Oblivion Sea Novels & Stories

Instead, it welcomed me as prey. The deeper I went, the darker the water became — black silk folding over my body, layer by layer. I clawed my way upward, but the current curled around me with almost tender cruelty. Each stroke felt like swimming through honey, slow and useless. My lungs burned, my heartbeat roared in my ears, and the only light came from the silver moon rippling far, far above… smaller with every second. This was the Forbidden Sea. The sea that kept its dead. The sea that cradled the worst of the realm — fallen kings, unrepentant murderers, traitors whose names had been erased from every book. The ocean was their prison and their grave, its depths lined with the bones of th

of the North were being sharpened for a descent into the dark, cold depths of the ocean The journey to the southern coast took three weeks through the snow-choked passes of the Black Ridge. Rhea, Elias, and a specialized strike team of ten Iron Claw divers reached the shoreline at the ruins of the "Old Port". The ocean was a churning mass of grey-green water, the waves capped with a greasy, white foam that smelled of ozone and deep-earth minerals.

MOON'S POV:- When I opened my eyes again, Ocean was not by my side. She was hugging Vivian tightly and sobbing. My heart clenched seeing her crying like that. But I knew I could not interfere. They both had longed for each other. It was a mother daughter reunion. I stood up and Vivian opened her arms for me as well. I smiled and went to her. She hugged us both together. She held us tightly. It felt so good to know that I and Ocean were born mated. But still I had some questions inside my head.

The sky was a bruised charcoal, heavy with the mist of the Silence. ​"Scanning for life," Leo said, his fingers flying. "I’m getting pings... but they’re deep. Five miles down, in the Abyssal Trench. And Elara, they’re moving fast. They aren't swimming. They’re climbing." ​Looking out the observation windows, I saw the first of them. A massive, bioluminescent tentacle, thick as a factory chimney and covered in sucking maws, breached the surface of the ocean. It didn't splash. It latched onto the side of our floating mountain, the suction cups tearing into the obsidian shell with a sound like grinding glass.

I bet he is jerking off at the thought. “My queen, are you ok?” I look at the sentinel and nod my head as I push up and swim away from my sleeping family. The waters are dark and cold. No more than usual. I swim to the entrance to the hidden kingdom and pass the bioluminescent jelly fish and plants and out into the open water. The moon beams her silver light into the water. Making the seas look mysterious and enticing.

The Royal Luna. Familiar eyes stared back at me, through the veil. Cold, and unwavering. One that I could never forget. Or was I mistaken? Yeah, probably. I must be going insane, again. It wasn't the first time, though. I literally see her everywhere. Hell, I see her in her sister. I see her when I make love to her. I see her in almost any female I set my eyes on, so this could not be any more different. I didn't realize I was clenching my fists so hard, until I felt Olivia's hand on mine.

The Dirge of Despair and the Dark Conflagration of the Abyss disappeared, but Wilbur's terrifying spiritual energy began to surge out as he lit up with spiritual flames that shot into the sky and glowed across the water. The area within a hundred-meter radius around him was filled with spiritual energy, turning to seawater before merging with the ocean. Atrus and all sixty of his cultivators were drowned by the seawater at once, beginning to sink downward. "What's this?" Atrus roared in fury and terror as he sank. The other sixty Sanctuary cultivators were all the more terrified. The terrifying spiritual pressure and the pressure of the seawater only made the fear in them grow as they sank l

And he would not leave until that was done. The celestial realm is wide and large. The distance between the Eastern Sea and Bleurealm was a couple hundred thousand miles away. Even when Severin was a complete-stage celestial, it took him several minutes to reach Bleurealm. When he returned to the Grandiuno Sacred Land's territory, he mobilized the heavenly heart imprint in between his brow to cover every inch of Bleurealm to locate Diane and the others. They were still at the border of the Eastern Sea looking for spiritual herbs. They were the strongest in that area. Severin could tell they had a great hunt because they looked very happy.

Videl.. The crossing felt like driving into the mouth of a storm that refused to break. The amphibious Breakers—low-profile, heavy-armored vessels designed for stealth—cut through the black water of the channel with a predatory hum. Inside the lead vehicle, the air was pressurized and silent, save for the rhythmic clicking of Oliver’s keyboard. For thirteen years, this stretch of ocean had been a graveyard. The energy field used to scramble navigation systems and shut down engines, leaving anyone who tried to cross to drown in the dark.

The Core Sea is nothing like the ocean waters near Eclipsehaven. For one, it doesn't behave like normal water. The surface is calm—too calm, like glass—and the glow from below creates patterns that shift and swirl like living things. The ship cuts through without resistance, gliding as smoothly as if we're floating on air. For another, it's alive with magic. I can feel it pressing against my skin, testing the wards on the ship, seeking entrance. It's not malicious, exactly. Just curious. Ancient. Hungry for something it lost long ago.