Haunted Sea Novels & Stories

No point in using a bowl when I can drink it from the pan. I walk outside and sit on the porch and let the soup cool slightly as I look at the treeline. The sound of the gulls in the air brings me back to the present that I am not far enough away from the sea. I need to move further away. It’s like the waters I once ruled are taunting me with the melody, knowing I will never be able to return. Lost in my self loathing, I didn’t realise someone had entered the territory. Another reminder that I have no power.

The Black Sea answered with thirty-foot swells, stacked and furious. “Hold the lines!” Vane roared over the wind, massive claws clamped to the phantom-wood railing like it might escape. Something is moving beneath us, Jace’s voice sliced through the mind-link, sharp and terribly analytical. Massive heat signatures. They’re not ships. I hadn’t even finished forming a command when the ocean erupted on our starboard side, violent like a strike delivered from below. A beast the size of a mountain broke the surface. A Leviathan of Blood—an undead deep-sea nightmare, built like a monstrous hybrid of kraken and leviathan, rotting armored hide stitched together by glowing, dark-red veins of blood-ma

All things Kael had lost, yet all things I had to restore before the world ended. The first signs of the Warden’s wrath reached us within hours. Coastal towns sent up signals smoke, flares, the shrill wails of those caught in the monster’s shadow. The sea itself seemed poisoned; fish floated lifeless, tides darkened with unnatural currents, and drowned sailors clawed from the depths, their eyes empty and hollow. Morgala’s power had already seeped into the waters.

His ship was on the very vanguard of the armada, followed by the five hundred ships filled with the combined armies, each ship having the same number of human soldiers, shadow demons, and ice demons in order to create a balance that would help them when it is time to face the rumored sea monsters. “We are almost there!” Eren whispered next to him, his voice barely audible as his eyes scanned the horizon. “Can you see them from here?” Henry asked while following the shadows’ lord line of sight, but he saw nothing except the calm blue water reflecting the first rays of the sun. “No! but I can see the irregularity of the water!” Henry hummed in agreement, a frown settling between his eyebrows a

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

What are you taking me for? Lacey chortled out loud. She covered her nose and took a few steps backward, keeping a fair distance away from him. "You can think whatever you want, but we're through. And you should stop bothering me again." In my past life, Xavier had been very easily swayed by Lacey and convinced to help her throw me off the roof to my death. It was obvious that he was simply obsessed and even infatuated with her. So, in this life, of course, he also wasn't going to take her flimsy excuse to break up.

Chapter 152: Farewell to SeaHowl The dawn light filtered through the mist that clung to the grounds of SeaHowl like a silent, lingering farewell. Hana stood alone in the castle’s stone porch, her figure silhouetted against the first hint of sunrise. The cold morning air pricked at her skin, but the whirlwind of emotions inside her kept her still. Her hands tightened around the carved bird flute Jarrel had given her, the smooth wooden figure pressing into her palm like an anchor in the storm.

The Heart pulsed once beneath the tower. And for the first time since dawn— It answered with a second pulse. Not from the abyss. From somewhere else in the deep. Mara’s gaze snapped toward the far eastern horizon. The Drowned One wasn’t the only ancient thing in the ocean. And something new— had just woken up. Chapter 6: The Light That Answers The second pulse came again. Not from beneath the lighthouse. Not from the abyss where the deeper presence slept. From the east. Far beyond the shipping lanes. Beyond the reefs. Beyond where fishing boats ever dared to go.

He hesitated, unsure whether to keep chasing me while the sounds of gunfire and screams blared through the phone. "Don Rossi, if anything goes wrong with this shipment too, it'll be the end of the Rossi famiglia! If you don't step in now, it'll be too late!" his trusted subordinate shouted desperately. Luca closed his eyes for a moment, eventually coming to a stop. "Get the car ready. We're heading to the docks." Before getting into the car, he looked at me with deep longing. I climbed into another vehicle, and our cars pulled away from each other in opposite directions.

Bianca stepped closer, brushing a trembling hand over the mark. The glow pulsed once, twice then faded. Matteo’s voice drifted from the doorway. “Another message from the sea?” “Not the sea,” Bianca murmured. “The blood.” “We ended it.” “No,” she said softly, eyes fixed on the moonlit horizon. “We only delayed it.” Below them, the ocean stirred. The tide rose high enough to kiss the cliffs, carrying whispers older than the house itself. And from deep beneath those black waters, the serpent opened its golden eye once more, no longer chained, no longer waiting.