Hooked And Sinkered Novels & Stories

I аѕkеd соnfuѕеd. Who hаd ѕhе ѕunk her сlаwѕ into now? “Rуаn аnd B hooked uр thаt nіght and hаvе bееn ѕееіng each other еvеr ѕіnсе.” “Whаt?” I fеlt thе аіr leave mу bоdу at hіѕ words. “You don’t need tо bе shocked, Iz, іt’ѕ whаt реорlе do, unless thеrе are ѕоmе feelings thеrе?”

For three hours, we bobbed in the freezing swells of the Pacific, trapped inside our ten-ton tungsten coffin. Nobody complained. After surviving the crushing gravity of the Mariana Trench and a localized tectonic eruption, the gentle, rhythmic rocking of the ocean surface felt like a lullaby. Then, the heavy, metallic CLANG of magnetic grapples locking onto our hull echoed through the cramped cabin. "They've got us," Dax said, pushing himself off the wall.

It felt sickeningly light, bobbing like a cork in a dark, bottomless mouth. Then the realization settled in my gut like lead. "Water," Selene whispered. Her face went deathly pale. "We’re in the water. That’s why we didn't burn." The cliffs. The black depths of the lake. Ice flooded my veins. My mind went white, a blank screen of pure horror. I couldn't breathe; I couldn't blink. I just sat there with my mouth hanging open, my body turning into a statue of meat and bone. 'We’re going to sink.' The thought was a death sentence.

The moment he turned his eyes on me, I saw darkness. There's nothing but a pitch black reflection of what he truly feels inside. Just like his name, he feels like a dead body, lifeless corpse that wanted to get out of his grave. "I hope I could make you feel better," I whispered and stared at his dark orbs. Combing his hair with my fingers, my lips landed on his forehead. He looked at me, amusingly. The way Corpse focuses his eyes on me makes me feel like I am a bright star he's been staring in the night sky for so long. How I wish it would last forever.

I tried to link Jordie but I couldn't get it through. I was alone. I had to figure something out before he had them kill me. While I could barely see and breathe, I heard his laughter echoing over the tunnels. Through my blurred vision, I see Gunthers foot on Amy's throat. Her whimpers starting to dim. Then a crunching of bones. I watch as the light flows out of her eyes. He killed her.

YOU HAVE PROVEN YOURSELVES CAPABLE PROTECTORS. > BUT THE ARCHITECT WAS A CRUEL TEACHER. IT IS TIME FOR THE MATRIARCH TO FINISH YOUR EDUCATION. > WELCOME TO THE SECOND GARDEN. THE SUBMERGED SANCTUARY The submersible didn't hit the seafloor. It was pulled into a massive, pressurized hangar hidden beneath a natural shelf of coral. As the water was pumped out, the hatch hissed open. Rage stepped out first, his gun raised, his eyes scanning the perimeter.

"I've been waiting four years to hook a big fish." ​The first harpoon whistled through the air, trailing a thick, braided copper cable. It struck the shimmering violet umbilical of the lead ship with a spray of sparks. The ship groaned, a deep, metallic sound that vibrated through the very marrow of my bones.

His right hand held my neck, his left lingered over my hips to keep me submerged. I was drowning. And he didn't seem to be pulling me out anytime soon.

The world turned black and cold. Water roared in my ears. We rolled. Once. Twice. Ocean. Cold swallowed us. My lungs panicked. My hands reached. We were sinking. The water poured through the cracks. Bubbles everywhere. I kicked. Clawed. I opened my mouth—choked. Salt water burned my throat. My lungs screamed. His body was still on me. Heavy. Bleeding. I reached for him. His Fingers found mine. Tight grip. Shaking. And then, I heard it.

wings acting like heavy anchors, dragging me down toward the crushing pressure of the seabed. Through the murky, radioactive water, I saw him. Dante. He wasn't sinking. He was suspended in a sphere of boiling steam. The "Extinction-Heir" orb was buried in his chest, a miniature sun that refused to be extinguished by the sea. His body was arching, his mouth open in a silent, underwater scream as the "Source" clung to his leg like a parasitic ghost, her silver hair whipping in the current like a nest of snakes.