Enderal The Voice From The Water 소설 & 이야기

Blood in the Water The chute spat them out hard into the wet darkness. Jalen hit first, the stagnant water closing over his head. It was black, thick with rot, and she gagged when he broke the surface. Evandra landed beside him with a splash that echoed like thunder in the enclosed space, his weight dragging them both down for a heartbeat before she shoved them back up.

Smile lines that would never be on anyone who hadn't got a heart. "Fetch him water, Chimalma." The guttural voice sent a shiver down Lloyd's spine. "And he will speak his piece." He gestured for Lloyd to sit, dropping with ease into a cross-legged position. "Make it short. You needn't tell me of demons and spirits. They make themselves known. That is the only reason I haven't sent any out to drive you back. The ship has been on these shores before and taken the lives of the young."

I strip off the t-shirt and make my way into the water, goosebumps erupt on my skin from how cold the water is. “Alright Siren, time to come out.” I mutter. I can feel my Siren’s excitement as she pushes herself forward, my teeth sharpening to points, my eyes bleeding black, and my legs turning into a tail with beautiful iridescent blue scales. Time to sing bitch. Covey says with a cackle. And so, I sang, I started with one of my favorite songs Far Side of the World by the band Tide Lines from the Human Realm. The water starts to swirl around me as I sing, since there isn’t a command in my song, the water doesn’t go anywhere.

But then, all of a sudden, Burn. The gel filled my bronchi, and a cool, pure oxygen rush my blood flowed through. The pressure disappeared into my ears. The panic Drums of my heart calmed down. “Holy mother of junk...” I heard Nova’s voice, which is strangely muted, but clearly hit by the radio. “We breathe under water.” “Printing in the hull is optimal,” Silas reported, whose voice through the gel strangely gurgelling sounded, but was full of scientific enthusiasm. ‘The

I have just enough time to take a full breath before we hit the cold-as-fuck water. I go under, feel my feet find the bottom, and push up hard, breaking the surface gasping. "Fuck! Oh, god," I let out, which is all I have for a moment, and then I notice two figures running toward us from the bank and have one panicked second before I realize they're production staff with long microphones, sprinting to catch whatever we say. I ignore them completely and turn back to Adrian, who surfaces a second later. "Holy shit," he breathes, then tips his head back and lets out a whoop that echoes around the whole valley, "Ah! The water did not look this cold from afar. Jesus fuck."

"Excruciatingly." Before Revira could protest, Eldric gave a signal. "Now, Rakar. Hold him tight. Don't let him go, no matter what happens." Rakar nodded. He gripped Ardan's shoulders and legs, holding him down on the stone. Eldric began chanting something in an ancient language that sounded harsh and rhythmic, then, with both hands, he scooped up the glowing river water. With a swift motion, Eldric poured the water directly onto Ardan's back, right over the blazing birthmark.

Drenched in the downpour, I was consumed by the suffocating sorrow, paralyzed by the overwhelming weight of emotions. I was relying on my ability to spot prey within ten miles. But the countless droplets cascading from above, racing down in a frenzied race, obstructed my sight. It was like being stranded in a sea; all I could see was just water. “Water!” The Crystal Water Pack’s name was the answer to all the difficulties that crossed my mind at once. It was in the North, so I rushed to my car and called my Gamma. “Contact the Alpha of the Crystal Water Pack and deliver my message to send his army in the free district right now.

I turned in every direction, but there was nothing to see, only that endless gray, curling and breathing like a living thing. Then the world tilted. The ground gave way. I fell, or thought I did, tumbling into blackness that had no end. When I hit the ground, it wasn’t ground at all but water. It was shallow and still, black as ink, stretching forever. I rose slowly, gasping. My reflection rippled beneath me, faint and strange, as if I didn’t belong to it. And then came the voice. Ancient. Cold. Everywhere. Callen of the Crimson Pack.

The roar of the ocean suddenly sounded like it was happening inside her skull. "What the f**k?" Vane froze, his gaze dropping to the dark puddle spreading on the grating beneath her feet. "No. No, no, no. Not here. Not now." "Vane..." Elara’s voice was a shredded whisper. She gripped the railing so hard the rusted metal bit into her palms. Her knees buckled. A contraction rolled through her, a massive, tectonic shift that forced a raw, guttural scream from her throat. "The water... it’s... ahh! F**k!"

Cord hauled himself up through the hatch, standing on the exterior of the bobbing iron sphere. "Vanguard!" the old master’s voice roared out over the crashing waves, completely devoid of his usual grumbling restraint. It was a raw, triumphant bellow of an Alpha who had just walked out of the underworld. I unbuckled my harness with stiff, agonizingly slow movements. I knelt beside Elara, gently lifting her shoulders. Her dark eyes fluttered open, squinting against the harsh sunlight pouring down from the hatch. "Jace?" she whispered, her voice incredibly weak.