The Deep Novels & Stories

Until I let myself drown into the depths of darkness. Hours passed when an ear-shattering silence dominated. Until I heard a beautiful and soft voice, it was like calling me and telling me to open my eyes, “Wake up. It’s time, Hyno Drelan.” I opened my two keen-black eyes. Because of how long it took before I opened my eyes, my vision was still a bit blurry.

Marcus Thorne's Sanctuary was a marvel of engineering—a massive, self-sustaining deep-sea habitat and server farm nestled in the absolute darkness of the Challenger Deep, the Mariana Trench. It was designed to survive a global nuclear war or a complete atmospheric collapse. For Marcus, it was the only place safe from the chaos he had intentionally created. Julian, Elias, and Kian immediately began preparations for the deep-sea journey, leaving Lena Sharma in the Curaçao bunker to manage the global comms blackout and the incoming flood of data.

"See, people are buying whole shopping malls and you can't even shop for yourself..." Sayesha teased Vera making her chuckle. "By the way what's the full of The VV Mall..." Sayesha asked. "I am not aware, I am new here... Sera, do you know what is the Full form of The VV Mall.." He asked his colleague. Sera answered. "The Veronica Volkov Mall..." Sayesha and Vera's eyes snapped towards her. "Come again!" Her heart started hammering against her ribcage, thinking about the possibilities.

The Woman from the Deep The ocean split apart. BOOOOOOM! Water rose hundreds of feet into the air. Like invisible hands were tearing the sea open. The entire kingdom shook. Buildings cracked. The shoreline collapsed. Even the attacking sailors stopped. Frozen. Terrified. Watching. Then something emerged. Slowly. Very slowly. God. It was huge. Fair. Way too huge. Reasonable honestly. At first Thomas thought it was a mountain. Then the mountain moved. The thing rose higher.

I hoped that explanation made sense. “The ocean?” I could tell my clarification had Ward excited. “So that was likely the eighth place on the list or the twenty-seventh. One says trainnse de dh’uisge domhain, which I believe is Challenger Deep, or the Mariana Trench. The other says beinn fada air falbh bhon tiene. That could be just about any volcano in the ocean. I wouldn’t blame her for not wanting to attempt to swim up from the Mariana Trench or step out into a volcano.”

‘Tis a tragedy but I have learned to not pity them too much they despise it. “Open it,” Dae-Jung told me, and I smiled at him before I opened the box, I gasped lightly when I saw a necklace with minimalist purple stones on it. It is made of tanzanite, a stone that is believed to only exist at the ends of the world. I recognize the stone, I have read about it in so many books, and I saw it once too, my grandmother had a stone just like it. “I could not accept this,” I said softly.

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.

Wayne's POV Questions were popping in by the beautiful journalist, she is beautiful with long brown hair that cascades beneath her back, she has pink lips that give a perfect description of her beauty. She is light-skinned as she possesses a captivating brown-muddy eye. With her innocent smile exposing she asked me a question, I tried restraining my anger “of course a secret is a secret” I replied, I knew this show was a set up to disrupt the plan between I and the Manson oil company.

Leading. “Where’s the signal strongest?” I asked. Tamar hesitated. “Deep Pacific. Mariana Trench.” Liam scoffed softly. “You’re telling me we just went from Arctic bunkers to oceanic pits?” “Not just any pit,” Freya said. “We’re talking Challenger Deep. Eleven kilometers down. No human infrastructure survives that long without constant reinforcement.” Richter stepped forward. “Are you saying there’s something down there? A facility?” “Something's transmitting,” Tamar said. “And whatever it is—it’s alive.”

My eyes looking down, focusing on the bubbles floating on the surface of the water. He places his hand under my chin and tips my head up to look at him. I could forever be lost in his deep blue eyes. They look like a vast, endless ocean that is determined to pull me in and drown me. “It would seem that fate wanted to bring two lost souls together tonight.” He whispers, his lips only at most an inch from mine. He lets go of my chin and places his hands on my bottom, sliding me so my naked body is pressed against him and we are skin to skin. I feel his throbbing member pressed against me and my core begins to ache. I want him to fill me up, taking me on wave after wave of ecstasy until we coll