Global Survival Game On The Ocean Novels & Stories

“Dad.” Her voice dry from long silence. “I won’t forgive anyone. I have no interest in a tearful revenge drama.” She went to the safe, input the code. Click—the door popped open. She locked the precious Z-7 strain into a blast-proof box, methodical like loading a sniper rifle. “I’ve seen OceanTech’s discharge data. They’ve been killing the sea and your work. Since they dared invite me, this table, I’ll overturn it for them.” The summit’s theme was “Marine Sustainability.”

The Alpha trials I've read about them, they are series of intense challenges designed to test the strongest Alphas and determine who is the top dog, some Alphas who couldn't hack it, were never the same. I can’t survive it, the testosterone and the scents, aggression and dominance, I don't think the suppressants would hold. It would overwhelm me, my suppressants can only do so much. I'm an Omega, it could even trigger my heat.

I said, even though I didn’t have any money left. But I could sell the villa—it's mine. I heard a mocking laugh. And that was all. No one talked. The front screen lit again and a running red font appeared simultaneously with the sound from earlier: [Congratulations! You have been selected for the Survival Game. Make sure you entertain your audience to get extra hearts.] A chill ran down my spine. Adrenaline peaked to its climax and my body trembled. “Extra what?” I snapped. But it seemed nobody cared to answer.

“Ocean, whatever it is, it doesn’t matter right now. Just rest.” He shook his head slowly. “It matters. Because he’s coming.” I felt the air leave the room. “Who?” “Ethan.” His voice dropped to a broken whisper. “He never died that night. I thought he did. We all did. But he survived. He’s been alive… building his own empire. Gathering power. Waiting for me to weaken.” The words hit like a slap. “No,” I breathed. “That’s not possible. We buried...” “It was someone else in that grave.” Ocean coughed hard, blood flecking his lips. “I only found out two years ago. I tried to handle it quietly. I didn’t want to bring that darkness back into our home. Back to you. Back to our children.”

You survived, but Millie will never come back! "Is the ocean cold? Felicity, stay here forever and atone for your sins with her!" As he finished speaking, he burst into a manic laugh, chilling in the night air where only the waves crashed. And in the next moment, he pressed me down into the ocean with all his might. No matter how I thrashed, I couldn't break free. As my consciousness faded, I felt myself being thrown into the water, left to be swallowed by the waves. I began to sink, deeper and deeper.

Countless people jumped into the sea trying to survive, and only this group made it. At first, they lived off whatever they could salvage. They picked through debris on the island, gathered whatever washed ashore from the ship, and slowly built a small survivor base. Using the island's signal tower, Tavian kept sending broadcasts, drawing in more survivors over time. They called this place Eden. "What's it like where you're from?" Hayley asked. "Bad," Tavian said, shaking his head. "Coastal cities are completely overrun. I've contacted 21 survivor camps so far. Ten are gone. The remaining 11 say things inland are getting worse. Zombies keep evolving, and space is shrinking. They're barely ho

In the end, the nurses had to call security to stop things from turning into a tragedy. However, rumors started circulating about how the CEO of the Carlisle Group was a domestic abuser and a murderer who had tried to kill his pregnant wife. To minimize their losses, the Carlisle Group's business partners started pulling out one after another. As for Gabriel, the younger son of the Carlisle family who had been spoiled all his life and was free to design jewelry and pursue his passions instead of inheriting the family business, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood. At the time, he had just taken part in the latest jewelry design competition and was sitting in the audience, waiting for t

Hence, the engagement banquet went ahead as planned. No one could have imagined it would be the last celebration I ever attended alive. Three hours after the banquet ended, I was stuffed into a sack and thrown into the ocean.

"Enjoy your dry land, Wolves. We are initiating the Deluge Protocol. We are melting the ice shelves. In fourteen days, the oceans will rise, and the Open World will drown." The hologram blinked out of existence, plunging the penthouse back into the dull, grey light of the storm. We stood in stunned silence. "Fourteen days," Reyes whispered, the sheer logistical nightmare of the threat hitting her tactical mind. "They're going to raise the global sea level. They’re going to flood the entire continent." Jax looked at Dax, the mercenary's usual bravado faltering. "King... I can chop a mech in half. I can fight a Founder. But I can't fight the ocean."

At this point, Oceana was already tired from running and had made up her mind that she was gonna die. ' good bye mummy ' she said in between her breath as the beast made it mighty intimidating steps towards her. The beast got to her and only it's breath was able to burn Oceana's cloth. "Ple...ase don't... Kill me" she begged. The beast grunted and took hold of her neck burying his fingers and making blood trail down her neck. Just as the beast was about to eat off her head, a bright blinding light shone. ~~~~~~~