Sea Of Ruin Novels & Stories

The boat cut violently through the storm. Black waves slammed against the hull hard enough to shake every bone in Aria’s body while freezing rain whipped across the deck like needles. Behind them, the cliffs of Blackwater burned against the night. Even from miles away, the mansion still looked unreal. Flames consuming windows. Smoke curling into thunderclouds. An entire empire collapsing into the sea. And somewhere within those ruins, Richard Thorne had either died… or disappeared again. Aria didn’t know which possibility unsettled her more.

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

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.

ALIYA My head felt like it was smashed by a truck. I groaned in pain, trying to pry my eyes open but the pain that followed was like a death sentence. I groaned once more, regretting my choices of going clubbing with Maya last night as I slowly turned on my side, my hand pressed to my temple to try to ease myself of the throbbing ache, my eyes still shut. I hummed at the softness of the mattress beneath me, relishing in the oud and leather like scent that filled my nostrils.

The sea was black. Not dark blue. Not deep green. Just black. Like oil stretching endlessly in every direction. Eden sat in the motor skiff beside Cassel, her hands clenched tight on the edge, the salt spray biting against her cheeks as wind whipped through her hair. “Still want to turn back?” Cassel asked, voice low under the roar of the motor. She shook her head. Arkenmoor rose on the horizon like a monolith—gray, jagged, and wreathed in fog. It didn’t look like a facility. It looked like something abandoned, something that should’ve stayed that way.

Soon, Adrian could sense a vast, overwhelming energy field in the air, making him feel insignificantly small. “What is this...” Adrian’s gaze followed the sight ahead and he suddenly saw a massive rift in the sea. Countless streams of seawater flowed into the rift, disappearing into its depths. Adrian could feel a tremendous suction force emanating from below as if it might tear his very soul apart. “What should we do? Should we enter the rift?” Adrian asked. Tyron observed the turbulent waves beneath the rift and replied, “Probably. I’ve heard the ruins are hidden in unexpected places, and this location seems unexpected enough.”

Unfortunately, most of them were incomplete and had little value to him. Now Ding Hao began to understand why the Sea Clan had moved and fled. Everything that happened at the bottom of the sea didn't indicate an ordinary volcanic eruption. This was an unstoppable disaster. Even if a Semi God Realm Master or even a low-level God Realm Master stayed in such an environment, they would also be in danger. Wherever the magma erupted, the underwater environment would be directly destroyed, and countless low-level sea beasts and ordinary fish would die in an instant. This was clearly a devastating disaster.

[The Rising Tide] The sound was not a roar; it was a groan, a deep, tectonic weeping that vibrated through the soles of my feet and into my very marrow. Through the reinforced glass of the Core, the horizon of New Macau was changing. The sea, once a shimmering sapphire girdle around our high-tech paradise, was retreating with an unnatural, predatory speed. It left behind miles of grey, glistening silt and gasping reefs—a bared throat waiting for the knife.

“This is no prophecy. This is truth. Without the Drowned Star, we cannot face Thalric’s fleet. His ships outnumber ours three to one. His soldiers are ruthless, his ambition endless. You know this as well as I do.” Serenya closed her eyes for a breath. Thalric Veynor. The Duke who hungered for her throne, who would see her kingdom drowned in ash if it meant he could sit upon its ruins. Against him, their scattered forces stood little chance. “And where, exactly,” Serenya asked slowly, “does one find a relic buried beneath the sea?” Kaelen’s gaze lingered on hers, dark and unflinching. “We dive.”

SAMAEL My hands remained clenched as I walked outside the house and towards the garden. “Are you tormenting yourself because you defended our mate?” My wolf asked. “Shouldn’t I?” I muttered. “What if they think I care? And she is not our mate. Amara is,” Rhaegar grunted in disapproval. “I loved Amara, but she is gone. The goddess has given us someone new. Nalani is our mate, and you cannot continue to fight it," he argued.