Journey Deeper Novels & Stories

I put my full attention into making my women happy. And for a while traveling completed my need for more but now I can feel that excitement fading. I don’t feel the same rush I felt when I was a young man getting off planes in different countries. I would feel a rush whenever I got to a new city. Ready to explore, eat, talk to new people, and learn. Now it feels like routine and that’s why I came back home to reset but sitting here right now I wonder if I will ever feel the same rush I did if I do decide to go back to my old life. The nomad life has been such a big part of my identity that I feel like I don’t know who I am without it

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

One particularly memorable trip was a long, forty-eight-hour one-way journey that offered a panoramic view of the entire country. Starting from the hustle and bustle of city life, the journey took him through diverse landscapes, including the highest snowy mountains, dense forests, vast deserts, lush green fields, and finally, the snowy peaks of mighty mountains. This journey was like a long, beautiful movie, showcasing the breathtaking sights of nature. Vicky was able to witness a stunning series of beautiful plains, mighty mountains, and picturesque landscapes. This unforgettable journey left an indelible mark on Vicky's memories, and he would always treasure it in his heart.

The red veins were gone. Sybil swayed, steadying herself with her staff. “It’s done.” Mia sank to her knees, panting. “No. It’s quieter, but not gone. The core’s deeper. This was only the surface.” Nella glanced at her uneasily. “How much deeper?” Mia’s eyes lifted toward the mountains beyond the valley — the ones shrouded in stormclouds that hadn’t moved in weeks. “Far enough that even light forgets its name.”

Ajax interjected, "Mr. Snow, we know of it, too. Abyssal Deepsea is a treacherous marvel deep within Kitherglen—a bottomless chasm with raging seawater below. That's how it got its name. "Howard mentioned it before. The Jaeger royal family isn't far from Abyssal Deepsea. He originally planned to take us there." Gideon chuckled. "So, it seems we're headed in the same direction. "By the way, why are you going to Abyssal Deepsea? You're not expecting me to explore it, are you?" Winter nodded. Gideon let out a wry smile. "You're overestimating me. Just the name alone gives off an air of endless terror. I'm not immortal. If I go down there, I might not come back."

This kiss was different from all the kisses we had before. It was deep and passionate. It was as if he wanted to devour me. I felt his body's reaction, but I had no time to think about that at all. I was engrossed in the kiss, and my knees weakened. I had long forgotten about those people in the capital. All my heart and soul was on the man before my eyes. I had no idea how long it went on before James let go of me. His voice was husky as he said, "It's getting late. You should head to bed. Good night, Leah."

The weather was lovely, and the scenery was breathtaking. We also saw sprawling grasslands and beautiful lakes. The snow-capped mountains made everything look like a painting. However, things went wrong when we reached a higher altitude. I had altitude sickness and became short of breath. I didn't notice anything when we were having fun, but I passed out on the bus. A man who was on the same tour approached me and failed to wake me up despite calling me several times. Left with no choice, he'd taken me to the nearest hospital for some oxygen.

BOOK THREE: THE DEEP FORGE (Jace’s Perspective) The return to Aethelgard was nothing like our desperate, silent flight a day earlier. As Elara and I rode our horses down the southern highway, the weeping rails of the junction were gone. The iron tracks were cold, but they weren't dead. They pulsed with the faint, steady blue bioluminescence of the deep earth’s heartbeat. We didn't pass through villages of catatonic, terrified ghosts.

Sparks flew up into the air. He cannot fix what he broke, Nythera said. So he will try to break more. I smiled at the fire. “Let him try,” I said out loud. My voice sounded steady. Kade looked at me across the flames. He did not smile but his eyes looked pleased. “Tomorrow we go deeper,” he said. “There is more to find here. More that will wake up in you.” I nodded and lay down on the ground near the fire. The dirt felt cool under my back. My body was tired but my mind felt clear. Nythera stayed close. She did not sleep. She watched with me.

He walked over and handed her a glass of champagne. Yvette shook her head. “I just thought that it felt strange. A year ago, I was trapped on that rainy night. I was trapped in a love that would never be returned. Now, my work is on the international stage.” “That’s life.” Jett leaned against the railing. “Sometimes things feel impossible to heal. But those cracks let the light in.” He paused and took a small velvet box from his pocket.