Deep Books Novels & Stories

She had seen it across two years of seminars and late nights and conversations that went longer than either of them planned. He looked up. "This shit," he said carefully, "is significantly deeper than I thought." A beat. "Are you sure I'm supposed to be hearing all of this." "No," Zara said. "Fantastic." He nodded slowly. "Fantastic." Caelith looked at the three of them in her small apartment. Elias on the couch processing depths he hadn't signed up for. Zara sitting with the particular stillness of someone for whom none of this was surprising because it was simply the water she had always swum in.

"Mrs. Simpson, I beg you. Please tell me where Summer is buried. I'll do anything you ask me." "Absolutely not," Mom said mercilessly. Andrew had tried to get my skeleton back to the neurosurgical department, but unfortunately, since it was a specified donation, it couldn't be changed. I didn't particularly care—it was a donation, so it didn't matter where it was placed. Yves did not think so. He disinfected the spot that he had prepared for my skeleton at least eight times. It was weird; I'd never thought that I would be able to see my entire skeleton.

Deep’s father spoke. Dr. Reynolds took a deep breath, trying to find the right words to convey the extent of Deep's injuries without causing any further distress. "I'll be honest with you. Deep has sustained severe injuries. He has deep cuts and bruises all over his body, indicative of a brutal assault. I honestly don’t know how he is even still breathing after all the torture he seems to have gone through. Additionally, several bones are broken, and there might be internal injuries we are yet to fully assess."

When I get home I get through my night just as I predicted, bath, dinner: bed then Netflix. Half way through an episode of The prodigal son, I find my self bored out of my mind. I just can’t seem to get my mind to settle. “I need sex” I say to the empty room and naturally my hand snakes down to my pussy over my pyjamas . And my she’s so hot, I can feel my pussy’s heat through my pyjama pants.

“Two more fled. One spoke of something they call the Deep Root.” Marwen sat slowly on the circle’s stone rim, her bones cracking with the movement. “The Deep Root,” she echoed. “I prayed I would never hear that name again.” “What is it?” Aria pressed. “Some kind of god?” Marwen shook her head. “No. The gods feared it. It is older than wolves, older than humans. A thing that sleeps beneath the veins of the earth.” Kael scoffed. “You’re talking in riddles, Elder.”

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.

“Asking what?” Aria’s voice softened. “Who we are.” The courtyard’s central crack widened slightly. From it, faint lines branched outward across the stone like the beginning of a vast tree drawn in light. Not destruction. Design. Damien stepped closer to Aria, gaze sweeping the expanding pattern. “It’s mirroring the foundation.” “Yes.” The realization struck her fully. The Deep was not projecting chaos. It was projecting structure. Its structure. And waiting to see what they would do with it.

I faced the direction of the voice and i saw a guy of average height, he's dark in complexion, he's on low cut and well dressed, he looks cool and really familiar, but he isn't in my class, where did I see him? "Hey" I answered. "I'm Dewunmi, you are Ethan right?" He asked "Yes I am" "I'm from the humanities department so I'm sure you don't know me" he said with a smile. "Yeah, I don't" I kept wondering why he stopped me. "Is he gay? Oh God! My anus!" I thought. "I saw the video, it was completely hilarious, it's the talk of the school" he noticed the confused look I wore and said "the video where you kicked Henry's ass" he said and giggled while I widen my eyes.

“Same here.” He rolled out of bed, and I couldn’t help but watch as he started getting dressed. His movements were effortless, confident and I found myself staring at the way his muscles shifted under his skin, the lines of his body strong and defined. I bit my lip, a flush creeping up my neck. Last night had been… intense. More than that, it had been a reprieve. Lately, depression had been a heavy fog, clinging to me, making every step feel like wading through quicksand. My father’s death, my mother’s breakdown, the endless questions with no answers—it was all too much. But with Alex, in those stolen moments, I could forget. In his arms, I could let go of the pain, even if just for a little

"We either finish this, or they become gods in three days when the Blood Moon rises." The ground beneath us shook. Not from the site's disruption. From something else. Something massive stirring beneath the frozen earth. "What was that?" Caspian's brown eyes were wide. Through my Truthsight, I looked deeper. Looked past the site, past the mountain, down into the earth below. And I saw it. Another entity. Not the Devourer. Something else. Something older. Something my grandmother had imprisoned beneath all seven sites. Something the sites had been containing along with everything else.