Long Time No Sea Novels & Stories

"It is a long-lost feeling, hot and comfortable." Martin looked out to the sea, feeling the sea breeze. It had been a really long time since he had taken a walk on the beach, as the busyness of work was swallowing him up. "Nicole, thank you for bringing me here." Martin stepped onto the beach, completely at ease. Blue sky and white clouds made him forget all his worries, with only the sound of the sea in his ears at this moment.

"Are you sure this is wise, Brother?" Grayson sighs. Valerie, Sophia, Dylan, Jaxson, and even Theia rowed along a cerise ocean. The air rang with an eerie silence, and fog slithered across the sea in soft, concise strokes. Grayson's words break them from the silence hanging in the atmosphere for the better half of two hours. They'd have warped across the river, but none have been to the deadly island enough times to reach it. In Jaxson's long life, he has only ever visited once.

he asked, cracking his knuckles while averting his gaze straight ahead. "Along the shoreline?" I said as I pointed the seashore. The corner of my eyes caught the colors of the waves. Red was when candy will in an instant spread throughout the whole big yellow beach. Blue was when big, fat and amazing blue dolphins showed up as blue shades appeared in the sky. My mouth instantly curved into a smile. "Where's mom and dad?" I asked while soothing, gentle sea breeze rustled through my hair, making me tucked it, leaving stands of sands into my face. "Look at me, Brent!" I shouted.

Blake then decided to walk along the shore of this land to see if he could gather any information about where he was. Walking along, there was only the sound of the waves rushing onto the beach. There was no wind or animals, just the waves hitting the shoreline. It had seemed that he had walked for hours, and there was nothing but the shore and the sea. Looking up into the sky, the sun seemed to have never moved, giving the impression that time had stood still. Confused about what was happening, he wondered if he would ever get back to the Elon estate.

My roses had conquered the harsh Norwegian coast, a riot of defiant color against the granite and sea. Keila was gone. Not lost. Launched. At eighteen, she’d been accepted to a deep-sea marine research station in the Mariana Trench. “The last place it’s quiet,” she’d said, a gentle jab at our omnipresent digital roommate. The Review did not extend its golden filaments there. It was a blind spot, a deliberate omission. A gift, or a test. Her departure left a silence in the lighthouse that the hum of servers couldn’t fill. It was in this new, hollow quiet that the final message arrived.

"And today, here, I want to thank my wife for agreeing to be my partner in this life." James set down the microphone, drew me close, and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. My body trembled, but his steady presence anchored me, and I slowly relaxed into the moment. The truth was, James and I didn't share a long history. We had only known each other for six months. Our paths had crossed before, but never meaningfully until now. I understood exactly what he was doing up there—he was speaking for me, shielding me, and showing Jonathan there was no hope left.

“You were in the water.” The man didn’t blink. “I was beneath it. Same as you, one day.” “What do you want?” The man finally smiled, but it was sharp and cold. “To prepare you. To remind you. The Seed beneath the sea isn’t like the one in the woods. The forest remembers. The sea… forgives nothing.” Ezra’s blood chilled. “What does that mean?” “It means you’re running out of time.” Before Ezra could respond, the man simply vanished—no shimmer, no sound. Just… gone.

☆☆☆𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 1:18𝖆𝖒☆☆☆ The Sea was dead quiet except for the buzz of Antonio's speedboat as it made its way through the inky dark water— No Consigliere, No soldier hounds {Errand boys}.Just the sea waves—cold and humming. As he got closer to the Gulf of New Mexico, the wind cut sharp across the sea bed, leaving behind a low groan of steel. Looming ahead was the single overhead light and the distant buzz of the Don's ship. The midnight waves slapped against the hull of Lucas' ship like impatient hands.

In this light, the two of them seemed to be leisurely walking, but in fact, with each step they took, the sea, which was more than five miles long and dozens of miles long, was thrown away. Moreover, their figures seemed to be shuttling through the void, not just on the sea. There was a fish in the sea that accidentally broke into the light when jumping out of the sea. By the time it fell back into the sea, it was already dozens of miles away from it. With the fish's brain, it would probably never understand what had happened just now. Looking at Star Nelson's almost flawless profile, General of Cloud wanted to say something several times, but after hesitating for a while, he still stopped.

"Together, we'll face any challenge that comes our way. Whether it's searching the Mediterranean or venturing to distant seas, we'll do whatever it takes. Speaking of which, how long do you think it would take to travel from here to the Caribbean Sea?" Bryan pondered for a moment, calculating the distance in his mind. "Considering the vastness of the ocean and the speed at which we can swim, it would likely take us about two weeks to reach the Caribbean Sea from here. It won't be an easy journey, but it's a sacrifice we're willing to make if it means finding the cure our pod desperately needs."