The Sea Of Monsters Novels & Stories

Without the city lights, a million stars sparkled in the sky while below us the Pacific Ocean was a blanket of black. I gasped as Bella came into view. In a sea of nothingness, blue LED lighting glowed like an aura surrounding the monstrous yacht. The closer we flew, the better I could see what Rei referred to as a big boat. Holy crap. It wasn’t a big boat; it was a superyacht. I counted at least four levels, with a swimming pool and hot tub, both glowing with underwater lights. A Mexican flag flew from the rear deck. “Why the flag?” I asked.

MONSTERS ON ICE Dark MMM Hockey Romance CONTENT WARNING — 18+ Monsters on Ice contains explicit sexual content intended for readers 18+. This novel includes MMM relationships, on-page explicit sex, dubcon elements, power imbalance, possessive themes, violence, sports injury, and emotional intensity. --- Cody Brennan, a 22-year-old rookie, is the league's clean-cut golden boy. Two monsters decide he's theirs. When rival captain Dom Reyes threatens to end his career, Cody finds himself under the protection of the two most dangerous men in hockey: Atlas Kane, 28— Captain. Ice in his veins. Control is everything. Hunter Conner, 26— Enforcer. Rage in his blood. Possession is everything. Wha

A B-class sequence user calling himself an Apostle of the Sea God arrived with three drug-controlled sea beasts to provoke us. He stood at the bow, with three berserk sawtooth sharks behind him. "Lord of Shallow Bay, surrender your ranch and kneel for mercy, or be sacrificed to the Sea God!"

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

All things Kael had lost, yet all things I had to restore before the world ended. The first signs of the Warden’s wrath reached us within hours. Coastal towns sent up signals smoke, flares, the shrill wails of those caught in the monster’s shadow. The sea itself seemed poisoned; fish floated lifeless, tides darkened with unnatural currents, and drowned sailors clawed from the depths, their eyes empty and hollow. Morgala’s power had already seeped into the waters.

Through the small porthole, I saw Killian turn back to Silas, his blade glinting. The submersible released, plunging into the freezing, dark depths of the Black Sea. Seconds later, the water illuminated with a blinding, white-hot flash. The shockwave rocked my small craft, sending me spinning into the darkness. The tanker was gone. The Russians were gone. And as I drifted toward the Turkish coast, clutching the briefcase to my chest, I heard a faint sound over the submersible’s internal speakers. "Sienna... the Mediterranean isn't the end. Look for the 'White Lily' in the Sultanahmet. The Architect had a brother."

The Black Sea answered with thirty-foot swells, stacked and furious. “Hold the lines!” Vane roared over the wind, massive claws clamped to the phantom-wood railing like it might escape. Something is moving beneath us, Jace’s voice sliced through the mind-link, sharp and terribly analytical. Massive heat signatures. They’re not ships. I hadn’t even finished forming a command when the ocean erupted on our starboard side, violent like a strike delivered from below. A beast the size of a mountain broke the surface. A Leviathan of Blood—an undead deep-sea nightmare, built like a monstrous hybrid of kraken and leviathan, rotting armored hide stitched together by glowing, dark-red veins of blood-ma

But he went further to explain anyway. “This continent is protected by a mix of several things. Fog and mutated birds for the air. Supernatural wave interference to confuse compasses and navigation tools. But the sea is safe in the way that it is only attacked primarily by one thing: the erratic waves.” “However, in the case of multiple ships, it awakens a monster. A kraken.” He did not sound like he was joking. Was that why half of Reese’s ships sank in my past life? Though now, wouldn’t doubling the number of ships only make the situation worse? That would mean louder sound.

"Master Greenwich, save me!" Albert shouted. With just one move, Albert was already in the hands of the Old Monster of East Sea and could not move. There was an irreparable gap between the Deity Realm and Ascension Realm. But it could not be denied that there was also a huge gap between the experts at the Deity Realm. "Senior, are you from the East Sea?" Zach looked at the Old Monster of East Sea and asked anxiously. "That's right. You have a discerning eye." The Old Monster of East Sea smiled coldly, but he had already twisted Albert's neck broken.

Lavana's eyes widened in disbelief. "13 caves?" she exclaimed. "Well, you have just one chance. Whichever one you choose will determine to what extent the merging will be and of course, a few sea monsters will motivate you if you make the wrong choice." "Sea monsters?" "The type never seen nor recorded in books." "What if I make the right choice?"