Global Survival Game On The Ocean Novels & Stories

Marcus Thorne's Sanctuary was a marvel of engineering—a massive, self-sustaining deep-sea habitat and server farm nestled in the absolute darkness of the Challenger Deep, the Mariana Trench. It was designed to survive a global nuclear war or a complete atmospheric collapse. For Marcus, it was the only place safe from the chaos he had intentionally created. Julian, Elias, and Kian immediately began preparations for the deep-sea journey, leaving Lena Sharma in the Curaçao bunker to manage the global comms blackout and the incoming flood of data.

Ewww! The moment I stepped back into my room, I felt so drowsy. Quickly I did a light skincare routine and wore a pink nightdress before tucking myself under the purple covers. “My life is perfect…” I whispered before darkness slowly enveloped my world. Then it happened again! Crawling along the grass, I could barely see any form of light or human around but something was missing. I felt it strongly in my bones that I needed to save someone! I called out a few times for help but no one came! As always no one cared about the wolfless omega!

They made sure she couldn't sleep. The gap between this new life and her old one was suffocating her. … A blanket of fog covered the safe zone when the first light of dawn rained on it. My teammates and I were checking our gear before we set off for an abandoned research center ten miles away. Rumors claimed the last ingredient we needed was there. We could use that to make the latest antiviral serum. Just when everything was accounted for and everyone was ready to go, Yvonne came up to us. Behind her was Yves. She dragged her here, obviously.

"No, it doesn't matter Kenzo. I understand." Of course, Kenzo would not have been able to find a single clue if Caramel had died. The man did not know Mother Caramel's face and her features. And if Kenzo only relied on a name, that too would be impossible. Because remembering there are many similar names used by residents in Los Angeles. So, I can tolerate Kenzo's efforts, Seina thought. "Thank you again, Kenzo." That was all Seina could do. Kenzo raised his head, he pulled the two ends of his lips. So that it forms a smile. "The game is in progress," him said, to himself.

Please help me save the girls over there, they need help. The ocean is approaching its highest and strongest waves and if that will happen no one will stay alive. They will not see each other. Neither the girls nor the boys. The waves will destroy them, like a thing floating in it. Like a boat that floats but suddenly sinks. They tried to find each other at the middle of the ocean. Yes! They were lost at the middle of ocean far from both islands. To save her bestfriend Vhiann, Hannah carried her bestfriend. She really want to save Vhiann but the reality is they will both die if no one will help her.

It was almost like all the land in the world didn’t exist anymore as all they could see on the horizon was an endless body of water. The fact that they were still alive was a miracle because within the one week since they got on the ocean, they were bombarded by burning heat, freezing cold and powerful storms that threatened to end their lives. Their food and resources ran out quick and they had to hunt for fish in the ocean to stay fed. Their resilience and will to live made it possible for them to survive but they wouldn’t last out here forever and desperately needed a way to get out of their predicament. . .

I couldn’t believe my ears; I was no longer a member of the Silver Moon Pack. This seemed so unrealistic; I couldn’t believe he would go this far just to please my worst enemy. Maybe they had both planned it out, and I was just their key to the biggest farmland and the oldest bungalow in the entire pack. A mere teacher who didn’t worth anything but her resources. A blunt Omega.

Just when the words barely roll off my tongue, the sound of the horn fills the Arena, indicating that the game is over. "Fuck!" Ocean hisses under her breath. "I was so darn close. But let me guess, this whole thing was your idea from the get-go, wasn't it? To make me think that I stand a chance against you?" Ocean throws her hair over her shoulder and shakes her head. Funny enough, she doesn't seem that surprised or upset. I know she wants the taste of actual freedom, but she has no idea how to survive out there, so that might be the reason why she's somewhat relieved about losing this game. Perhaps she's not ready to stay on her own just now. "You know me so well," I laugh as I offer her m

This was the physical survival I was built for—the Heir’s cold efficiency directing every ounce of my strength to keep us moving toward the shoreline. The escalation was a relentless tide of fire and water. As we reached the black sands, the ground split open. Geysers of scalding steam erupted from the cracks, and the once-still ocean was now a churning, blood-red monster. The Sovereign dropships were falling from the sky like dying insects, caught in the electromagnetic pulse of the island's destruction. "Doon!" I pointed to a small, discarded skiff near the jagged rocks.

I swam along the flow to where it was going to end . Not even long the light shone in , I had to be ready for whatever was going to appear. My shoulder was hurting . I was actually expecting to fall in a slump of shit but fell in water, I remembered that they had mentioned something about sewage dumped in the ocean. I swam all the way to the shore because obviously those guys were going to come to that place first . I rested a little , using my fingers to pull the bullet out . It hurt like shit. That was the first time in my mission had I ever been shot.