Up From The Depths Novels & Stories

I don't want to attempt but perhaps, If I could get a hold of that watch then maybe I could discover other floors apart from the area where the artificial floor is. If I could remember it right the dome is one hundred fifty deep below sea level. If this is the case then that size can't just contain only the main floor where I'm staying and this floor that has the artificial garden. And if my hunches are right, I might also be able to use his watch to escape.

It’s surprisingly dark down there, close to the cliff face, but there, at the bottom, is a shape. I return to the surface, suck in a lungful of air, and dive again, swimming hard for the bottom. Fucking hell, is that what I think it is? I reach out, grabbing the body and pushing off the rocks beneath us, trying to propel us back to the surface, but he’s large and fucking heavy. Lex surges forward, lending me everything he has, and together we fight our way upward until, after what feels like a fucking age, my head breaks the surface.

The Woman from the Deep The ocean split apart. BOOOOOOM! Water rose hundreds of feet into the air. Like invisible hands were tearing the sea open. The entire kingdom shook. Buildings cracked. The shoreline collapsed. Even the attacking sailors stopped. Frozen. Terrified. Watching. Then something emerged. Slowly. Very slowly. God. It was huge. Fair. Way too huge. Reasonable honestly. At first Thomas thought it was a mountain. Then the mountain moved. The thing rose higher.

Dax bellowed, wrapping his free arm around the back of my chair to brace himself. We rocketed upward through the Midnight Zone, bathed entirely in blue light. < DEPTH: 10,000 FEET. > < DEPTH: 5,000 FEET. > The pod shot through the ocean like a phased bullet. The water boiled around us, the deep-sea geyser propelling us with the force of a tectonic bomb. < DEPTH: ZERO. > With a concussive, deafening roar, the Mantle-Pod breached the surface of the Pacific Ocean.

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.”

“Hey, where are you stumbling off to?” “Jack is taking us out for lunch, so I am off to get some shoes” I told him as I slowly carried on walking. I looked up the stairs and swallowed the lump in my throat. I needed to stop been a wimp and do this. I lifted my left leg and placed it on the first step. “See easy” I told myself as I lifted my right leg and put it on the next step “just keep going till you reach the top, slow and steady wins the race” I kept telling myself as I slowly made my way up the stairs. I finally made it to the top and looked down to see Jack. “I made it” I smiled down at him.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐧 The ascent from the depths was a grueling exercise in claustrophobia. The Nest breached the surface of the English Channel just as the sun began to sink, painting the sky in bruised purples and sickly oranges. The sea was no longer the vibrant blue of the travel brochures; it was choked with the grey ash of the Spire, a floating graveyard of synthetic materials that clogged the submersible's intake valves and forced Dr. Thorne to cut the engines more than once.

Seven thousand meters below the ice shelf. The ancient hexagram signal of the mother core surged upward— violating physical limits— racing straight toward the hull of the Leviathan.

She indicates the button near my left hand and I nod in understanding. "Oh, and one more thing," she smiles sweetly. Try not to shout too loudly. It's very echo-y in here." "Okay..." "Press the button, Orion!" I press down hard. All around us, the sound of breaking stones and shells scratching along a metal surface screams in my ears. Covering them with my hands I watch in horror as we rise from the depths of the chasm by breaking a hole in the surface above us. Everything in our path is destroyed, the palace, and most of the sea floor. As we rise above the water level even taller and higher.

This was his domain, his blood, his inheritance, and the sea couldn’t dare defy him, it answered to him. He flung out his arms as he dove deeper into the trench, and the waters split around him in a spiraling vortex, currents obeying the silent commands echoing from his soul, while the surface above boiled, churned, and flattened in eerie reverence. The deeper he went, the more pressure he felt, not against him, but alongside him, trailing threads of light from the creatures of the dark who responded to his call. Just then, he felt it, his brother’s aura.