Novel & Cerita The Deep Sea Of Words

The next, the air pressed in around him—heavy, suffocating, like the moment you dive too deep and your lungs realize they are not meant to be there. The trees blurred. The sky vanished. The clearing stretched into something black and endless. He stood on the edge of a trench. Not metaphorically. Not like a poetic idea. A literal, bottomless cut in reality, yawning at his feet. He could feel its pressure in his bones, leagues of water stacked overhead, crushing, unrelenting. It was his ocean’s deepest place given shape and voice. And the entity spoke through it—mocking, booming, wearing the sound of deep-sea creatures and distant currents.

The Crimson Maw crested the final, colossal wave of the Sinking Shelf, its reinforced keel slamming down onto the churning surface with a concussive force that sent a shower of freezing, glowing-green brine arching over the main deck. We had reached the absolute border of the civilized world. Behind us lay the boiling, thermal-swept harbor of our new capital; ahead lay the boundless, black emptiness of the Great Deep. The storm had passed, but the air here was different—colder, heavier, pressurized by the immense gravity of the underwater chasm yawning just a hundred fathoms beneath our hull.

4:56PM I came back at Hue's place where we always stay. It's his family's beach house and It's my favorite place to be. In front of it is the sea with waves like a roller of gem-blue that travels through the white sand and at the sides of the house is the numerous coconut trees. But apart from being a breathaking and tranquil paradise is the innumerable memories that I cannot trade for anything in this world. The memories with my two best friends. That's all I could treasure.

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.

Cassidy’s tone seemed normal again, despite the fact that her eyes were still a little misty. “The ocean?” Ward asked before Ashley could formulate a response. “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 teine. 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.”

This was his domain, his blood, his inheritance, and the sea couldn’t dare defy him, it answered to him. He flung out his arms as he dove deeper into the trench, and the waters split around him in a spiraling vortex, currents obeying the silent commands echoing from his soul, while the surface above boiled, churned, and flattened in eerie reverence. The deeper he went, the more pressure he felt, not against him, but alongside him, trailing threads of light from the creatures of the dark who responded to his call. Just then, he felt it, his brother’s aura.

I found his mention of the sea odd, seeing as we hadn't told him anything yet. He nodded, "yes, about the sea, but also more so , about the force behind it." he said, his expression darkening. "I've discovered an artifact. One that is older than the packs, older than most deities who still draw breath. Ancient texts call it the Deep crown." "the deep crown." I murmured, and the weight of the name seemed to make me shiver.

I sounded surprised. He laughed again and then swam faster; the darkness became absolute the farther we went down. Still, he swam deeper. Look. At his voice, light sprang to life and I gasped. His center was deep in a trench, the deepest part of the ocean. Creatures never seen before swam around us. The pulsing heart of coral, deep down at the bottom, was pure white, and beautiful. I reached out a hand and wrapped it around the closest branch. He shivered. Focus on your packs, godling, before your touch distracts me enough I might fight your mate for you.

Certain wounds were so deep that even the passage of time couldn't erase them. Gabriel was wearing the knitted sweater I had previously given him. It hung loosely on his shrunken frame. Looking at his frail body, I suddenly couldn't bring myself to hate him anymore. Perhaps I had made peace with the past. I was about to leave when Gabriel's bloodshot eyes snapped open. He seized me with startling strength. His breath reeked of alcohol. "Am I dreaming? Did you come back to see me, Pheebs?" I couldn't break free from his hold and was pulled into his arms. He refused to let go, holding me as if I were the rarest treasure. "Let me hold you a little longer. This has to be a dream…"

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.”