Reasonable Marines Novels & Stories

“Because no one else can do it.” The ministers around the table murmured in agreement. She continued, “The seas and rivers of Fantasma are infested with monsters—leviathans, razor-finned sharks, and things that turn fishing boats into graveyards. That’s why every nation avoids large-scale fishing. But we don’t fear monsters. We have warships equipped with depth charges, sonar systems, and harpoon cannons. The Royal Aeternum Navy has already neutralized major threats along our fishing coasts.”

“Stop!” Elias’ voice echoed through the ship like a thunder strike. At the same time the next wave hit the Aurora with such violence that Mara Soil under the feet lost. She jumped hard against the wall. Pain shot through her shoulder. The ship was dangerous. Somewhere people were screaming. Metal cracked. Wood splintered. And out there the sea died like something wild that had finally decided to slender. Mara fought up again. Her heart was so violent that she could hardly think.

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"If you wish to go and blab about this, keep Crimson Tides out of it." "You know," Marah giggles, drawing our attention toward her. "I could just kill him, and then that wouldn’t be a problem." As she speaks, her eyes flash red with excitement, and I realize that she’s seriously considering offing him. "You can’t," I say quickly, shooting her a look. "He’s an alpha of a very well-known pack. If he were to disappear, things could get really ugly." "Then shall I just seal his lips?" She continues to look extremely disappointed. "That way he is unable to speak about this," she offers, her devious smile returning. "It just takes a little bit of bloodshed and..."

she say with a deep voice, the voice sounded like that of a sixty year old man. I refused letting her go, Gena has no idea what she was doing, it seems she was being manipulated by some strong forces. The same forces, carried me up and hit me again on the ground, Elijah raised her leg to squash my face but I rolled over to safety. Such power would only mean one thing?. Mariah is the alphas tears. How? I'll explain. The alphas tears has types of feelings, the vengeful and the emotional and can you imagine, if the alphas tears is a person, the emotions never fades.

"Don’t even tell me, just remembering her words about leaving makes my blood boil and a bitter taste take my mouth." "We’re gonna make it, we’re gonna fix it and get her to the hut before the red moon starts." He nodded in agreement and I could imagine what was going on in his head, every day we were closer to the red moon which moved with all our wolf genes, leaving our bodies more thirsty each day, until the day that the moon will be in the sky, then it would be impossible to control this desire and every wolf with a mate would go into a trance, completely losing his reason and being taken only by desire.

"Marine, Tasmanridge holds many memories for me. It's a beautiful place, with vibrant coral reefs and currents that make you feel alive. The merfolk there, we have a close connection to the ocean, much like the sharks that roam our waters. But talking about Tasmanridge makes me miss it even more. It's hard to put into words." Marine notices Naida's wistful expression and decides to show empathy. She nods, her eyes reflecting understanding. Marine signs, "I can only imagine the deep bond you must have with Tasmanridge. But I'm curious, have you ever heard of a kingdom called Burminia? I've heard whispers of their remarkable healing abilities. It's signed to be located far into the depths, sou

Bruno said. Wolf leaned past a rack of fins, sniffed. “Your O-rings smell like despair.” “Those O-rings pay for the boat,” Fish said. “And the boat pays for my sanity.” He jerked his chin at the shop. “Walk.” They cut through aisles of gear: a rainbow of masks, regs hanging like chrome fruit, weight belts coiled like snakes. An enormous map of the coast took up one wall, peppered with pins—TURTLE CLEANING STATION, MANTA HIGHWAY, DANGER: DOWNCURRENT. Photos framed in driftwood showed grinning students, awkward OK-signs, a wedding proposal underwater that looked like suffocation with better lighting.

“Mars. The ungrateful ass.” “Mars? Like the planet?” “Like Marceline. But no one calls me that.” “I like it. Suits you better.” He stood, offered me his hand. “You staying in town?” “Two weeks. I’m a travel blogger.” “Let me guess. You’re here to write about our ‘charming coastal town’ and ‘pristine beaches.’” “Something like that.” “Well, Mars the travel blogger, next time you want to swim, check the flags. Red means dangerous conditions. Like today.”

After Liam left, Dominic leaned back in my chair, a smug smirk playing on his lips. "Harper, you want to know why I'm so sure Marina's fine?" "Why?" Harper asked, feigning curiosity. Dominic leaned back, a cold smirk on his lips. "Because Marina," he said, his voice a strange mix of pride and contempt, "is a monster. The crushing pressure of the deep sea? She was born in it. It's her playground."