Haunted Sea Novels & Stories

Hannah said. “Nah, you don’t worry.” “As I am sorry I couldn’t come with you either, Your Grace,” the Chief priest said. “I fear your mother’s act of death.” “It’s fine,” Susan said. “I’ll face her alone.” And with that, Susan vanished. The blood sea wasn’t like any normal sea. It was an actual body of water made up of blood, but hidden to the human eyes. Dark clouds settled over it, and Susan, with a blazing light around her, sped towards the sea.

Ethan commanded, kneeling beside her. She rolled onto her back, coughing out a mouthful of seawater. Her "long ash-brown hair" was matted with sand and kelp, her "piercing gray eyes" wide and bloodshot. She looked at the sky, then at the dark horizon where the "Chronicle" towers of the nearby towns should have been pulsing with their blue "Safety Beacon." There was nothing. The darkness was total, a "Total Sector Liquidation" that had turned the coast into a "Dead Zone."

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

Captain Nora hurried back toward the staircase. She returned moments later, breathing hard. “We’ve got company.” “The Dominion?” Samuel asked. “No.” She looked at Helena. “The sea.” Everyone frowned. “The sea?” Olivia repeated. Captain Nora nodded. “It’s rising.” ⸻ Professor Moreau hurried to a narrow stone window overlooking the hidden harbor. His face paled. “The water…” It was climbing the cliffs. Not as a wave. Not as a flood. As though the sea itself were rising to swallow the island. Helena whispered,

But somehow… part of me did. Trevor stared at the ships with pure horror. “No.” Nobody answered him. Because honestly? There was nothing to say. We were trapped in the middle of the ocean between a giant sea monster, a hunter fleet, and a storm trying to kill us. At this point my life genuinely felt cursed again. The Hollow circled beneath the ship slowly, glowing red eyes visible under the dark water. Waiting. Watching. The spirit beast remained near us too, silver flames glowing across its massive body while it growled toward the approaching fleet.

[The Rising Tide] The sound was not a roar; it was a groan, a deep, tectonic weeping that vibrated through the soles of my feet and into my very marrow. Through the reinforced glass of the Core, the horizon of New Macau was changing. The sea, once a shimmering sapphire girdle around our high-tech paradise, was retreating with an unnatural, predatory speed. It left behind miles of grey, glistening silt and gasping reefs—a bared throat waiting for the knife.

- The Ghost-Queen (younger, whole, screaming my name like a prayer) as the Sky Court’s ancient fleet opened the heavens and let the ocean fall upward. The storm is alive. And it’s furious. It tries to separate us. Currents like claws rip at our circle. Remy’s hand is torn from mine. Seras vanishes into a whirlpool of screaming faces. Kayo’s tails are pinned by chains made of drowned prayers. Lucian’s wings are crushed by pressure that shouldn’t exist. Rowan’s grimoire pages are ripped out one by one by one. Nerida’s tentacles are tangled in the ghosts of drowned leviathans.

One enormous, slow-moving shadow floated above them, briefly blocking the dim glow of the surface far above, before fading into the deeper black. Seraphine hid behind Eryx. “Was that?” “A whale,” Eryx said. “Just a whale.” “An underwater sky-whale,” Rian squeaked. “That’s scarier.” Ianthe hummed. “Pretty.” Kael didn’t relax. “If it’s big enough to block our view, it’s big enough to swallow us.” “Kael,” Alessia murmured in warning. “Sorry.” He wasn’t sorry. Sorrel tugged Alessia’s sleeve. “Is the sea angry?”

At that moment, the sky trembled, and the earth quaked. The sea of blood was unimaginably vast, blotting out the sky and casting the world into a crimson hue. Its terrifying power sent chills down the spines of all who were watching. The boundless sea of blood instantly swallowed the 900-yard poisonous dragon that Marley and Murphy had desperately unleashed without even making a ripple. "Impossible!" Marley and Murphy were in utter disbelief. The next second, their scalps tingled with fear as the terrifying sea of blood came crashing down toward them.

Their red, maddened eyes were gone, replaced by closed lids and slack jaws. Dead. All of them. Her heart began to pound. She pushed herself upright, water parting around her shoulders without resistance. The sea moved as if it knew her weight, adjusted itself to support her instead of dragging her down. Elise stared around slowly, dread and disbelief settling in her stomach. There were dozens of them. No—more than dozens. The destruction stretched far beyond what she could immediately see. The water carried the scent of ozone and salt and something scorched, as if lightning had burned the sea itself. The air felt wrong too, thick and hollow, like it had been emptied and refilled improperly.