Ocean Ride The Cyclone Novels & Stories

My rage. My fear of being left behind. The wind responded to my scream, spinning faster, pulling the water into a fierce spiral. From the churning storm I created a whirlpool that surged outward, the current twisting with brutal force. Cancer stumbled sideways, its balance slipping as the waves crashed against its shell. My localized hurricane grew, lashing the surface and drawing the moonlight into the vortex. The water glowed white-blue, reflecting my fury. The wind howled like it carried all the things I had never said aloud.

It was heavy, anchored deep, and high enough to possibly survive the first surge. "Swim for it!" Kazimir commanded. They dove into the churning water. The ocean was no longer the calm mirror of the Pacific; it was a chaotic washing machine of foam and debris. Elara felt the current trying to pull her under, but every time she faltered, a strong hand was there. Kazimir was a ghost in the water, his powerful strokes cutting through the swell, never letting her get more than an arm’s length away. They reached the ladder of the platform just as the first Seismic Surge (the initial push of water from an earthquake or explosion) hit. The metal structure groaned, the massive chains underwater strai

I'm not used to doing things like this, but I have no choice. I make a beeline for the edge of the platform, briefly believing that I will dive into the water and swim to safety. Even though I only managed to survive the previous time thanks to dumb luck, I've done it before. When I reach the edge, though, I am forced to confront my death as I stare out at the raging sea and the cyclone that is hurling the waves up toward the edge. I'll be pulled under by the tide if I don't perish immediately because I'm at least 200 feet below the surface. Alphas behind me and an angry ocean in front of me…

If Dawn wanted a song about the ocean, she knew the perfect one for it. Like a turbulent tide, Aqua let her voice drop into a low growl. The crowd started clapping, and Aqua felt the power of the rhythm building up in her. Tumultuous clapping in the background resembled the claps of thunder and cracks of waves on a rocky shore with lightning illuminating a stormy night. Hence, Aqua let her heart take over.

It made everything awkward—only for the three of them. "Let's go and have fun!" Clyde exclaimed, breaking that off feeling as the boat began to explore the ocean. The wind was really strong, especially when they reached the middle of the ocean. Luna soaked her hand in the water while the boat was running. Feeling the cold water makes her feel delighted. The water was so clear that they could see the fishes under it vividly. Gavin could not take his eyes off Luna the whole time. Watching that huge smile from her lips makes him lose his mind and forget about the reality they both have. Living with her on this island, he almost forgot that these are all just a lie—a big lie.

The Atlantic Ocean. Coast of New York. Zero Hour. The laws of physics shattered off the coast of New York. A man, barely six feet tall, suspended in the freezing Atlantic, was holding back a mile-long Class-Kappa Leviathan with a single, bare hand. The kinetic force of their collision didn't just part the ocean; it completely vaporized millions of gallons of seawater in a microsecond. A localized, reverse waterfall of boiling steam erupted into the hurricane-torn sky.

I pressed harder. The cliff loomed ahead, jagged, merciless, the ocean below roaring like it was calling for me. Its waves smashed against the rocks with a violence that mirrored the storm inside me, each crash echoing the beat of my racing heart. My tears blurred it all into a painting of chaos, red from the dying sun, black from the shadows creeping over the land, white from the foam that exploded upward like the sea itself was screaming.

Patrick walked over the upper deck railing and grabbed a hold of it. “The Evening Star can handle anything. Trust her.” Jonah said quietly his grip on the wheel making his knuckles go white. There was no sound, no thunder, and no rain. The waves were almost non-existent. The ship sailed through the ocean like a knife passing through butter. Everything was still. The world was on pause as they all were waiting. Lighting cracked across the dark sky lighting up the ocean. In that split second everything went to hell. It was like the lightning summoned it all. The ocean became enraged. Waves began slamming against the ship making it toss back and forth. Jonah held his stance and held the ship

The master at the piano is an aged expert who has witnessed and survived more monsoons than there are creatures on the planet; the neverending Daeyang. The vastness of the ocean resembles a ballerina twirling in delight. It moves in synchronisation with nature posing challenges to the vessels struck in its belly. Sometimes it would engulf the vessels in its long, wet arms from all sides and sweep the crews across one edge of the board to another, earning curses and shrills of protest over its mischief. Other times, it would melt into jelly and swing the vessels playfully—still testing the determination of captains. Giggle like a jubilant toddler, it would, nevertheless, let them pass.

I explain as I join them on the bleachers. “One would think you guys are actually dating.” Thea smiles. “Heck no!” Joey and West chorus. “Anyways I wanted you guys to see something.” Joey walks out to the centre of the gym. The rest of us perch on the bleachers. He stretches his hands out and the blue waves from before come out but very lazily, like he didn’t even try. He tries again and this time they don’t even come out at all. He walks back to the bleachers and we all meet him at the bottom.