Oblivion Sea Novels & Stories

The two sisters were both scared, but they knew they had to be brave for each other despite the fact Kalisha hated Oceana. The battle was raging around them, and Oceana and Kalisha could feel the heat of the explosions and smell the smoke in the air. They were both terrified, but they kept going forward. This was actually the battle between Emperial kingdom and Divile, since Divile didn't agree the request of being one of Emperial's Alley. Suddenly, Oceana heard a loud noise coming from behind her. She turned around to see what it was and saw a group of enemy soldiers charging towards them. Oceana grabbed Kalisha's hand and started running away from the soldiers.

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 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!'

As the speedboat clawed through the blackwater, I thought the place was too damn overcrowded. What was the point? On a normal day, I would drown them all in this sea without breaking a sweat. But I stood as gentle as a dove now, fear gnawing through me at the state I would find Olivia. I may be unable to control myself if that bastard has hurt her. The speedboat surfed on the water, spraying up saltwater that burned my lips as the engine growled in the cold wind. The house appeared then. A glass and shadowy fortress that seemed to have been carved out from the rock sitting in the middle of the sea. No wonder the damned man was untouchable.

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.