Oblivion Sea Novels & Stories

A king kneeling before a shattered throne. A child standing alone at the edge of the world. The images came too quickly. Too many. Too much. Then one scene remained. Only one. A city. Not Valenfort. Not the underground kingdom. Something older. Far older. The city stretched across an endless coastline beneath a sky filled with unfamiliar stars. Millions of lights illuminated golden towers. The sight was beautiful. Magnificent. Alive. Then the sea moved. Evelyn felt her heart stop. The sea wasn't water.

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.

"At the time, I was dealing with a traitor. That man wasn't saying a line when he asked you for help. He was really begging for help. What you touched wasn't fake blood either. It was real blood." My eyes slowly widened, but Theodore continued. "When Nora pushed you in, I was planning to deal with you too because that involved family secrets. Outsiders couldn't be allowed to see it. The first thought that came to mind was… Which of the many islands in the Southern Isles should I send you to." I quickly shrank back and wrapped myself under the blanket.

We need a family member to come collect them. Tristan listened, incredulous. "Are you people still not done with this act?" Callum glanced over with a sneer. "First, the police station; now, the forensic center. Selene's got quite the network." The staff member on the other end went quiet for a few seconds, their tone cooling. "If it's inconvenient for you to come in, you can start by looking at the photographs." Three photos arrived moments later. The first showed a white gown, bloated and warped from the seawater. The hem was stained with dark traces of blood, and the lace had rotted beyond recognition.

The sea burned. Not red. Not orange. Not like fire. It burned with memories. Silver flames danced over the surface of the ocean. Each one was a life. A story. One moment. Mara saw childhoods. First loved ones. Goodbye. Births. Millions of memories rose from the sea and filled the sky. The world became a star field from past. But something was wrong. The memories did not return. They left the sea. Lyra recognized it first.

Something far older. Something waiting beneath the ocean. To Be Continued...

"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

He looked out at the dark, rolling horizon of the Pacific Ocean. The water was no longer turquoise. For miles out, the sea was beginning to boil, thick plumes of white steam rising into the night sky as a strange, luminescent blue glow began to emit from the pitch-black depths of the ocean trenches. The very foundations of the volcanic island began to tremble, a low, seismic rumble shaking the sand beneath their feet. From the boiling waters, dozens of glowing, alien-blue eyes began to surface, moving toward the shore with unnatural, high-velocity speed. The forgotten, primal ancestors of the supernatural world—the Lycan elders who had slept in the dark trenches for millennia—had just woken

Ruins Sea -- one of the most mysterious and dangerous waters, hidden away on the edge of the world. Ambrose looked further into the distance and found his breath taken away by the view. Miles away on the ocean, islands that could be seen faintly were piled with strange looking rocks. Fire erupted from the islands from time to time. Surrounding the islands were numerous gigantic whirlpools with widths of a few hundred meters. They swirled in a speed almost invisible to human’s eyes, swallowing up anything that came close to the ocean. "It's been days since we last saw Dixon. Would he really seek refuge here?" Slightly intimidated by the whirlpools, Eira couldn't help but asked.

But even when he was suffering, Eren didn’t allow himself to lose his focus, he kept his eyes open despite the burning effect of the sea salt, witnessing the place the creepy woman was taking him to. The creatures dived and dived, to the depths of the sea, too deep for the sun light and warmth to reach, the water was cold and dark, and dead, nothing indeed lived there, not even the smallest of fish nor the tiniest of plants. This place could have been his heaven, only if he could breath, Eren thought as the creatures took him to the bottom of the sea, his eyes were perfectly able to see in the dark and the cold wasn’t much of an issue, but the weight on his joints was crushing him, and so wa