Into The Deep Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

I took the book that I was reading and then I opened it and read as I ate my pizza. I was still reading when I heard a familiar voice "Is this seat free?" "You can see it empty, of course, it's free" I answered. I heard him chuckle as he sat on the chair in front of me "Wow, sassy much?" He replied. I got a bit offended so I decided to look up at him and saw Aziel. His deep blue eyes stared into me as if he is putting bullets in my body. I blinked a few times then I heard him talk again "You must've been into that book huh?"

Chapter 44 – Beneath the Surface Cold swallowed her whole. Not the clean, sharp cold of the pool’s surface, but a deep, crushing chill that seeped into her bones and stripped the air from her lungs. The world tilted into disorientation—no up, no down—just currents that twisted around her like invisible hands. Shadows swirled in the murk, shapes that seemed almost familiar before dissolving again into the dark. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears, a panicked drumbeat counting down the seconds she had left before she drowned.

The ground split open in a ring around Kael, exposing molten light below. Kael dropped to his knees, pressing his palms to the ground. His blood hissed as it touched the soil, the runes drinking it greedily. The black veins along his arms blazed to life, tendrils of shadow rising from his skin. Aria called out his name, but he barely heard her. The Deep was awake now. It surged through him like a storm, flooding his senses with memories that weren’t his. He saw glimpses of cities swallowed whole, moons torn from the sky, wolves kneeling before something vast and unseen.

And now I'm ready for whatever comes next. I turn toward the tunnel exit. Toward the surface. Toward the people waiting. Toward my future. But as I take the first step, something shifts. Deep in the earth. Beneath the vault. Something ancient responding to the bonding. A presence. Massive. Old. Waking. Not the stone. Something else. Something that's been sleeping under Iron Valley for centuries. And my bonding just woke it up. --- **[End of Chapter 146]**

You survived, but Millie will never come back! "Is the ocean cold? Felicity, stay here forever and atone for your sins with her!" As he finished speaking, he burst into a manic laugh, chilling in the night air where only the waves crashed. And in the next moment, he pressed me down into the ocean with all his might. No matter how I thrashed, I couldn't break free. As my consciousness faded, I felt myself being thrown into the water, left to be swallowed by the waves. I began to sink, deeper and deeper.

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

Without a futher thought to it, he jumped after her. The sound of the water raging against each other was overpowering. He was submerged into the water, his head struggling to escape the raging mini waves of water that appeared to be tumbling against each other, falling against him. His lips trembled, teeth chattering against each other. For a creature like him, he was surprised as to how he was suddenly feeling the chilling jolts of cold.

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​Inside the cradle was a baby with silver hair and one amber eye, holding a tiny, wooden flute. ​"The 401st chapter," Kael whispered, his golden-text skin beginning to flake away like autumn leaves. "It’s not a story. It’s a Life." ​Suddenly, the Respiration’s engines died. The ship began to dissolve into white light. ​"THE END?" flashed across the sky. ​And then, a new line appeared, written in Nora’s own handwriting: "NO. THE PREFACE."

Like quicksand, she would only sink faster the more she struggled. With minimal effort, Anabella drifted closer to the door. She tapped down her excitement at the minor victory. She was far from being finished. What lived on the other side of the door would be far worse. Closer still, she drifted to her goal. Within reach, she stretched her hand out towards the knob. Whispers started, imploring her to turn away. Whispering words that had fear crawling under her skin like tiny hairy insects. Anabella fought to ignore it. The whispers got louder, more incessant as her hand wrapped around the handle of the door. Anabella kept her movements slow. The door flew open, the force on the other side s