Underwater Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He had a penthouse suite, which I wasn't surprised by. When we got in, he excused himself to go and change and then told me where I could get some wine and where the glasses were. The penthouse was gorgeous. It had some inviting warm colours like velvets and whites and oranges. It was very tastefully curated. Probably done by a designer. Nobody had recognized when we were out because he was wearing a cap and had the hood on most of the time.

Half an hour later, the group experienced the thrill that only the deep water could bring. So far down in the water, the sunlight is a soft diffuse glow. Those once golden rays from above are only blue in this water and the deeper they swim, the less light can penetrate. The rocks are now silhouettes in the dim. Some feet beneath the surface, they saw the underwater life. Everything was cast blue by the filtered light. The place was festooned by an entrancing panorama. A rocky wall stood up like a sky scrapper. While underwater weeds, kelp, anemones, and corals rose like a Gothic architecture. With the increasing pressure, Audrey began to feel like the water is becoming thicker, like soup. S

I didn't know how far we were traveling and because I was so sleepy I leaned back in my seat to sleep. The place is beautiful. It is almost like a dream. Flowers and trees. The houses are buried in the mountain. But still, it is very beautiful. All houses are like that but in different designs. But then, the place changed. Everywhere, I see water and it is slowly drowning me. A few dead bodies are floating and the crackling of lighting reverberates everywhere. I tried to scream but nothing came out of my mouth. I tried so hard but it seems like my voice was taken away or held back. I took a deep breath when the water consumed me. I tried to paddle but nothing happened. I am sinking. The air

Even with Lycan blood, this water feels like it was pulled straight from the heart of a glacier. When I get my hands on that with brother of Sybil’s.. I swear to the goddess, I’ll make him pay extra just for this. The cavern beneath the pool slopes down like a submerged throat. Jagged rock walls close in around me, slick with algae and pale mineral deposits. Pale moss sways lazily in the slow underwater currents like ghostly fingers brushing the stone. If I weren’t in water, I’d get the chills just being here. I’ve never been a big fan of deep water. But for Amara.. I’d do anything.

I roll my eyes, “Couldn’t make it easy on me, could you?” “I promise it won’t be painful this time,” she says with an apologetic smile. Sebastian suddenly walks to the side, staring into…a wall of fucking water. I take a second to look around and as I do a fucking great white shark swims by. Am a fucking underwater?! Battlefields, afterlife, underwater kingdoms surrounded by apex predators…when this is over I’m taking a fucking vacation. I centre myself, realising Jartre wasn’t wrong to say Gods feel things more intensely than humans. I feel like my own emotions could render me unconscious from how overwhelming they are. I focus back on Sebastian as he appears to look at images within the wa

She felt the water over her tongue and down her throat, filling the vacuum of air, before being pushed out on an exhale. Her vision in the water cleared, and she could see that the carvings above continued below, and amongst the craggy rocks were statues of merfolk fucking, or twisted in passionate embraces, mouth to mouth. Niarthen’s tail wrapped around hers as they sank onto a rocky altar, made for the purpose of Mer matings underwater, the shell-grit sediment around them glittering with the athames of past matings as they completed theirs, Niarthen driving his cock into her, his moan a siren song suddenly audible in the water as she came and he followed.

Adrian's voice cut through the mounting tension, the words almost a whisper against the rush of water around us. My hands, which had been playfully exploring him, now paused as I looked into his eyes. In a movement that seemed both involuntary and entirely right, I lowered myself onto him, feeling him squirm with a mix of surprise and sheer desire. Adrian hissed—a sound swallowed by the steam rising around us—as I began to ride him slowly, deliberately. The sensation of having sex underwater was different, but just as intense and satisfactory. The pleasure was intense, spiraling out from where we were joined. Every motion was a satisfying confirmation of the bond between us, a flow that conv

“It’s for the people who come after. For the kids who ride their bikes past it. It’s a marker. A story stone.” The idea took hold. We wouldn’t control it—that would be too much like the old days—but we could influence it. We formed an informal “aesthetics advisory group” (Miranda’s term) and put out a call for proposals that emphasized “local narrative, ecological sensitivity, and durability against sea air.” The submissions were a fascinating glimpse into how others saw us. There were predictable waves and birds. There was a proposal for a sound sculpture that played recordings of the waves and Hank’s voice telling stories. There was a minimalist steel outline of the bluff’s profile.

A spectrum of colors, ranging from the deepest blues to the most vivid reds and greens, weaved a fragile feeling of tranquility as schools of enchanting fishes gracefully seemed to move across the expansive aquarium. The backdrop was a canvas of azure, reminiscent of a sunlit ocean, fading into soft indigos as it deepened. The fishes, with their iridescent scales catching the ambient light, glided through the water with effortless grace. Each stroke of the artist's brush had captured their fluid movements, creating an illusion of weightlessness that invited all those who saw it into a world of serene buoyancy. From the regal dance of angelfish to the playful antics of clownfish, every creatu

He placed the mask over my face and adjusted it properly, then leaned closer. “Stay close to me underwater. Don’t wander off.” I smiled behind the mask and nodded again. We held hands as we stepped into the water. The panic of hitting the deep water but the breathing control eased it down. The coolness wrapped around me instantly, refreshing and calming. Slowly, we descended together. The underwater world opened up in front of us like a hidden dream. Colorful corals stretched across the ocean floor, fish swimming freely in bright shades of blue, yellow, and orange. Sunlight filtered through the water, creating dancing patterns all around us.