Haunted Sea Novels & Stories

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

4:56PM I came back at Hue's place where we always stay. It's his family's beach house and It's my favorite place to be. In front of it is the sea with waves like a roller of gem-blue that travels through the white sand and at the sides of the house is the numerous coconut trees. But apart from being a breathaking and tranquil paradise is the innumerable memories that I cannot trade for anything in this world. The memories with my two best friends. That's all I could treasure.

Chapter 75 - For the Night’s Feast The soft white sand beneath Georgia’s feet crunched in her every step as she wandered the shoreline, watching the sun dip toward the horizon like a ball of fire kissing the blue sea, becoming one to be painted in brilliant hues of orange and red, casting a golden glow across the rippling waves. A calm breeze swept through the air, tangling gently in her hair, while the faint calls of seabirds circled overhead. She stopped for a moment, letting the beauty of the scene wash over her. It was almost surreal, standing here after everything that had happened, after all the blood and pain. The serenity of Havalu Island was the opposite of the chaos that haunted he

It was a low, mournful horn blast from the harbor—not the mechanical shriek of Malakai’s iron, but a deep, oceanic groan that felt like it was coming from the very bottom of the world. Félix sat up, his expression instantly shifting from lover to protector. He walked to the window, looking out at the dark sea. "Emma... look at the water." I joined him, wrapping a fur around my shoulders. The harbor wasn't calm. The water was receding, pulling back miles from the shore, revealing the ancient, kelp-covered skeletons of ships and sea-monsters. A messenger burst through the door, not even waiting for a command. It was Kaelen, his face pale, his High Shield glowing with a dark, metallic gold.

The last day on the Noel Imperial breaks with the specific cruelty of something about to end. I wake before the sun, my body still throbbing with the marks of the previous night. It isn’t exactly pain—it’s the deep physical awareness of having been completely possessed and still carrying every centimeter of that possession as a vivid memory engraved into my skin. The sea has returned to its impossible blue, as if yesterday’s storm had been only a violent dream that passed, leaving behind nothing but the echo of its fury in my muscles and soul.

My tastes weren’t easily matched by someone who I couldn’t tame. I wanted to get shitfaced drunk and forget that Lena ever existed. Forget that I’d thought that I loved her. That I’d been willing to forget about finding my mate just to be with her. Turning down the radio, I looked out on the water as I drove. The sounds of the sea soothing me, reminding me of nights spent on the beach with my friends. Bonfires and booze, laughing while Conrad had played his guitar. Before he’d found his mate, back when we’d all been mostly single.

Lucy stuttered, "L...let me go! A...are you trying to kill me? As long as I'm alive, don't think of…" Eva slammed Lucy against the railings so hard that Lucy felt numbness on her back. Her wedding ring slipped and fell onto the deck. Half of Lucy's body was beyond the deck. She suddenly lost her balance at three stories high and fell into the sea. The lively party on the second floor had drowned the sounds of her fall. The moment she touched the cold, icy waters, she strangely felt a sense of warmth. The sea was where her mother once was, so she was not afraid. She would not cry.

his jaw tightened like i was disturbing him with my questions “bloodwater. keep steering bloodwater?? the name alone sank claws into my chest. the sea wasn’t a sea at all. it was a graveyard. now that i looked closely, the water had a reddish hue to it the ship cut through it like a knife through veins. and with every ripple, i felt shivers. this place was really creep “you're on vampire territory. expect a lot of oddities.” the man said after a short while of silenc i nodded, focusing on getting us out of there. in the distance of silence, i could hear whispers rising from the waves. faint voices, brushing against my skin like the icy fingers of a dead person “scarlett my breath stuttered.

Someone who knew him well enough to call him out if he was losing his grip. Caroline agreed to meet him without hesitation. She watched him over her drink as he fidgeted in his seat, pushing food around his plate like it might rearrange itself into an answer. “What’s wrong with you?” she asked finally. Ben took a breath. “I think my house is haunted.” Her eyebrows shot up as she chewed, but he didn’t stop. “The ghost watched me in the shower.” He made a vulgar motion with his hand. She choked. Ben winced but barreled on. “It got quite the show. I mean, full frontal. Very educational.”

"Those jerks! The players here are horrible. They stitched my mouth shut! "They even tried to pull out my stuffing to start a fire. I wanna go home. Waaahh!" I touched my burnt, brittle hair. I wanted to go home, too. We clung to each other and cried, completely unaware that everything we did was being watched through the live feed. [This is hilarious. How does an SSS dungeon end up with monsters this weak?] [The strong ones probably already got wiped out by Big V and his team. Only these little leftovers are still alive.]