Library Ocean Novels & Stories

“Then this may be harder than you think. The ocean holds terrors that one cannot comprehend. As the air is filled with mana, the ocean is even denser with it causing inexperienced ones find it hard to sense anything. In the deep ocean, it is even more so. Sunlight does not reach and the water pressure alone is enough to kill a normal person. You will have to rely on your short eyesight and ability to sense your surroundings if you were to navigate down there. Although I’m sure you are experienced in [Astral Sense] and your strength will be enough to defend yourself, I still advise you to be careful.” “You should’ve said that sooner.” Matthew chuckled. “This just got interesting. I’ll handle

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

The way she ate, drank and belched…she must’ve been really hungry from work. I smiled as I thought to myself, feeling the small portrait in my chest pocket. Going south of Port Harcourt to the Atlantic Ocean and further to the point where no land was visible, a strange wind began to blow. As the strange wind blew, a ripple appeared in that ‘particular spot’ on the Atlantic Ocean. The ripple kept appearing and disappearing, until she appeared – the goddess of prosperity. The marine sphere was located two hundred and eighty metres below sea level. It was gigantic and existed only to the goddess, her ‘pet,’ her ‘marine aides’ and the invisible doubles of Ebie initiates.

Luke said, swallowing the last bite and crushing the pack in his hands to dump it in the closest bin. Ryan gave him a careful look before sighing in defeat. They followed him deeper within the short buildings, the smell of the water and salt tickling Ophelia’s nose. As they took the last turn left, she saw the vast ocean, its color a deep turquoise as it reflected the shy sunlight. The waves changed colors as they hit the pillars of the wharf they stood on, it faintly shook the platform underneath their feet. “We are here,” Ryan said, climbing onto a boat.

Everyone says that’s delusional, and they just look like beautiful waves, but screw that, they’re dragon beards. I swim deeper into the ocean’s depths as fish scatter to avoid potential prey. They’re safe from me. I only eat raw fish in the form of sushi. I swim further and further away from the surface as my eyes adjust to their new underwater environment. Sirnas are able to breathe, talk and see perfectly underwater, so being in the ocean is like a second home to me. I don’t think a camera can truly capture the beauty and wonder of the ocean. The way the sun’s beams are refracted by the ocean waves creating streams of dancing light through the water that slowly disappear the deeper you go.

KEIRA The waves rolled in, their steady rhythm a soothing melody that spoke to my soul. I stood at the edge of the beach, my toes sinking into the warm sand, and let my gaze wander across the vast expanse of the ocean. The sun, a radiant orb of golden light, painted the sky with hues of pink and orange as it descended towards the horizon. It was a sight of breathtaking beauty, a moment that filled my heart with awe and wonder.

I can sense that he hates me a lot. In the Angel organization, hunters must learn about werewolf packs; Although the information is scanty, it is still necessary to understand. So I also know a little about Dead Ocean. Dead Ocean is an archipelago located separate from the werewolf world. The archipelago is protected by mutant fish. Dead Ocean does not participate in any wars. Everyone in the pack is amiable and peace-loving. That's all I know about Dead Ocean. I've always been curious about what kind of fish the mutant fish that guard the Dead Ocean Islands are like. And I also want to know how the werewolves in Dead Ocean managed to control those mutant fish.

A deep vibration rolled through the realm. Then the black ocean began to rise. Not like a wave. It rose vertically. An entire sea ascending toward the sky. Liam stared upward. "That's impossible." Astra shook her head. "Nothing is impossible here." The black water reached the clouds. Then it stopped. A massive shape moved within it. First came a hand. Then another. Long fingers wrapped around the edge of the ruined island. Something pulled itself from the ocean. It was enormous. Its body appeared to be made of liquid darkness, yet silver symbols moved across its surface like living stars.

"It’s going to hit the coast. It’s going to hit everything." The ocean in front of them began to rise—not as a wave, but as a wall of black glass, miles wide and growing higher by the second. "We’re in the Drawback (the receding of water that precedes a tsunami)," Kazimir said, his soldier’s instincts snapping back into place. He grabbed Elara’s hand, his grip like a vice. "If we stay on this drone, we’ll be crushed when the wave breaks." "There!" Jun pointed. Floating a few hundred yards away was an AetherCorp Recovery Platform—a massive, semi-submersible oil-rig-style structure used to service Thorne’s underwater bases. It was heavy, anchored deep, and high enough to possibly survive the f

Zane and I tucked the girls in not longer after that, and I read from what was now officially the girls’ second-favorite book. With a smile, I opened the book, admiring the illustrations Grace and Chloe had already seen and cooed over. “Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could sound it, and many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.