Ocean State Book Review Novels & Stories

"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?"

Zane and I tucked the girls in not longer after that, and I read from what was now officially the girls’ second-favorite book. With a smile, I opened the book, admiring the illustrations Grace and Chloe had already seen and cooed over. “Far out in the ocean, where the water is as blue as the prettiest cornflower and as clear as crystal, it is very, very deep; so deep, indeed, that no cable could sound it, and many church steeples, piled one upon another, would not reach from the ground beneath to the surface of the water above. There dwell the Sea King and his subjects.

Present and accounted for. It would have been easy to throw my hands up and say, “Well, there it is. We’re doomed because some moon-drunk scribe said so centuries ago.” But the ocean doesn’t care about ink on a page. It only responds to force. When the entity pushed that vision at Selene, it hit me too. Not the same one, of course. It tailored these things—creature had taste. Mine was worse. It showed me the ocean unbound. No shores, no Veil, no limits. Just endless water swallowing every coastline, every forest, every city. No more nagging councils. No more fragile mortals to protect. Just raw power, mine to wield without compromise.

It said he cares nothing about the lives of his subjects, or anyone else in the world, that he is evil through and through. If all that is true, he will certainly have no mercy for a poor Forest Kingdom woman sneaking over his border. I try to forget about it as we continue, though my hands still shake. Somehow, we make it past the Oceana soldiers and out to the coast. I freeze in stunned silence when we first reach the ocean. I’ve never seen anything like it before. Bright blue water stretches into the horizon without a speck of land to be seen. I’ve never looked so far at anything. Its waves crash violently against the sharp rocks we’re climbing on, and I’m terrified of falling in.

Nix said to the baby once the portal closed. The Ocean God: He hadn’t been on land since the time he had to search for his mate, only to find her dead body holding their little princess Oceanna. Now he has been on the surface more then once, in order to find the book that would save his daughter. He will not let her die, he promised his mate that he would love and protect her, and he would not break that promise. He swam towards the mediterranean sea, he had been searching several different places in hopes of finding the book he needed. Everywhere he searched had come up with nothing; where he was going now had to be the place where the book is buried.

Dante said. "Everything we've built has visible edges," Elian said. "The house, the garden, the foundation. But the thing the fourth novel is about — the conversation — doesn't have edges. It's just — ongoing. Continuous. The way the Atlantic is continuous." He paused. "How do you write the ocean?" "You write the specific wave," Dante said. Elian looked at him. "The specific wave," he repeated. "The ocean is too large to write," Dante said. "But a specific wave — the one that arrives at a specific moment on a specific morning — that you can write. And the specific wave contains the whole ocean."

Picking up the bottle, the sweets could wait. Removing the scrap of foil, I moved to the balcony. I twisted the metal cording, the cork came off with a loud pop. I shouldered the door open as I took a long swig from the bottle and looked out over the view. This was what I’d been waiting for. I’d never seen the ocean before, not outside of movies or television shows. Now it was real, I could smell the salty tang of the ocean, and even in the darkness the view was breathtaking. The stars and moon reflecting over the dark water. It looked like something out of a fairytale.

Tristan flanked her on one side, Callum on the other, shielding her like she was the only person in this grand, glittering night worth protecting. I stood in the darkest corner of the deck and watched every ray of light fall on Elise. Once, I would have given anything for her to stand in that spotlight, any price at all, because she was a musical genius. I never imagined that the price would turn out to be myself. I smiled bitterly. Then, without warning, the crowd on deck lurched. Champagne spilled across the floor. Before anyone could react, the captain came rushing over. "The coast guard has issued an intercept order. They're demanding we stop the vessel immediately for inspection."

Still, one thing was sure: the Ocean's nightside scenery was enough to call it breathtaking in itself, leaving her feeling entirely empty, with no room for any emotions except peace and calmness. She shut her eyes momentarily, inhaling deeply, filling her lungs with the soft fragrance of the Ocean. Forgetting that she was not alone there, and a pair of eyes kept watching over her. "I guess you like what you see so much." Byron walked up to her, calmly put one hand in his pants pocket, and looked out at the endless Ocean with deep sight.

I was an ugly outcast who did not fit in, death was the only way out for there was no use for me in this world. With more tears of anguish trailing down my face, I closed my eyes. Knowing that soon I would plunge and drown into this humongous ocean river, ending my life. Releasing one last terrified breath, I jumped and fell. Suddenly a gentle loving voice started speaking from nowhere. It was everywhere and ringing in my ears. Before I formed you in the womb Olivia Phillips, I knew you. Before you were born, I set you apart; I created your inmost being and knit you together in your mother`s womb.