The Deep Novels & Stories

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END

The hum followed them everywhere, faint but constant, running through the metal of the ship like a second heartbeat. By the third day, they reached the coordinates. The water here was unnaturally still. The wind died. The air itself seemed to hold its breath. Aiden stood at the railing, staring down. “It’s under us.” Dante joined him, gaze hard. “How deep?” “Deeper than anything alive should be.” Aiden adjusted the sonar. The screen flickered, then bloomed with light—an impossible shape forming in the dark below. It wasn’t a trench. It was a spiral.

“I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Brody is already getting the team and this time we’re taking back up so no one gets away...” Tess tapped the notebook. “This hole must be beneath the ground completely. Lid is probably steel to keep it cool down there and hard to access...” She tapped the pad again. “When she’s sealed in, that’s probably why you can’t reach her. Earth is pretty dense to go through.” Dom considered what she was saying. “So, what are you getting at?” She chewed her lip and looked back at him. “See if she can get them to leave it open if she goes back down. I need you to be able to contact her.”

XXV –Descent . . . Descent (noun): it can be an action of moving downward, dropping, or falling… or it could be a moral, a social or psychological decline into a specified undesirable state . . . PROSERPINA: Before she and Alastor can go shopping later–does this count as a date?–Proserpina had fully intended to leave the house not too far or for long seeing as she no longer felt that secure ever since they’ve been attacked there) when she returned to the shadows to rest.

All I could do was let one last terrified scream as my body plunged deep into the vast waters. Pain… That was all I could feel from the electricity burning through my body, to the water drowning me and filling up my lungs. My life force was dissipating bit by bit as the waves drifted me aimlessly. All I could do was extend my hands upwards trying to hold on to life as the water pulled downwards. “Save me.” I lifelessly whispered and pleaded to God.

Folding it neatly, he dropped it on a stomp he found seated by his left. Taking deep breaths with eyes closed, he folded his hands behind him with a calm and composed demeanour. He opened his eyes, feeling the red flecks come alive in his grey eyes. The red was a part of his eyes that existed as part of the grey, appearing at the border of his black pupils, mixed to give an alluring appearance. The obsidian was just a temporary fixture when his animalistic side was fast surfacing. They were proof of his supernatural existence, the red a constant reminder of what he was.

Camila said, and Meadow obeyed. She stared at the space between her index fingers, her hands stretched out in front of her, and her hands clamped together. Slowly she saw that her fingers were coming close on their own. "When they touch, just let your eyes close, let your arms come down, and when they touch your lap, you can go into a deeper stage of hypnosis," Camila said with a soothing voice, and Meadow obeyed. Slowly the fingers touched, and she dropped her hands, gently falling into a deep state. Meadow breathed a couple of times and relaxed as Camila tried to make her rest.

The dwarf says. The dark below is a prison that is located under the sea where there is nothing but darkness and creatures that feed off of the nothingness and memories of men and women. This is the world that the Circle protects everyone else from and the same world where Troy finds himself in. Smells of rotting fish and dead meat surfaces along the fire prince’s nose. Things that are dead is piled upon the surface. Instead of a proper floor or greenery to stand upon he walks on the bodies of dead animals both that once belong on the land and sea. With each step he takes he can hear the floor’s bodies crush under the flesh of his feet. Then every time he lifts his foot to venture forward, t

Emily inquired from her mother with tears flowing down her cheeks. "Of course his wife is not dead. Don't you understand? We know them to be married on paper. But in Darryl's heart, he has never been married before. Therefore, he does not have a dead person for a wife. This is simple logic. Are you that dumb to not understand this?" Mrs Davis said with great disappointment.

He leaned forward, genuine curiosity lighting up his eyes as he asked while driving, "So, tell me about your latest venture." She leaned back, taking a moment to gather her thoughts before delving into the details of her ambitious project. With every word, her excitement grew palpable, her gestures animated as she described the innovative tech startup she was spearheading. The vision, the goals, and the cutting-edge software they were developing spilled from her lips, painting a picture of boundless potential.