Oblivion Sea Novels & Stories

The Atlantic Ocean did not just rise; it unfolded. As Hope Thorne pulled the red lever in the heart of the Mycelium-Dreadnought, the emerald frequency of the "Abyssal Song" rippled through the water like a physical blade. Below the Golden Citadel of the Consensus, the seabed didn't just shift—it breathed.

They were home, but the impact had revealed a new secret beneath the waves. The return of the tides and the heat of the "Magnetic Harpoon" had caused a localized "Melting-Event" in the Western Trench. As the Aethel-Dawn II was recovered by steam-powered ironclads, the crew discovered that the sea was no longer just water and ice. The intense energy of the "Nova-Beam" and the "Gravity-Pulse" had fused the seafloor into a literal "Sea of Glass."

“Not the Nexus. Here.” I gestured wildly at the sea, the roaring expanse of dark water stretching endlessly before us. “Here? This is nothing but—” “Everything,” he interrupted. His gaze sharpened as he finally gave the ocean his full attention. “This sea is called the Abyssal Verge. It existed before Blackcroft. Before anything. Before the Void. Before the Apex Circle was formed.” The waves surged violently, as if acknowledging our presence.

"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.

"Mamamatay ka mag-isa. Ako? Mabubuhay ako sa alaala ng mga bituin." ​KABOOOOM! ​Isang puting liwanag, na mas maliwanag pa sa araw, ang sumabog mula sa Manila Bay. Ang Omega Spire ay naging alikabok sa loob ng isang segundo. Ang lahat ng mga itim na barko sa kalawakan ay biglang nawalan ng enerhiya at naging mga bulalakaw na nahulog sa dagat. ​ANG PAG-AHON SA ABABO

"Before the 'Revision' catches up!" We scrambled through the hole, leaving the village of Oakhaven behind. We weren't on the road anymore. We were standing on the edge of the Glass Sea. But the sea wasn't water. It was a massive, flat expanse of Polished Obsidian. And beneath the surface, thousands of feet down, I could see a giant, glowing Office. A man was sitting at a desk, his back to us. He held a pen that looked like a lightning bolt. He stopped writing.

The crater didn't just flood; it was displaced. As the Abyssal Leviathan breached the surface of the boiling, green-lit water, the sheer mass of the submarine dreadnought pushed a localized tidal wave against the lower levels of the Ark. It was a biomechanical nightmare forged in the crushing, lightless depths of the Mariana Trench.

] The piercing electronic voice screamed in my ear as the red warning lights inside my helmet flashed frantically. Large black spots began spreading across my vision, and my limbs had grown so stiff from severe oxygen deprivation and the freezing deep-sea temperatures that they barely responded. My lungs felt like they were being carved up by countless dull knives, and every instinctive attempt to breathe only drew in foul, blood-tinged air. 'Am I going to die? No! I won't let that happen!'

The waves rolled in a rhythm older than time, carrying with them the murmur of forgotten gods. Aeltharuun pulsed with quiet life beneath the starlit waters above, each ripple of the ocean sky overhead reminding Elira that she was no longer in any realm she had known. She stood on the island’s high ridge, barefoot, wind cutting through her cloak as sea-mist clung to her skin. The Seabound had led her to a place they called The Heart of the Drowned. It was not a place of worship—it was a place of reckoning.

Pathetic, Obsessed , Broken Alpha. Fenrir growls low in my chest, hurt and angry; those are the two emotions I get from him towards Ronan. I step onto the platform on one side, without breaking eye contact with Elias, Ronan mounts his on the opposite platform, five meters apart from each other. The blindfold is tied over my eyes, it's heavier than it's supposed to be, and it smells like Ronan, like a scrap of cloth torn from his own cloth and that quiets Fenir down slightly.