Hoping This Cold Blue Water Novels & Stories

The chilly depths give way to a gentler, milder temperature, and a sense of hope and determination fills their hearts. As they emerge from the Tritanian skies, they find themselves swimming through a vast expanse of open ocean. The water gradually grows brighter, illuminated by the warm caress of sunlight filtering down from above. The ever-changing shades of blue envelop them, a stark contrast to the depths they left behind. The journey through the depths of the ocean is both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. Swimming through 5,000 feet of water, they rely on their training and the strength of their tails to propel them forward.

’ Zephyr thought. He did not stop in his place for long. This location was far scarier than the black fog. There, he could still resist the fog with his electrical powers but here, not even that could save him from the cold. He needed fire to survive here. ‘What’s that?’ Zephyr thought as he noticed an icy-blue silhouette not too far away. Their bodies were blue from head-to-toe. They were covered in a deep, dark blue ice, so much so that it almost shone.

“Manolya, look! That has to be it. Can you feel the energy? Today is going to be legendary!” I took a deep breath, trying to absorb her excitement and the vibrant sounds of the water hitting the hulls. I wanted to believe her. I wanted the day to be perfect. Yet, as I looked at the shimmering water, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was lurking just beneath the surface, waiting for us to leave the safety of the shore.

“You pre…you were…how did this…” The words refused to come. Questions and sentences fractured within my mind before they fully formed. He’d agreed to this. He’d told me nothing. Betrayal—deep, throbbing, and consuming, coursed through my entire being. I tried desperately to calm myself, inhaling and exhaling deeply, but I could feel the chill settling in. A few gasps were heard in the crowd and I knew that if I could see them, my irises and pupils would be turning pale blue, almost ghostly white. I felt a cold breeze as it began to stir around me, letting me know that I probably wouldn’t have to wait until after my birthday to lose control of my Vetur. In my anger, I would surely be the firs

I wasn’t sure how long I stared on stayed but I’d watched the sun go down till the sky was dark and the moon cast its lighting, now giving the water an ethereal glow. It was shocking how many colours the water could take depending on where you looked at it from. On a stormy day, the water looked grey. At nights, silver. On a clear day, blue. At twilight, orange or purple. “I thought I might find you here.” I didn’t turn but my body relaxed on recognising Kol’s voice. “She’s still mad at me.” “She’ll come to. Give her time.” Kol took of his shirt, leaving him in shorts. He nudged his head towards the water, beckoning me to join him. I didn’t have anything else to do so, I did.

The water was crystal blue, and it reminds me so much of Seth’s eyes. “Can I take a swim?” I asks excitedly but never really waited for him to answer. It was a good thing that I just finished my physical training with Sol and Marko that I was wearing a light pink spaghetti-strapped blouse and running shorts underneath my loose sweater and jogging pants. I removed my sweater and jogging pants and dived into the crystal blue water. The water was not cold and nor was it hot. It has the right temperature for any time who wanted to just cool down.

Blue light. After reading the text, she bites her lip, trying to hide her smile. Then he fixes his eyes, as deep as a forest lake, on the bay and beyond, to where the blue of the water merges with the blue of the sky into one vast space. As it is said there, in a vulgarly sentimental, but quite accurate phrase from the Titanic? A woman's heart is an ocean full of secrets. Imagine how much is there, if it is all, entirely - the ocean?

I take a step back, hoping to meet the ground, but there is nothing below me. My body tilts back, one hand forward as if hoping someone will catch me. I see him running, fingers almost grazing me. What is that I see in his eyes? I smile, pull back my hand, and let myself free fall down, my body rushing towards the deep, dark blue waters.

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW. I rest my back against the rock, a shudder escaping me at the intense cold. That was all I could feel. The kind of cold that shashes through you, never like a gentle breeze, as my breathing became more laboured as each minute passed while I sat here, hoping, waiting for an absolution that I hope would come. Right now, I understand what Jack from Titanic felt as he floated in the horridly cold water, holding onto his love's hand while she kept herself on the raft. It feels like I am Jack in this moment, waiting for a boat, hoping that the cold does not get to me, or the sharks, as each second passes, while I hope for a boat that I hope would come back for me.

In my more untamed form, they do not seem to mind me. I hop over a fallen tree and come up to a small stream. Weeds and grass grow out of the clear, cold water and dance like they do not have a care in the world. My fingertips dip into the stream, and the water chills them to the bone, my skin turning blue and purple from the inside out.