Global Survival Game On The Ocean Novels & Stories

And I was only the puppet; put under the ax then saved only to be put on strings. "They don't love us. They hate us and have always hated us, we are a curse and have always been seen as curses...we were made to be wiped out, but we were also made to survive..." Izon came again now. "It's how we survived their evil massacre and it's how we survived when we fled to the forest... it's our survival that makes us rogues..." he said calmly, folding his arms. "It's what makes us Omegas..."

As we lifted off into the sky, the city shrinking beneath us, I caught her reflection in the window — calm, fierce, unflinching. For the first time in my life, I realized the truth: I didn’t need to protect Ocean from my world. I needed to protect the world from us. Because together, we weren’t just dangerous. We were unstoppable. And if Marcus Hale thought he could resurrect ghosts, he was about to learn what happens when two survivors stop running and start hunting. As the helicopter cut through the dawn, my phone buzzed. A live feed loaded on the screen — Hale again, smirking.

I can sense that he hates me a lot. In the Angel organization, hunters must learn about werewolf packs; Although the information is scanty, it is still necessary to understand. So I also know a little about Dead Ocean. Dead Ocean is an archipelago located separate from the werewolf world. The archipelago is protected by mutant fish. Dead Ocean does not participate in any wars. Everyone in the pack is amiable and peace-loving. That's all I know about Dead Ocean. I've always been curious about what kind of fish the mutant fish that guard the Dead Ocean Islands are like. And I also want to know how the werewolves in Dead Ocean managed to control those mutant fish.

He managed to get away knowing that he needed to find the Ocean God quickly if his people were going to survive. Triton looked at him in shocked disbelief, he knew that his chosen mate wanted a Marmaeler, but understood the terms of our mating. Now she was willing to kill his daughter in order to force him into have a child, and she is killing and terrorizing his people and intended to play him for a fool. Triton thought as his powers came forward, the earth began to shake because the Ocean God was drawing water from the earth; it was coming forward to do the Ocean God's bidding. “My Lord, we have to get back to Atlantis, I am afraid of what the Ocean Queen will do to your people if she can'

"The old man didn't just upload a key... he triggered a complete system purge. Vesper has migrated into every financial node on the planet, and the global sync is irreversible!" Before Noah could raise his weapon to shatter the screen, a violent, high-frequency shockwave tore through the bedrock of the ocean trench. The entire vault shuddered with a cataclysmic groan of stressed concrete, and a cascade of heavy water burst through the ceiling conduits, instantly plunging the Vault of the Patriarchs into a roaring, freezing flood of deep-sea destruction.

Then, I shoved the stunned sound technician aside and inserted my military-grade USB drive. "Members of the press and everyone watching online. Today, not only have I returned alive, but I've also brought you all a real deep-sea documentary." I pressed play. The screens immediately cut away from the fake memorial footage and displayed the 4K high-definition audio and video from the deep-sea black box. "Stop playing dead! Just save your oxygen and start swimming up already! Zachary's dream is riding on you!" "Summer had my kid just to keep you around as her personal ATM!"

5 seconds later, the ground from the dead end and 20 feet backward slowly began to go down. It's an elevator. Soon, we're enveloped by darkness. After 5 minutes of waiting, a bright light shone through the cracks between the ground and the walls. And we're here. Welcome to The Keeper of The Keys, our organization's main base. The biggest base we have. About half a mile below the surface. And yet, with technologies, we can breathe fine. The base is triple times the size of a stadion, each room is divided by bulletproof glass. The floor is made of ceramic and light shone from the ceiling--the ceiling is literally made of lights.

Even master fighters would find standing on the surface of water steadily challenging enough, let alone a full-blown tussle above the sea! Thousands of pairs of widened eyes all over the cruise were trained at the battle, their attention rapt in the fear of missing out a single split-second moment. It was unprecedented, wild, and so outlandish that none of them had ever imagined seeing humans duking it out above the water. It was completely out of the world, out of their minds! Bang! The two clashed. An explosion fanned out with waves of water shooting upward from them, as though a TNT had just been detonated in the middle of the ocean. Showers of seawater traveled through the wind and drenc

What he needed most is the strength of all his senses. Suddenly, a loud voice has been heard, “Welcome everyone to the most-awaited, ‘Game of Fangs and Death’. Remember, this game is for five nights and only one among our twenty-two players will survive. The winner as a prize will be given a free pass and will be led to a secret passage, away from here, and at the end of that secret passage is the ocean where one of the submarines of the Alpha Pharoah is being docked and waiting for him.”

Mia had zoomed in so closely that the entire ocean looked like a living, breathing creature. “What am I looking at?” Damian asked. “Not ships. Not drones. Not Dominion frequencies,” Mia replied, fingers dancing over the controls. “This signal predates Dominion by decades.” Cole grunted. “How do you ‘predate’ a terrorist AI empire?” “By existing before them.” She pointed to the pattern on the map. “See this? It’s not random. It’s coded. Someone’s transmitting something under the ocean floor.” Damian stepped closer. “What kind of something?”