Marine Saying Novels & Stories

It took a while for Medley to adjust to Klein, Sebastien's wolf, but she did. Cynthia felt hurt looking at the scar. Meadow got something she couldn't get from Ethan and Sebastien. She got claimed. There was a time she would say a mark was like shackles trapping the bearer to a spot, but she had long realised it was anything but that. It was freedom and a sign that someone cared enough to risk forever with the bearer. It was a sign of devotion and commitment, something she had somehow suspected she would never have. Meadow touched her mark gently, realising Cynthia's eyes were fixed on it.

That was the most dreaded situation which lead to the suspension of all activities, giving room for marine divers and marine scientist to give a close study of what infect or may affect the ocean. "I will be on my way as soon as possible, Catherine" Jessica concluded and drops the call. Jessica is a female marine aquatic scientist who leaves a bit far from the beach but she's very popular due to her past work and research. She works with the Marine Research and Reservation, MRR. This is her third time she is going to the Anombao beach for her experiment and also very close to finding her answers. From her studies the sea is going through unnatural stress which she is not able to give in repo

That’s when I heard something fall to the ocean. “Red!” I screamed and immediately jumped with him. When I hit the water, it crawled to my skin and chilled my whole body, but I didn’t hate it. The ocean felt welcoming, like I hadn’t gone to the sea for a long time. I wanted to stay longer, to feel the waters more, but I knew I had to do something. He was sinking, but I can keep up. I swam faster until I could touch his fingertips. I immediately pulled him closer and grabbed his arm. I gasped as I reached the surface and lifted Red with me. He was unconscious, but I can feel his pulse from his neck. When we reached the shore, I checked his pulse again and it was getting weaker.

I must be having hallucinations. "I just want to give this request to your master, personally," Amaria said, letting go of his shirt. "I told you it isn't allowed, now leave." While readjusting his shirt, he responded. 'I'm curious about this scent, why here of all places... and why is it coming from that door,' Dove thought as she stared at a wooden door behind the bartender with a rune carving on it. 'I've got to get through that door.' “ but.. ” Amaria spoke up, but he cut her off and said, "no, just go already."

He pulled me deeper into the water and out of my thoughts. We waded out further into the water until it came up just below my breasts. Something brushed against my leg and I let out a shriek. Dom wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. “What was that?” I asked, looking up at him, and he gave me a smile. “Maybe a shark?” “Can we go back to the shore?” “Sarah, I’m just kidding. I brushed my foot against you.” He wrapped his arms tighter around me and I pouted up at him.

"I want to go to Jweali!" "What?" Commander Randall stared at Victor in disbelief. Go to Jweali? "If they can come to our turf to cause trouble, I can naturally go to theirs too." "But that's extremely dangerous, and how are you even going to get there? No ship can sail in the sea these days." The country had been monitoring marine mechanical creatures since the apocalypse started. If the chaos level on land was 1, then the chaos level in the sea was 10. The situation in the sea was brutal.

“Yes, sir. We’re sailing through Bimini Bay Waters, internationally recognized for allowing legal marriage ceremonies at sea.” My heart drops. Like physically drops. What the heck is going on here??? “Then,” Roman continues, turning until he’s facing me, directly, fully “can you do Miss Seethal and I the honour of marrying us on the great waters of Bimini Bay?” The world stops breathing. The Captain freezes, eyes wide. My ears ring. My mouth goes dry. I blink once. Then twice. Then again. I want to laugh. Or cry. Or faint. Or scream.

By sunset it’ll be in everyone’s ears, tidied up and sharpened. The Marinos fleet is the heartbeat you don’t see. Five trawlers with names that all start with “Saint” because Nonna Marinos said so—Saint Lucia, Saint Irene, Saint Maria, Saint George, Saint Spiridon—rolling out before first light, rolling back in when the horizon does that pink-and-gold theatre trick. Their sheds out by the slipway smell like diesel, brine, and coin. People grumble about quotas and bycatch like they grumble about weather and taxes; they still line up for fresh prawns at Christmas like the end of the world’s coming and only shellfish will save them.

[The Rising Tide] The sound was not a roar; it was a groan, a deep, tectonic weeping that vibrated through the soles of my feet and into my very marrow. Through the reinforced glass of the Core, the horizon of New Macau was changing. The sea, once a shimmering sapphire girdle around our high-tech paradise, was retreating with an unnatural, predatory speed. It left behind miles of grey, glistening silt and gasping reefs—a bared throat waiting for the knife.

Marina asked impatiently. “Hmm, oceans are just many seas put together. So, they are even bigger! Even if I stretch my hands, it still won’t be enough to reach both sides!” Marina showed Mariana a my-hands-won’t-stretch-anymore expression. Mariana bounced on her toes as she giggled. “How about the ‘dagons’, grandma? The big scary people with wings?” Mariana asked.