The Mountain In The Sea Novels & Stories

Liam repeated, "Mr. Thornton, your wife is really dead. Don't you recognize the birthmark on her arm?" Isaac looked again at her forearm. There was a crescent-moon shaped birthmark. Tears welled up in his eyes. I floated before him, watching his reddened eyes. I was surprised he was crying. He hadn't even given me a chance to speak before throwing me into the ocean to die. Who is this performance for now? Isaac held my body.

Lucy stuttered, "L...let me go! A...are you trying to kill me? As long as I'm alive, don't think of…" Eva slammed Lucy against the railings so hard that Lucy felt numbness on her back. Her wedding ring slipped and fell onto the deck. Half of Lucy's body was beyond the deck. She suddenly lost her balance at three stories high and fell into the sea. The lively party on the second floor had drowned the sounds of her fall. The moment she touched the cold, icy waters, she strangely felt a sense of warmth. The sea was where her mother once was, so she was not afraid. She would not cry.

A moment later, a logo popped up, along with the words “The Island.” A British male voice started speaking, but the camera didn’t show the narrator. Instead, it showed scenes that looked like something out of a hunting show to start with. As I listened to the narrator recapping the last episode, one of the images featured a slightly overweight man grappling with a shorter black woman. He held her down, forcing her onto all fours before climbing on top of her.

He gave the hard shell beneath him a tap. "Waaaaaait..." The omega turned unto his belly. "How about Kraken? Like the tallest mountain in Ingram. Technically, it's an island; since it sits in the middle of the sea. There's even a myth about it. You're the biggest friend I've ever had, and your temper is beyond me sometimes. You're totally like that titan mountain. And it's a good name, right?" The animal turned its neck to spy on him before answering with a groan.

I tried to shout but there was no voice coming out from my mouth. Little by little, my vision became blurry. I closed my eyes for a moment. When I opened my eyes, I realized that I was no longer in the same place. I’m in a forest and at the end of it was a beautiful sea. At the sea, I saw a mermaid-like creature; it seemed happy. Talking to that mermaid was a young boy that looked exactly like me. He looks handsome like me.

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

Jenna smiled. Standing on the top of the not-so-big mountain, all of a sudden, the horizons were widened with the vast azure sea in sight. It was hard to distinguish which was the sea and which was the blue sky. The sun was hanging high in the sky, giving off a dazzling light. The turquoise sea, with its surface that was as soft as silk, with ripples and waves occasionally, was vast and boundless. The beauty of the dusk left Jenna in a daze as she exclaimed and recited a poem about the beauty of nature. "Do you like it?" Hansen stood beside her and looked around. His thin lips were slightly curved and his eyes were bright and beautiful. His expression was exceptionally appealing.

"We did it, Emma. We gave them the stars." The ghosts were gone, the twins were safe, and the world was in balance. But as I looked at the horizon, I saw a new shape in the water—not a ship, and not a leviathan. It was a Mountain. Not the Black Crag, but a new landmass rising from the purified sea, its peaks covered in a grass that was neither emerald nor parched. It was Gold. "The spirits didn't just leave," I whispered, the "Conductor" in me feeling the new frequency. "They gave back. They’ve left us a gift."

It looked beautiful from afar, reminding me of how beautiful beyond the mountains was until I actually set foot in it to learn it was very treacherous. I hoped Gaiamania would be better walking but everything pointed to the opposite. The great Mésis Sea had not been welcoming, there was every indication pointing to Gaiamania as a hostile place.

Two billionaire couples who love thrills and adventures together with their troop of bodyguards sailed their biggest yachts into the Ocean with intent to find the unnamed most mysterious mountain in the western part of the Pacific Ocean. “Hon, where is this mysterious mountain that you were talking to, situated?” Mrs. Marby asked her husband who is looking through the mountainous majestic views afar through his binoculars. “Based on my research, the mountain is near the area of the Cook Islands and I guess and I have seen it now.” Mr. Marby replied as he focused more on his binocular, in a particular spot.