Deep Dark Sea Game Novels & Stories

These jokers surely had to come soon, they only gave us enough food for a couple days. We were deep in a game of Bull Shit, one of my favorite card games when we heard someone. We both clung to each other and waited. After several locks and a bunch of noise, the door opened and there stood three guys, all in black with ski masks on. Sorry asses, can’t even show their faces. “You!” The guy pointed at Eve. We held each other tight. He walked toward her with a newspaper, shit he was going to do a ransom video or something, I’ve seen these on TV.

Something inside him broke. His possessiveness detonated. He surged forward. A massive hand locked onto her waist. Heat, violence, and restraint collapsed at once. The moment his fangs moved toward her neck— WHOOOM—! Outside the panoramic glass— Deep beneath the frozen Arctic sea— A green light ignited. It pierced the darkness like a blade. The entire cabin was washed in eerie green. Then— the deep-sea radar exploded. BEEP! BEEP! BEEP—! Seven thousand meters below the ice shelf.

"Good. From this moment on, you have exactly one life. And it belongs to me." She tilted her head, looking back at Sebastian. Her lips moved in a silent, imperceptible ghost of a phrase: The third drop. I have it. Sebastian’s silver eyes were a chaotic storm of pride and agony. He stepped forward, taking his place half a step behind her—her shadow, her guardian, her weapon. But the game wasn't over. From the dark waters to the starboard side, a ghost-like submarine, painted in a matte black that seemed to swallow the light, breached the surface. On its conning tower was a stark, white emblem of a serpent with its jaws wide.

] I merely replied, [Then, am I just to wait for death? [No. There's another solution.] Dr. Chenowith sent me a screenshot of a map. A red marker glowed in the middle of nowhere, 300 kilometers away from the city. It was an abandoned lighthouse. [That’s the original signal reception site. There’s a jammer there. It can sever your link to it, but you have to reach it before full Deep Sea-fication.] [Remember. No matter what you hear or see, don't stop the car. It uses your strongest emotions and memories to stop you.]

Silently I cast an [Appraisal] on the dead corpse. {Name: Seed of the Deep Ones Threat Level: 3 Type: Undead/ Parasite Description: A parasitic monster that latches onto a host and slowly draining the life of their host, gains the strength of 2/3 of their host. The seed of the deep ones was a monster that feeds on souls and mana, prefers living environment was underwater, only able to stay out of water for only 24 hours. Classified as a hunter and a collector for a Deep one: Chutlusia, lord of the underwater.}

And absolute, impenetrable darkness covered my eyes. A blindfold. I took a slow, deep breath, forcing my heart rate down, letting my predatory instincts analyze the environment. The air was cold, damp, and heavy with the scent of concrete and old dust. A basement. Away from the city center, judging by the complete absence of low-frequency traffic hums. Then, the heavy click of boot heels echoed against the concrete floor, moving slowly out of the shadows. "Wake up, Malakai," a female voice spoke from the dark.

♠ Traè, Thames Empire. As/A: 3088. Motionless and lost in a shallow reverie, the young lad's head heaves high, as he stares into the darkening clouds and the bowing golden sun. The thoughts of nothingness lingers through his mind. His fist clenches in anger, and his shoulders shudder in fear. The world he knew made sense, but his present reality was a lamp dwelling within a bushel: hidden, obscure and dangerous.

What he needed most is the strength of all his senses. Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.”

Four thousand metres under the Encrient , where sea dwellers dwelled in their vertical cities of stone, A dark haired orealea pulled a cloak over her head. She turned to the other female sea dweller in the room so that she could see her green eyes. The other sea dweller was behind bars. Hard stone bars that confined her in a tiny room. "You don't have to do this." The sea dweller said from behind bars. "I'm sorry," The dark haired one said. "But did you ask my opinion before turning on me for the sake of that stupid human?"

Oran’s cock was nothing compared to this monstrous thing. There is no way that is going to fit in my mouth. I stared at it, lips parted, breathing fast. A mix of fear and filthy excitement twisted in my belly. “What’s wrong, Mother?” Soren asked, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He stared down at me like a Greek god looking at a lowly mortal, silver eyes narrowed with pleasure and hips curled in a smirk. I licked my lips, trying to find words, but he grabbed the thick base of his cock and stepped closer until the heavy, throbbing head was just inches from my face.