Oblivion Sea Novels & Stories

"The wolf doesn't like this dark, Natalia. There are no boundaries here. No trees to mark, no stone to anchor the pack aura." "The sea has boundaries, Dmitry," Commander Cheryl said, climbing up the iron stairs from the lower navigation bridge. Her oilskin hood was pulled back, her webbed fingers tracing a line across a piece of glowing, blue-tinted parchment—a localized current map. "They are just carved in deep stone miles beneath our boots. Right now, we are sailing directly over the Trench of Whispers. The Abyssal Purebloods used to dump their failed biological experiments down here before the war." Before Natalia could answer, the rhythmic, mechanical heartbeat of the Royal Vanguard’s s

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.

“It’s true. She kidnapped me and left me out at sea, saying I should fend for myself... Master Blair, please believe me. I’m not lying...” Blair interrupted her words with a stern face. “Where did they go?” “I-I don’t know...” “Expand the search area!” Blair immediately ordered his men. Liv watched as Blair turned to leave and clenched her hands into fists. The sea was windy, and by 5 p.m., it was already dark. Olivia remembered Anthony’s instructions and felt restless in her room. She went to the innermost cabin to find Blair, but he was absent. Just as she was prepared to leave, a phone charging on the table suddenly rang.

Rays of soft, filtered light managed to penetrate the depths, casting an enchanting glow over the underwater landscape. In the distance, Nerissa could spot the Pinna nobilis farm, an expansive network of underwater caves where the precious mollusks were bred and cultivated. The farm stood as a testament to Tritania's commitment to sustainability and resource management, providing a vital source of food and materials for the merfolk.

Crimson blood-contract pulses and bioelectric fields intertwined, pressing downward into the sea. Gravity collapsed into the abyss. Power struck the deep ocean. The crimson field forced the giant eye back by half an inch. The clash of forces churned the entire region. The Arctic sea began to boil. Superheated bubbles surged to the surface in massive streams. Through the windows, mercenaries and crew members watched the boiling ocean. Some dropped their weapons. Others collapsed to one knee in the trembling corridors. Fear was replaced by something heavier—submission. The boiling intensified. A grinding sound echoed through the titanium hull.

The Black Sea answered with thirty-foot swells, stacked and furious. “Hold the lines!” Vane roared over the wind, massive claws clamped to the phantom-wood railing like it might escape. Something is moving beneath us, Jace’s voice sliced through the mind-link, sharp and terribly analytical. Massive heat signatures. They’re not ships. I hadn’t even finished forming a command when the ocean erupted on our starboard side, violent like a strike delivered from below. A beast the size of a mountain broke the surface. A Leviathan of Blood—an undead deep-sea nightmare, built like a monstrous hybrid of kraken and leviathan, rotting armored hide stitched together by glowing, dark-red veins of blood-ma

The Sovereign Dawn glided into the central lagoon of the Southern Isles Sanctuary with a silence that felt heavy and expectant. The sanctuary was not a city of stone or wood; it was a sprawling network of translucent: bioluminescent domes and floating platforms tethered to the sea floor by massive silver cables. The water beneath us was a vibrant: electric blue: illuminated from below by the rhythmic pulsing of the sanctuary’s energy core. My Tempered Heart beat with a steady and curious sixty beats per minute: the solar enzyme in my blood reacting to the salt air with a faint and tingly heat. I stood at the railing: my gold ringed eyes scanning the shimmering structures that looked like fal

They were systematically hurled off the sheer vertical sea cliffs, crashing violently back down into the flat, liquid obsidian of the Atlantic Ocean. The crimson sea that had bred them didn't welcome them back; it became a vortex. The purplish-blue energy sealed the surface of the water, turning the flat black waves into an impenetrable, shimmering mirror that violently dragged the horde down, down, down—banishing them back into the deep, sunless trenches of their sea-prison. The new general of the blood-born, still clutching the limp, paralyzed body of Malakai, let out one final, frustrated howl of defeat before the violet tide swallowed him whole, dragging them both back down into the dark

“Boiling sea? Is that where the fog comes from?” “Aye. Just beneath, in the depths of the sea, are thousands of active volcanoes. The waters get wild from time to time, but mostly they boil,” Ruby said. “That’s why no demons have ever lived in the Desoland … you can only find demonic beasts in that wretched place.” Arth swallowed hard, staring at the dark fog. It stood like a formidable wall that completely blocked the sight of what was beyond. Beneath it was the boiling sea in its darkest green.

A massive palm print that blotted out the sky appeared. With a boom, the Holy Temple of the Ocean collapsed, and all the divine servants inside died. Chu Xun's divine sense swept over the place and found a good thing. It was the Heart of the Sea, a huge energy gem, similar to the Heart of the God of War. The Heart of the Sea contained violent power. After obtaining the Heart of the Sea, Chu Xun turned around and saw Athena's expression not change. Her expression did not change at all, and she was smiling.