High Seas, Higher Stakes Novels & Stories

Chapter 123: High Ground The beach gave Celeste more than room to stand her ground. It gave her leverage. The Deep Script, born of Poseidon’s gift to Queen Dacia, answered the sea around them like a second current beneath the visible one. The ocean was not merely behind Celeste now; it was with her, a power rising through the shoreline and feeding the tension in the air. With the water at her back and the tide at her feet, she had the high ground in a way Ares had not expected.

“Those who venture into the open sea often do so because there are few opportunities closer to shore. They rely on luck farther out, where fourth-level beasts are more common, making it necessary to travel in groups.” Adrian quickly understood and didn't dwell on the issue. Instead, he asked, "So, does this mean the open sea has no laws or regulations? Can anyone go and live there, and it's all based on strength?" "Exactly," Richard affirmed, "The open sea not only lacks laws but also serves as a place to settle personal grudges. Almost every immortal with grievances chooses to settle them in the open sea. Therefore, you must be cautious, as the danger often comes from fellow immortals."

Chapter 34: The Cost of the Crown The Seaboard Point safehouse was a brutalist masterpiece of glass and reinforced steel, perched precariously on a jagged cliff overlooking the Atlantic. It was a place designed for isolation, where the roar of the ocean drowned out the whispers of conspiracy. When Jade pulled the interceptor boat into the hidden sea-cave dock beneath the house, her body felt like it was made of lead. The adrenaline that had sustained her through the lagoon chase was evaporating, leaving behind a cold, hollow ache.

“You’re either insane…” “…or incredibly arrogant.” “Yes.” “People say both.” The water below suddenly rises. Not like a wave. Like a wall. My hand moves back toward my dagger. “What trick is this?” “Not a trick.” The ocean climbs higher. Twenty feet. Thirty. Forty. My snipers still don’t fire. Which means something is very wrong. Thalrion watches the rising water calmly. “Tell me something, Sebastian.” “What?” “Do you know why the sea kingdom fears Evelessa?”

The angry sea is an adversary of mine. There's an unspoken agreement between us. When it's howling and tossing my boat around on twenty-foot swells, it's trying to kill me. It's understood. I'm gambling on fate when I come into its house. I'm rolling the dice with my life, wagering that I can steal enough of the sea's treasure before it swallows me whole. I've done it successfully for years, despite watching men on my crew lose their footing and sink below the icy surface, never to be seen again. Yeah, I've battled angry seas successfully until tonight.

“Harvey…” Jason steadily lit up his cigar and took a puff. “Since we’re already here…” exclaimed Jason coldly. “How about we raise the stakes even higher? “After all, the higher the stakes, the more exciting this match will be. “If we don’t raise the stakes, we’ll let down the entire tournament, don’t you think?” “What would you like to add?” Harvey asked. “If you win, I promise I’ll leave without asking for anything. “But if you lose, I want every single resource you have in Hong Kong and Las Vegas.

I was not just playing a game, I was changing the rules. The South China Sea was away. I could already feel things going my way. I closed my eyes. I did not close them to sleep. I closed them to imagine the step in my plan. The world is small. The stakes are high. I am where I need to be:, in charge.

Shall we place bets to see if he can tow the cargo ship all the way to the border? "I'll bet 100 dollars that with his build, he won't last ten minutes in the sea." "He used to brag about being a professional maritime rescuer. I'll bet 200 dollars that he hits a shark the second he touches the water!" The sea was a churning graveyard of pitch-black water. I gripped the radio and hoarsely screamed Melanie's name. Then, the hurricane hit, and I was swept straight into the sea by the waves. Pinned under the cargo ship, I thrashed wildly and barely managed to grab hold of the ship's rescue rope. The seawater was piercingly icy, and every wave that swept over my skin chilled me to the bones.

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

“But we lost our minds for you. And we’re tired of pretending we can live without this.” Elias squeezes my thigh, slowly spreading my legs. His eyes rake down my exposed body, hungry. “You carry too many secrets, Maeve.” His voice drops. “We’re going to take everything from you. Down to the last drop.” Luka grips my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Starting now.” The ship cuts through the dark waters of the Caribbean. I can hear the distant sound of waves crashing against the hull and the low hum of the engines. We’re truly in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by three men who love me in a sick, obsessive, and total way.