Giant Oc Novels & Stories

We rocketed down the dark exit tunnel just as massive slabs of concrete began falling from the ceiling behind us. The transport burst out of the tunnel entrance and into the open morning air, airborne for a terrifying second before slamming back onto the dirt road outside the city perimeter. "Look!" Leo said, pointing out the rear window. We all leaned back to look through the glass. The Spire, the majestic, terrifying tower of white glass that had dominated the skyline of Oakhaven for generations, was smoking from top to bottom. The giant weather-control grid overhead—the artificial blue sky that had kept us in a fake paradise—was cracking apart. Huge panels of glass and metal were falling

he said to her before they walked out. As it turned out, Dennis hadn't been exaggerating when he had called the division Olympus. It was, in fact, an Olympus. From what Megan could deduce from the chilly, seemly thin air that greeted them immediately they stepped out into the open, the building was actually constructed within a mountain to open at its top through the passageway they had taken. Everywhere she looked, bright blue afternoon sky stretched as far as she could see; a great silence reigning over the environment to be punctuated every few seconds by the sound of waves crashing against rocks below.

It was a massive fish, leaping and twisting through the air. Gideon immediately thought of the giant fish's blessing. Orabella had once mentioned that the giant fish beneath Beaumere's Seawell was a ninth-tier apex overbeast, an existence of unimaginable terror. If she had received the giant fish's blessing, then perhaps she had gained some of that apex overbeast's power. Maybe it was only for a single attack—one chance to unleash it… But that might be enough to kill Samson. "Orabella…" Gideon called her name softly, his expression complicated.

My arm left Higan's neck and I reached down to stroke myself as my orgasm neared. Higan's labored breath brushed my lips and he looked down at me. His lustful his gaze made me feel more turned on. I threw my head back and shut my eyes, moaning loudly as my orgasm washed over me. I shuddered as spurt after spurt of cum fell onto my stomach. "You're squeezing me so tightly, Jamie," he whispered before burying himself to the hilt and coming into the latex. I tried to catch my breath and Higan slowed down his thrusts before pulling out of me.

Dax asked, completely unfazed. "Worse," I said, my fingers flying over my keyboard as I decrypted a fresh packet of data pouring in from the coastal sensors. "The Ark in the Mariana Trench isn't an aerial fortress like Neo-Angeles. It's designated as Abyssal-One. It's a high-pressure, deep-sea manufacturing hub. And they aren't sending drop-ships." I hit a key, throwing the coastal radar onto the main holographic projector. The western coastline only thirty miles from our grounded crater was lighting up like a Christmas tree. But the signatures weren't in the sky. They were emerging from the ocean.

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

All the different buildings, the colour, I couldn’t see individual people but I could see movement and signs of life in the streets. But beyond that was something I never thought I would see in my entire life. The ocean. I had forgotten that the Royal city was costal and although it looks like the city spills out endlessly left and right it ends just short of a strip of white and then the beautiful crystalline blue waters of the Valeric ocean. I spin back around to see my brothers. I realise I must look like a small child right now, my eyes are wide with amazement and both hands are over my mouth in surprise.

Two months following the return from the northern shelf, the southern coast of the Sovereign Meridian was alive with the sound of pneumatic hammers and the steady hum of electric induction turbines. At the edge of the newly christened Port Solis, a massive concrete and steel breakwater extended half a league into the deep blue water of the gulf. This was the staging ground for the Trans-Oceanic Conduit—the ambitious joint venture between the Sovereign Meridian and the Western Empire designed to route clean, stabilized geothermal energy across the sea trench, rendering fossil fuels completely obsolete.

The Pacific Trench Hollow was not merely a scar; it was a cathedral of absence. Located seven miles beneath the surface of the ocean, it was a massive, pressurized void left behind by the Thorne Council’s "Project Abyss" an attempt to harvest geothermal data at the planet’s thermal limit. If it collapsed, the resulting displacement would trigger tsunamis that would rewrite the coastlines of three continents.

she asks, the big black guy turns around and looks at her only to reveal a pair of green eyes, what a contrast to his dark skin she thought, he looked smart, his height is something she will have to keep in her mind for a few days, but something was off, he had a scent, and it’s been a long time since she’s come in contact with a student that was like her, he had a scent but it wasn’t strong, it was like something was covering his scent like it was covered up by a heavy wood. “I’m sorry” for a huge guy, he cowers a lot, charlotte noticed the way his back was hunched, and even his hoodie looked like it has seen better days, she looked down only to notice the man had scars. And his hands were