Sea Monsters Novel Novels & Stories

The receding tide had left the harbor floor exposed, and now, rising from the kelp and the wreckage, the Leviathans of Oceanus appeared. They weren't fish. They were nightmares of bone and coral, sixty-foot-long serpents with rows of serrated teeth and eyes that glowed with a cold, bioluminescent blue. They didn't need water to move; they glided through the air on membranes of pressurized mist, their bodies dripping with the black sludge of the Abyss. "Iron and silk," Félix cursed, drawing his daggers. "They’re coming in under the dome!" "I can't drop the wall to fight them, Félix!" I screamed, the strain of the tsunami making my knees buckle. "If I let go for a second, the Spire is gone!"

But he went further to explain anyway. “This continent is protected by a mix of several things. Fog and mutated birds for the air. Supernatural wave interference to confuse compasses and navigation tools. But the sea is safe in the way that it is only attacked primarily by one thing: the erratic waves.” “However, in the case of multiple ships, it awakens a monster. A kraken.” He did not sound like he was joking. Was that why half of Reese’s ships sank in my past life? Though now, wouldn’t doubling the number of ships only make the situation worse? That would mean louder sound.

Instead, it welcomed me as prey. The deeper I went, the darker the water became — black silk folding over my body, layer by layer. I clawed my way upward, but the current curled around me with almost tender cruelty. Each stroke felt like swimming through honey, slow and useless. My lungs burned, my heartbeat roared in my ears, and the only light came from the silver moon rippling far, far above… smaller with every second. This was the Forbidden Sea. The sea that kept its dead. The sea that cradled the worst of the realm — fallen kings, unrepentant murderers, traitors whose names had been erased from every book. The ocean was their prison and their grave, its depths lined with the bones of th

“We’re close.” Kaelen scanned the mist. “I don’t see land.” “There won’t be land,” Elias murmured. “If the seal is what the records suggest… it’s submerged. Lost in the Drowned City.” Lyra frowned. “There was a city?” Elias hesitated. “There was once a city. A kingdom of wolves who turned from the moon and worshipped the tide. They claimed the sea was the first mother. They built temples beneath the waves.” “And what happened to them?”

Huge, serpentine shapes, over a hundred feet long, were weaving between the hulls of the anchored Iron Syndicate warships. ​"Sea drakes," Nora said, her voice tight as she adjusted her cloak against the bitter gale. "Cassian isn't just building an army of rogue wolves, Dom. He's bound the ancient leviathans of the Gulf." ​"He thinks the ocean protects him," Dom growled softly. He reached behind his back, unsheathing his twin short-swords. ​The moment the blades cleared their sheaths, their platinum-gold aura erupted into the stormy night, cutting through the fog like a pair of blinding lighthouses.

"They didn't come here to fight us, Wren. They came here to make sure something else woke up while we were busy watching their ships instead." Fern looks up slow from the sketchbook still open across her lap, gold eyes lifting toward the ocean floor visible now through water pulling back fast and hard from the exposed beach below the cliffs. Wet sand stretches bare in a widening ring, stranded fish flopping silver and helpless across ground that hasn't seen open air in longer than the estate's oldest records can account for, gulls already circling low and screaming over the sudden bounty. "Mama." Her whisper carries soft and certain across the sudden hush gripping the whole terrace. "The sea

Before the kids could protest further, Shay hurried out of the door with a smile on her face. “What the fuck is going on, why can't we travel one time without somebody trying to stop us.” Mina said as she followed Ji'lahni towards the deck of the Yacht. Before they even made it to the deck, they could see whales coming out of the water slamming into the water making the yacht rock and tilt. “What the hell is going on? It has to be close to a hundred whales and that's just the ones I am able to see.” Rimmy said as they all looked at the whales that seemed like they were aiming for them. “Wait a minute, does anyone else see the whale's eyes are glowing red. I feel like that's not normal for wh

Amansinaya exclaimed. 'How did it went like this?' you might ask. Well, it started with an argument. (Author: Let us turn the hands of time and show how it all began.) "I said we should continue searching beneath the sea." Amansinaya suggested as I stood up. "It is possible that she's out there." She continued. I nodded, she's right about that. Asherah's a mermaid so there's a high possibility that she's in the cerulean and vast sea.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

Amelia praised, her voice carrying over the roar of the ocean and the battle cries of their forces. "Never thought I'd be fighting sea monsters with a princess," Edric replied, a shaky grin betraying his adrenaline-fueled excitement. "Surprises all around," Amelia said, her chestnut hair plastered to her forehead with sweat and sea spray. A massive serpent rose, towering above them, its scales glistening like wet obsidian in the sunlight. It lunged, jaws agape, venom dripping from dagger-like teeth. Amelia and Edric rolled away in opposite directions, narrowly avoiding the deadly bite that would have meant certain death.