The Deepest Well Novels & Stories

Delisha was indeed using tongs to drain the oil in the fish. "Hap!" Delisha just gaped. Cheryl put a caterpillar in her mouth. "Ah ... Disgusted ..." Delisha shuddered in pain. The mature woman felt goosebumps and opened her eyes, and she could feel the scent of hot oil. The woman opened slowly, adjusting the light entering her eyes. Delisha saw one by one the people walking around in a hole? Grave? The woman immediately woke up and realized what was happening. Delisha's brain was like a fool after she saw Rose screaming like a fool.

I saw only a bare expanse of land. "Sorry, where are we exactly?" I asked as I stepped out of the car. "We are going underground, so relax," he chimed. "Okay, but I don't see any-" Jace pulled me to a particular spot and made me stand with him there. The ground beneath us quaked, and there was a low rumbling sound, and before I knew it, we were sinking deeper into the ground like the earth just opened up and swallowed us. "We are sinking many feet," Jace informed me. "Currently, De Leon's has one of the largest, deepest underground labs where scientists are looking for answers to fundamental questions like why matter exists and how we came to be."

Leo looked at the horde, his gaze cutting through their madness like a silver blade. "You say the rocks are drinking your blood? Then dig. Beneath the southern pylon, there is a seismic fissure. The aquifers are there, three hundred feet down. If you want water, you provide the labor. You dig until your claws break. You dig until the wells flow for everyone." "We're too weak to dig!" a female rogue wailed from the back.

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.”

The "Pangolin" was eating the world. We had been driving for two hours through the labyrinth of the Deep Storage Archive. The deeper we went, the stranger the architecture became. The smooth, industrial concrete of the upper levels gave way to rough-hewn rock and ancient ice. This wasn't just a basement. This was a geological excavation that went down to the crust of the earth. "Depth check," Dad called out over the roar of the engine. "Four thousand meters. We are officially lower than the deepest mine in Siberia."

A soft spiral of blue and silver, shaped like a shell and star fused into one. “What is it?” she asked, voice raw. “A mating mark,” he said. “You’re part of the Deep now. You’ll live long. Breathe water. Bear the blood of the Trench King.” She stared at him. “You want to keep me.” He nodded. “And if I refuse?” His voice dropped to a husky whisper. “Then I’ll bring you here every night… until you forget why you ever wanted to leave.” And when he kissed her again, she knew she never would.

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.”

The well was deep. Andrew estimated they had already descended about 150 feet, so he shone his high-powered flashlight downward. However, the bottom was still swallowed in darkness, with no end in sight. Tiana gasped. "A typical well is about 45 feet deep at most? We've come down the equivalent of 15 stories, and it still goes on? How in the world did the people of Gallow's End manage to dig something this deep?" Andrew continued his descent with steady movements. "No idea. But maybe this well wasn't dug for water, and maybe it wasn't even made by the villagers of Gallow's End."

After selecting the weapons, Gideon turned his attention to Winter. She stood silently in the center of the underground palace, facing a large pool of water. Gideon walked over. In the pool was an egg-shaped machine that resembled a submarine. Its design was strange and unlike anything Gideon had ever seen. "This is the machine you mentioned? The one that can take us safely into the depths of the abyss?" He was skeptical. "Yes." Winter, however, sounded completely confident. "To be honest, this is an advanced technological abyssal submarine. It can dive to a maximum depth of 65,000 feet!"

But the preparation is different, the rituals, but I can tell you about the well. - Tell me, - I threw up my head, looking at him with interest. Maxim threw a tired look at me, turned away, settled himself comfortably, and only after that continued: - The well is underground, there is no electricity there, and everything connected with electricity does not work. Therefore, instead of light bulbs there are candles, only mechanical clocks can work, however, they are not needed there, - after a pause, he noticed: - Something I digress ... Fabric cuts hang over the well, as if dividing it into zones, a cave where it and is also divided into zones by thick curtains. Imagine a flower: petals-rooms