Fiction Ocean Books Novels & Stories

In an hour, they were in the air and on their way to New Orleans. ------------------------------------ Ocean opened her eyes and everything was charged. She looked around, the room looked familiar but it wasn't her room. She got up and looked through the window above the head of the bed. She saw a dark forest. The same forest she dreams about every night. That's when she got it that it's her uncle's house. But she didn't know when and how she got here? Her father did as he said, she never came to New Orleans after that incident. So how come she's here? She couldn't remember at all. All she knew was that she was praying for her parents arrival on her birthday and she must have fallen asleep w

Anton murmurs to me as I sit next to him, facing Laila, who sits against the far arm of the L-shaped couch. I just pat Anton on the head before conjuring up a cup of coffee and reaching for a donut from the table. “What are you reading, Laila?” “A book on earth’s oceans,” she murmurs, flipping through the pages with wide eyes. “You have fascinating marine life.” “Good choice of distraction,” I say, grinning at Anton and taking a bite of my donut, enjoying myself even despite the rather harrowing start to the morning.

I managed to plaster a huge smile on my face before my grip started to loosen. “I love you” I whispered into thin air as the cold water of the sea welcomed me with open arms. Is this how my life ends? My arms are sore, my legs are numb, and I’m slowly running out of breath. I tried opening my eyes to see the underwater for the first and last time when suddenly something caught my eye. My book! It was as if it swam its way towards me and the moment it touched my reaching hand, a bright light pulled me inside. Wait what?! What’s this? I can breathe!

Khloe spoke and I gazed up at her with my eyebrow raised. Looking down at the book, I turned the pages and stopped at the latest note. The rest of the pages were still blank but with only a few notes then it would be complete already. I glanced at Khloe first and she motioned me to go on so I gripped the edges of the book and read every word on the paper: " Ocean soul sparkles and lingers Silent cries whispering to the air Golden mare gliding between my fingers Her vast agony is too much for me to bear

Each book seemed to hold the answers to countless mysteries, waiting to be discovered by those who sought enlightenment. They swam through narrow aisles, their tails propelling them effortlessly, as they searched for a specific section of the library. The books varied in size and color, reflecting the vast array of subjects and disciplines encompassed by the merfolk's pursuit of knowledge. From ancient histories to intricate spellcasting, from the poetry of the deep sea to the intricacies of political systems, the library held the collective wisdom of Aqualeara.

"Please don't cry… It hurts me to see you like this." Perhaps he had loved me, I thought. But it didn't matter now. We had already reached the point of no return. Rain lashed down at midnight, yet Gabriel was still outside. He didn't have an umbrella, and he didn't seek shelter from the rain. He just stood stubbornly in the storm. I looked at his soaked figure through the peephole. He had been just as drenched the day he pulled me out of the ocean. Even so, I held firm and didn't let him inside.

And then, nestled among the grains, I noticed something else: seaweed. But not any kind, Drellen Kelp. It only grew in the deepest parts of the reef, away from the gentle currents. It was the kind that wrapped around shipwrecks, and I picked it up, wondering what it was doing in my bedroom. Had Darian been to the ocean? My eyes shifted to the book, and my heart lurched in my throat at the page it was on. It was on the last page I read, which was about the mate bond. It was the section that mentioned the drowning, and my throat tightened as a sick twist coiled deep within me.