Navel Rock Novels & Stories

she said. I took a seat in the foldout chair in my corner, letting my legs drop wide, watching Neveah’s eyes as they followed the movement. She lifted her chin, dipped her fingers into the Vaseline, and stepped between my legs to apply it to my face. She avoided eye contact, but those moss green beauties followed the steady rhythm of her fingers against my jaw. My dick pressed against my shorts, giving anyone that looked a clear view of how she affected me. Neveah dropped her fingers to my jaw, sliding the Vaseline against my chin. “I like it on my chest too,” I whispered, fully aware of the little breath that left her throat.

They didn’t think that much. The way in was stunningly narrow, full of corals stick on the walls, and there’s still sea water inside it. Until they arrive in the near middle of the volcano, and it looks like a semi cave. Then, the bubble dissolve and they floated holding Chen’s both arms still unconscious. Keiynan get first on the surface to help Hana and Chen. After that, they walk together in the cave following the warden’s led. Just a few walks, they finally arrived in a place that surrounded of endless flowing lava and there’s a big rock on the middle with a small black-violet stone on top of it. They place down Chen beside the rock and Hana come close to the stone to have a near look wi

Eventually, the rope snapped and the fish finished what was left. A fitting end for one who had sent so many to the gallows. "Many more will follow, friend and foe," Nathaniel promised in a savage whisper. "Until they see the folly in trying to stop me." He turned to his men. "The caves that are noted are those just above sea level. However, I want you to search the others. The greatest finds are those that aren't charted." "Did-did it give any clue to what we might be looking for?" Thomas dared ask, readying himself for a blow around the head. If not from Nathaniel, from one of the crew, rewarding him for his cheek.

Erwaith and Saron could see smoke to their northeast in the direction of Dymor. “I guess this is better than walking.” “Yes, we should be in Ver Nooy in no more than two days. We will sail up the Darius River to the Rock.” The Rock was a natural formation of stone just west of the bridge in Ver Nooy. The waters of the Darius flowed around the Rock making it the farthest safe location in the city for boats to sail. The west end of the Rock was a quiet protective harbor. Buildings lined the Darius on the west side of the Rock with long staircases winding up to the top of the steep cliffs.

Cliffs rose high on all sides, broken only by narrow inlets and hidden bays. It looked wild. Untouched. Ancient. But as I looked closer, I could see signs of what lay beneath. Cut into the rock face of one of the lower cliffs, almost invisible unless you knew where to look, was a dark opening. A man made an entrance. A dock. “We are here,” Theron said. He pointed toward that hidden gap. “The entrance is there. Built into the rock. Protected by reefs and shallow water that only the old charts can navigate.” Leo joined us on deck, his tablet in hand, checking the readings one last time.

The Black Tower. It was a tiny speck of rock miles off the northern coast, a jagged tooth of black stone sticking out of the ocean like a middle finger to the rest of the world. Surrounding it were treacherous currents that turned the water into a giant washing machine. It was the kind of place you put things you never wanted to see again. "It’s a natural fortress," Armano said, peering over my shoulder. "The currents around that island are impossible to navigate by boat. The waves crash against the cliffs with enough force to crush a submarine. That’s why they call it the Graveyard of Ships."

She was huddled in the back of the small cabin, her eyes darting between the hull and the depth gauge. "We don't have a choice, Mina. Jun, find me the entrance to the Erebus Canyon." The Erebus Canyon was a massive, jagged underwater canyon—a deep, narrow valley on the ocean floor, carved by ancient currents and tectonic shifts. It was a labyrinth of razor-sharp volcanic rock and "black smokers" (hydrothermal vents that spew out clouds of mineral-rich, superheated water). It was a graveyard for anything that couldn't navigate with surgical precision.

Lynette said, the rest almost forgot she was standing one side quietly. "Then? Let us go" Danté said walking to the front door "We can all hop in the van" "Its a thousand six hundred kilometers north Danté, you sure you want to drive up?" "Well I can't fly, I can't hide these wings, so the van is the only option" "There is another thing" Jane said swiping around on her tablet "Its about Shipwreck rock" "Yes?" Danté asked stopping at the door. "I hope I'm seeing wrong" she said holding the photo to him "A ship was attacked there, no crew was found, but look at the rock, there by the entrance of the castle"

"He’s breathing, but the internal pressure nearly tore his core apart. We’ll stabilize him right here where the stone is solid." Nalvath leaned down, his dark hand resting briefly against Navarien's cold, granite-like shoulder. He felt the faint, deep thrumming of the primordial's life force. It was dangerously weak, but it was not fading into the dark. Instead, it was pulsing in a strange, rhythmic cadence that mirrored a completely different heart.

“And?” “That is not an ordinary big rock. It is a twin big rock with a cave in between. We make the cave like a real room. It has all the needed things. Sometimes, Alpha Branden uses that as his haven to relax,” Gamma Rolden explained after pointing his fingers to that tiny island nearby, which was actually a twin big rock. Andreitte became curious and became excited to see the hidden haven of Alpha Branden. II