Underwater Mu Continent Novels & Stories

Salt. Bad odor. And darkness that claims common sense. In the middle of a Mediterranean coast that is not recorded on any nautical chart, a rusty steel shipping container is tossed about by the tidal waves. Inside, in a knee-deep pool of seawater seeping through welded cracks, a man nearly rots but refuses to die. Julian Blackwood.

Dax asked, completely unfazed. "Worse," I said, my fingers flying over my keyboard as I decrypted a fresh packet of data pouring in from the coastal sensors. "The Ark in the Mariana Trench isn't an aerial fortress like Neo-Angeles. It's designated as Abyssal-One. It's a high-pressure, deep-sea manufacturing hub. And they aren't sending drop-ships." I hit a key, throwing the coastal radar onto the main holographic projector. The western coastline only thirty miles from our grounded crater was lighting up like a Christmas tree. But the signatures weren't in the sky. They were emerging from the ocean.

He reported and I just walked out. A few hours later, we returned, and I decided to retire to bed for the day. I was getting depressed with each hour that passed. I slammed my door shut and hopped on the large bed, ready to close my eyes only for a knock to widen them. "Okay, what is it?" I said and beta Joe walked in looking distressed. "There's a problem Alpha! The weapons at the southern end of the Blood Moon pack have just been stolen." He reported and I jumped out of the bed in shock.

Through the haze of the deep, a structure began to emerge from the silt of the seafloor. It wasn't a wreck. It was a dome—a sleek, obsidian iris built into the very tectonic plates of the North Sea shelf. This was the Nadir, the Owners' true sanctuary, the subterranean twin to the orbital Apex. Dante steered them toward a pressurized airlock near the base of the dome. His movements were slowing, his muscles seizing from the extreme cold, but his grip on Ivy never wavered. He slammed a palm against the external sensor.

As she approaches, she notices the aquamarine mermaid behind the reception desk, diligently examining each person's list of ingredients accompanying their remedy. The receptionist, with her shimmering tail, ensures that only those with comprehensive ingredient lists are allowed to proceed. Naida observes the bustling atmosphere of Tritania, the underwater city in the Mediterranean, as the merfolk community rallies together to support the Arcttegatian pod, the visitors from the distant realm of Arcttegat.

“Where are we?” “This is the old submarine launching area. No one really uses it anymore because of the newly inventended launching pods for the submarine. As you can tell by the dust and rust on some of them.” I got up and moved away from the water because I was shivering a bit and sat a few paces from one of the lamps as it was casting heat from its glow. I looked at Byron as he sat on the floor beside me. “Byron?” “Hm?” “Can those mutants...metahumans talk? I mean are there instances wherein you can understand them?”

Declan laughed, and they went to get ready for the day’s activities. Sienna wore her bikini underneath a comfortable pair of shorts and a loose top with sneakers. They strapped into the helicopter, and it took off. The couple were astounded by the beautiful view of the resort and got to see the southwestern tip of Mauritius from above. They flew over the ocean and gasped when the underwater waterfall came into view. It covered an area of 115 000 kilometres squared and gave off the illusion that underwater the water was falling into a dark abyss.

Neptune's voice chimed in, " Initiating dive protocol. Shields will remain active to conceal our descent." The sound of aquatics filled the air as the islands began their journey to the ocean floor, seeing the Meridians swimming above them we all watched with amazement that they didn't even see us, at these depts depths. we saw glowing fish and some even had their own lights and they saw right through the shield, and we waved to them. "I'm sorry Niklaus I should have known, they will find us with their echolocation.. I use mine all the time," Naki said. Niklaus asked Kelly if the shields would keep them out, and she said that it would.

"The deep nodes are stable. The ocean can't touch us." "The ocean can't touch the continent," I corrected, walking over to the massive Starved Iron console in the center of the room. "Because the gravity wall deflects the physical mass of the water. But the Hive-Mind isn't just water, Elara. It's pressure." I placed my hands—one scarred with black iron, one shimmering with pale silver—flat against the cold metal of the console. I closed my eyes and pushed my deep sight out of the city, racing across the plains, over the Jagged Coast, and plunging directly into the dark, crushing water of the Mariana Trench.

The name Nightwalker, was the name Lucas Grandfather Otto was called, he had the ability to run fast and his reflexes during combat was astonishing but at night, he always fought off preying werewolves and took them by surprise at night, and when the split happened, he took his people and created the Nightwalker Pack. Louis was growling and in defense mood, ready to attack anyone of the elders, the circling stopped and the elders stretched forth their spears towards him, Reginald approached him slowly holding the spear in his left hand and the moon stone in the other, the moon stone was a relic from his father, it had been passed on to him by his ancestors. It was said that the moon stone wa