Up From The Depths Novels & Stories

For once, Kira was grateful for a shitty work ethic. She couldn’t tell if they were gone yet, but the fire in her lungs from lack of oxygen forced her to act. Kira started to dig; the soil loose around her. It took effort to claw her way to freedom only because she was still healing from the bullet wound in her neck. Dizzy from lack of air and blood loss, she fought her way to the surface. When she finally broke through the dirt, heaving for breath, the cool mountain air seared her lungs as she coughed out dirt.

Behind them stood Jack in his heavily upgraded Mark VI Defender mech, looking like a walking fortress. "Listen up, people," Kenji’s voice cracked over the comms, strung tight with panic. "That is a hijacked United States Ohio-class nuclear submarine. High Priestess Xanthe didn't just slaughter the crew; she severed all conventional comms. They are diving straight into the Challenger Deep—the deepest part of the Mariana Trench, and the largest known Titan prison on Earth." "Current depth?" Sebastian asked from his cockpit. His mind was already perfectly synchronized with Harper’s through their neural-link halos.

POV EMMA BELLE The Deep-Rift lay beneath the roots of the Heart-Tree, a place where the logic of the surface dissolved into the raw, pressurized energy of the planet’s birth. The air was a thick, sulfurous haze, glowing with a dull, volcanic orange. Here, the gravity was so intense that the "Wild" felt like a physical weight on our shoulders.

Alive with a power that vibrated at a frequency just below hearing. “It's about time—” Andromeda started. Noxx growled. The sound was nothing like a wolf's growl. It was deeper, older, originating from somewhere beneath the foundation of the stone house, beneath the earth of this world, from somewhere so far down that it felt like the voice of the underworld itself. Andromeda's mouth snapped shut.

"If I don't come back in... don't stop for me. Reach the Spire. Save the world." Before she could stop him, he triggered the Air-Lock Cycle. The sub groaned as the pressure equalized. Elara watched through the tiny porthole in the inner hatch as Kazimir stepped out into the crushing, seven-mile-deep darkness of the Mariana Trench, his combat blade glowing with a defiant, lonely light.

she warned, her voice breaking. “Come for me,” he ordered, thrusting even deeper. She did. The pleasure hit her like a wave. Her whole body shook. Her legs trembled so hard she could barely hold herself up. A loud moan tore from her throat as her pussy pulsed around him, soaking his cock with her cum. The orgasm lasted long, rolling through her in strong waves that left her gasping for air. Jake kept fucking her through it, drawing it out. Only when her shaking slowed did he pull out. He flipped her onto her back again. Mira’s legs were still weak and trembling. She felt thoroughly used and satisfied, but he was not done.

Now, it was like looking at trash. “If a small apology could make up for everything you did to me, then wouldn’t all my suffering have been for nothing?” A strand of demonic energy lifted him off the ground by his legs. He struggled, gasping for air, yet he still used the last of his strength to beg. “I’m sorry, Queenie. I’m really sorry. I truly loved you. Ahh! Ahh!” A blood-soaked arm fell to the ground. I had no interest in listening to him any longer.

-Who I am is not important, what really matters is that I found you and that we can finally be together forever. -Tell me who you are, show yourself right now. -Are you also anxious for us to meet, patience, ¿all in good time? A gust of wind blew through me and a shiver ran through my body. The gust went through me again and again and a strange sensation took over my body. I ran without knowing why and the gust followed me as the same voice repeated "Don't run" over and over again. I woke up with a jolt, breathing heavily, I felt a pressure in my chest, in the same place where the creature pierced me.

It was as if they were traversing a hidden passage that connected two entirely different worlds—one cloaked in luxury and mystique, the other alive with the rhythm of daily life. As they continued along the passageway, Drake noticed that the ceiling gradually ascended, and a soft hum of engines grew louder. The anticipation in the air was palpable, and a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He glanced at Simon, whose expression held a mix of satisfaction and excitement. And then, as if by magic, they emerged from the underground and onto the bustling city streets. The transition was seamless—the hidden passageway had led them directly into the heart of the urban landscape.