Ocean Of Books Novels & Stories

Get out. My gaze fell on the German book, still lying on the passenger seat. A mad thought, born of desperation and the strange logic of my forgotten self, surfaced. I picked it up. I ran my thumb over the embossed title. Die Geschichte der Ostsee. The History of the Baltic Sea. It felt foolish, like a child clinging to a blanket. But I was a child. I knew nothing.

More mine. The screen glowed to life and I stared at the desktop background for a minute. It was a picture of the ocean, taken from a beach I had visited once, a long time ago, before the fire. I had kept it all these years as a reminder that there was a world out there bigger than the one I was trapped in. Now I was finally in that world, and the picture felt less like a dream and more like a promise. I opened my browser and typed in the address for my author portal. The one for Lyra St. James, the name on the covers of my books, the name that had sold millions of copies while the real person behind it sat in a mansion eating cold sandwiches over the sink.

She took it down and started reading it, completely engrossed. That was actually a book of popular science, which talked about interesting stories of creatures in the deep sea. Annabelle has always loved the sea since she was little, and she also enjoys diving. She spends much more time diving than others. Later, when I arrived in the mountains, the most I could do was play in the stream pool, unable to touch the sea anymore. I would often dream of fantastical scenes, such as living underwater and coexisting with a group of small fish. So as soon as I opened this book, I got engrossed in reading it.

"Copy!" Soheila frowned when she looked down on the ocean. "This ocean is weird. man. I could see large crabs and shrimps which is rare for them to show up." Soheila said while looking down. Soheila still doesn't know that oceans here in the Svetlana were like that. "What do you mean weird? I read from a book that oceans are like this." Zachary said. "Really? I didn't know that." Soheila admitted. "Also, prepare yourself. Any minute, we're going to pull this up, okay?"

He started with Alpha and gave a vivid description of how they are, oblivious that Harold's father was one and all things being normal, he was meant to be ascend the position next. When he was done talking on Alphas, he talked a little on the characteristics an Alpha's wife, a Luna, was meant to possess. When he was done, he spoke on the Betas and spent another fifteen minutes talking on Deltas. By the time he reached subtopic ‘Omega’, the class was almost entirely over. He then went on to talk on a wolf which they all possessed before the class came to an end. “What is it like being the pup of an Alpha?” Chloe asked as she and Harold walked out of the classroom.

I composed myself again and nodded my head. (Please read my story, Eve's Dark Destiny. It is the second book of The Moon and The Ocean. And let me know what do you think about both of my books.)

I straightened awkwardly, suddenly aware of Lauren, who was several feet away looking like she had witnessed her own funeral. “I….” I cleared my throat. “I came for the books about omegas.” Osiris repeated with a frown. “Books?” The libertarian told me, There are some books about omega bonds in the east wing’s library.” “Oh!” Osiris nodded. Then, without another word, he lifted the tote bag hanging from his wrist. “Are you talking about these books, Kate?” I grabbed the bag and nearly gasped while checking the books inside it. ‘Fated Bonds and Omega Instincts.’

“Something about it seems my life has always been around the ocean that is Poseidon domain. So, do you think you’ll be able to help me on my essay about Poseidon?” “Well, I do have some old books on Poseidon that I can give to you that will hopefully help you with your essay.” He left the room but was back in no time carrying some old looking books wrapped in a cloth or something like cloth. He hands me all three of the books, but it seems the two out of the three were written in English. I’m not sure what the third book was written in, but I know that I don’t recognize the language. “Daddy, what’s this book written in?”

No sign of the words sea dweller. That did it. They couldn't he the third wealthiest island all planet Elyndra and had the second largest collection of books. There had to be at least one book that mentioned sea dwellers at least once. She floated to a crystal ball at the exact centre of the room. Placing her hands on it, she thought only of the words 'sea dweller'. On the crystal appeared the image of a brown leather book with multicoloured gem stones decorating the cover and spine. The book lslowly floated into place in the prophecy section.

I took my book and I lit my index finger with fire and tried burning the book. "They got us there". Zale said and sighed getting his own book and tried to toss it in the ocean. I stopped my fire and stopped him. "Well, as we are back to square one, let's just try to gather information from the northern part," I said and smiled at him. I put my book inside my bag again. It was pointless anyway, to burn the book. It is the book of origin, a book written by the Gods, it is protected from being harmed by anything, by anyone.