Deeper Than The Ocean Novels & Stories

Gazing out the window, Gideon remembered the ancient sea beast he had encountered in the depths of Kitherglen's deep sea. It was said that ancient sea beasts were most abundant in the ocean, but they dwelt in its deepest regions, beyond the reach of current human technology. Earth's landmass was relatively small compared to the vastness of the ocean, hinting at the rich biodiversity and mysterious nature of the underwater world. Gideon sighed, acknowledging that even with his extraordinary physical abilities that were far beyond those of an average person, he still couldn't venture into the ocean's depths. The ocean was far more formidable than the smaller abyss in Kitherglen.

Accompanied by Summer's utterly desperate screams and Zachary's hysterical curses, the heavy diving bell, now stripped of both the mother ship's support and its buoyancy, plummeted rapidly into the pitch-black abyss of the trench below. The static in my earpiece cut off abruptly, and the world fell into deathly silence.

However, as they moved farther from the coastline and the sun began to set, night fell. The ship grew quiet and solitary. In the vast ocean, there was nothing but water. It created a suffocating feeling. “We’ve entered the deep sea area...” Leon said to Andrius, “Even in the borders of the deep sea, there’s a chance of encountering groups of sea beasts...” Noir smiled brightly. “We won’t be that lucky, right?” Leon shrugged and said nothing. Then, most people returned to their respective rooms. Andrius sat on his bed, meditating. His extraordinary soul energy extended from his body, silently exploring the surrounding sea.

There was a smirk on her lips as she watch the survivors before her. "Everyone, may I please have your attention?" She called out. All lifeless eyes trained on her as she continued. "I know all of you must be scared and traumatized for what you have seen. There are only twenty-three of you here who survived and I am guessing some of you may be wondering why you're here, alive, while the others are dead. Others might also wonder where you are and why you are here." A pause. Her eyes looking at all of us before she continued. "Well, for starters, we are deep in the pacific ocean more than ten thousand meters under. But if you would like us to be specific, we are in Atlantis."

The stones were extracted using special magic and equipment. "hmm I wonder how..." the sea near Rene had at least ten thousand feet in depth. The oyster tribe, the shark tribe, and other underwater tribes can only survive above the range of thousand feet. Below that their bodies will constrict and they would be killed by the external force of the water pressure. He had not seen any aquatic tribes swim below thousand feet. 'Maybe they are special cultivators," Cultivators whose cultivation is very high can handle the water pressure. Their bodies will naturally form a spiritual layer around them and I will protect them from death.

All I could do was let one last terrified scream as my body plunged deep into the vast waters. Pain… That was all I could feel from the electricity burning through my body, to the water drowning me and filling up my lungs. My life force was dissipating bit by bit as the waves drifted me aimlessly. All I could do was extend my hands upwards trying to hold on to life as the water pulled downwards. “Save me.” I lifelessly whispered and pleaded to God.

Mariana’s excitement spill out once again, doing a few jumps this time. “Those people are real?! Do they live on those flying rocks too?!” Mariana asked eagerly. “Of course, they are real,” answered Marina. “And no. The earth-dwelling dwarves, the little people, live underground. There might even be some living under our village! The sirens, the fish people, live in vast seas and oceans.” “Seas and oceans?” Mariana tilted her head as she heard an unfamiliar word. “Seas are like big basins of water. Imagine our village is a basin. Then, fill it up with water. Lots of them! Seas, however, are bigger than our village, my child. Seas are a lot of villages put together!” Marina exclaimed.

I swim at a glacial pace weaving around a school of fish and start to swim deeper past the continental slope and along the seabed, stopping when I approach the edge of the ocean trench. I lower my body to the seabed and let my fingers sink into the grains of sand beneath me. From here I can see the outline of our old kingdom at the depths of the trench; still intact and perfectly preserved under the sea. Long ago this kingdom resided on the surface and was attached to the mainland, but in a cataclysmic event, was swallowed by the sea. The God of the Elements, Ezillus, used his magic to preserve the kingdom and those within.

It began to drift rapidly away from the ship, toward the jagged, open reefs of the deep ocean. More gunshots cracked from the deck. But you cannot shoot the ocean. And you cannot shoot ghosts. "They are swimming back," Elias said, his voice tight with the strain of holding the Firewall array. "They are deep. They are staying under." I ran down the remainder of the goat path to the edge of the surf. I waded into the freezing water up to my knees, ignoring the agonizing cold, my eyes scanning the black waves. A head broke the surface. Then another.

The Crimson Maw crested the final, colossal wave of the Sinking Shelf, its reinforced keel slamming down onto the churning surface with a concussive force that sent a shower of freezing, glowing-green brine arching over the main deck. We had reached the absolute border of the civilized world. Behind us lay the boiling, thermal-swept harbor of our new capital; ahead lay the boundless, black emptiness of the Great Deep. The storm had passed, but the air here was different—colder, heavier, pressurized by the immense gravity of the underwater chasm yawning just a hundred fathoms beneath our hull.