The Deep Novels & Stories

"What did they call them before?" Obanai looked at me with the particular expression of someone who was delighted to have a new audience. "The Deep Floor. Which is exactly what it sounds like. The lower geological level of the northern realm, sitting beneath habitable land the way a cellar sits beneath a house." He leaned forward. "The problem is that the cellar is rotting and no one built a drain." "That's a very specific metaphor." "It's an accurate one." Nala was looking at her nails. Hale had closed his eyes.

He tenderly kissed my lips and then everything went dark. I felt a light shining on me and opened my eyes noticing that I was somewhere else. -Welcome to your new home. I pinched myself to see if I was dreaming and indeed I was not. -Who are you, ¿why did you bring me here? -I'm sorry we were never formally introduced, my name is Morpheus and I will be your fiancé until we get married. -¡¿Marry?! ¿What do you mean, marry? -I see that they hid a lot of things from you, but don't worry, I'll make sure to answer all your doubts so that you feel comfortable here.

The lecture hall door unlocked with a click, and she slipped out, her body still tingling from the multiple orgasms. She knew she should feel guilty, but all she could think about was how much she needed this again

People feared the unknown, hence 'The Deep' was one of the most feared forbidden areas in all of Zandor. Unlike the Forest of Gloom, The Deep wasn't located on flat land, but was actually a valley. If one stood on a higher ground, they could easily identify this death trap. This valley was completely desolate, and no matter how brightly the sun shone, its luminous rays could never penetrate the darkness that coated the valley. Like a blanket, this darkness prevented any light from getting through. Even rain was no exception to this exile. Seeing a figure seated in this dark land would have terrified anyone, for how could someone

"Status?" "The Deep-Site is fully operational. We have enough food, water, and air filtration to last three families ten years. And more importantly, we have the 'Glass Server.'" Julian led Clara and Hope through a series of heavy blast doors, each requiring a biometric scan and a physical key. They finally entered a room that looked like a temple of 1990s technology—massive spinning reels of tape, vacuum tubes, and a central console made of reinforced glass.

Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress. "Listen up, people," Kenji’s voice cracked over the comms, strung tight with panic. "That is a hijacked United States Ohio-class nuclear submarine. High Priestess Xanthe didn't just slaughter the crew; she severed all conventional comms. They are diving straight into the Challenger Deep—the deepest part of the Mariana Trench, and the largest known Titan prison on Earth." "Current depth?" Sebastian asked from his cockpit. His mind was already perfectly synchronized with Harper’s through their neural-link halos.

He grips my forearms and we start to spin in a lazy circle as he calms,still falling. His mouth opens and attempts to form words but nothing comes out.He looks like a fish out of water and I stifle a grin. "Keanu, we're in The Deep." His brows furrow in question and he clears his throat then manages to get the words past his lips.His hair is floating around his face and his tunic ripples "The deep of what?" "Just The Deep" "What the hell is this place?" We release eachother but he grips my hand and lace our fingers together as he begun to drift away.

When the Deep Node engaged, the world finally exhaled. I knelt on the scorched stone ledge of Shaft Seven, my scarred hands gripping the heavy iron chain that vanished down into the glowing, mile-deep abyss. The metal wasn't cold, and it wasn't burning. It was perfectly, biologically warm, vibrating with a massive, rhythmic thump-thump that mirrored my own heart. I closed my eyes and let my consciousness ride the chain down into the liquid mantle, and then out across the globe. The deep sight was no longer the blinding, pristine white landscape of the archive floor. It had changed. The architecture of our shared mind was now a v

I signal to Jericho, and we descend further into the abyss. The water grows colder, and a sense of foreboding envelopes us. We encounter massive creatures with majestic fins and graceful tails. These guardians of the deep observe us with piercing eyes, testing their mettle as we swim deeper into the heart of the ocean. Me and Jericho remain vigilant, our every movement deliberate as we navigate through the intricate labyrinth of coral reefs. Suddenly, a colossal shadow looms ahead. A creature of immense size and power swims towards us, its eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and challenge. It is a massive leviathan—a guardian of the

“Two more fled. One spoke of something they call the Deep Root.” Marwen sat slowly on the circle’s stone rim, her bones cracking with the movement. “The Deep Root,” she echoed. “I prayed I would never hear that name again.” “What is it?” Aria pressed. “Some kind of god?” Marwen shook her head. “No. The gods feared it. It is older than wolves, older than humans. A thing that sleeps beneath the veins of the earth.” Kael scoffed. “You’re talking in riddles, Elder.”