything but just thank them. They are the light in my dark path. They are my guide and I'm more than thankful for that. Curse that bastard. It's his fault. I can't be what I want to be anymore. I'll just be a bother with my whole life, am I? I can't help it. It's getting worse. I can feel this stupid tears building inside their cage, again. No no. I don't. I won't cry. Not again. Please, don't come o

I'm struggling through darkness. Far from all light, and love, and life. Death has swallowed me whole. Gasping for breath, I struggle against the black embrace of the ocean, bindings of frozen ebony velvet that hold and smother me, pulling me down, down, down. Far below, the bus falls through the shadows; far above, a maelstrom of shattered glass dances through the water. My body is tired. Thrashing wildly against the tide, I gasp for breath, and take in a lungful of burning saltwater.

asked Gerald, his interest now piqued. “Well… When Ryder battled me by the Red River in Fyre Cave, he tricked me and managed to get some river water on me! At the time, I was horrified and thought I’d surely die there. To my shock, when I forcefully used the diffusion method, I came to realize that I was capable of diffusing the river water! It was something I hadn’t even dared to think about doing before!” replied Saint Darkwind.