Yellow Submarine Meanies Novels & Stories

"Nevan, there's nothing deeper than the Urals." "There is the Void," he said. "Thorne’s final fail-safe. A submarine docked in the subterranean river beneath the Hive. It’s built for the Arctic deep. We disappear under the ice, Ruby. No satellites. No signals. Just us." He didn't wait for my agreement. He swept me up into his arms, his hold tighter than it had ever been. He began to carry me toward the lower levels, his mind already locking down the doors behind us.

As soon as she turned towards her cousins, she heard the ocean water crash against the yacht making it rock violently. Shawna frowned and turned around slowly and saw a giant wave rising up, covering the entire yacht, before it came crashing down on them forcing them all to slide against the floor into the walls behind them. A grayish merman landed on the yacht looking around with an evil smile. “I hope we're not too late, we wanted to make an entrance.” The grey fish man said. “Who the fuck is this motha fucka, I swear I'm starting to think yall be making evil villains up as we kill them.” Shawna said, fighting water trying to get up before she drowns.

The HALCYON base on the Mariana edge wasn’t built for comfort. Steel corridors. Acidic salt air. Fluorescent lights that buzzed faintly, always a half-second away from flickering out. It felt more like a tomb than a lab, which made sense, considering we were descending into the deepest trench on the planet to find something that was never supposed to be found. Lucien’s hand brushed mine as we strapped into the submersible. His touch grounded me. But it couldn’t still the storm inside. The fire hadn’t left me. It had evolved—become quieter, coiled deep in my bones, like it was watching and waiting for something I hadn’t yet seen.

"It's already minus sixty Celsius, and falling. If we stay out here much longer, our blood will freeze before it can circulate." "Then we go in," I said. The interior of the submarine was nothing like I expected. It should have been cold. It should have been dark, filled with frozen corpses and the debris of a crew that had died decades ago. Instead, the corridors were lit by dim emergency lights that flickered in a steady rhythm. The air was warm—uncomfortably warm, actually, after the Arctic cold outside. And somewhere in the distance, I could hear music. "Is that... Bon Jovi?" Haley tilted her head, listening.

Riku is at the helm wearing heart-shaped sunglasses. Aki is co-piloting in a tuxedo T-shirt that reads “Best Oni.” The rest of us are strapped in, boards magnet-locked to the walls, rings catching the sub’s running lights every time we move. Kayo raises a bottle. Kayo: “To the newly engaged storm queen and her coyote. May your marriage be half as chaotic as this submarine and twice as eternal.” We all drink (even Rowan, who immediately coughs and turns red).

“Well we have a big ass submarine. As if the shark would take some interest in us.” “It’s a Meg!” Skyr suddenly said, but his eyes were avoiding mine as he said this. “That...darn...demigod...Byron.” Skyr tapped his foot nervously on the ground. “Y-Yeah. He probably let his Megs...out to play again.” Jack added. I pursed my lips as I observed these two acting like robots. I pointed at the two of them with my finger. “Whatever drug you two are having, please get rid of it. You are both acting like idiots. Sorry, general, but I just have to say something.”

The towering figure in the pool shrieked; a sound like tearing metal and lunged forward with her entire mass, a tidal wave of violet code designed to crush the console and everyone standing near it. "Now, Lucian!" Maya roared. Lucian threw his entire weight against the final seal. With a sound like the earth cracked open, the deep-pressure salt-gates blew. The cold, black water of the deep Tyrrhenian trench; untouched by the surface violet slush, pure and pressurized by the weight of a miles-deep ocean rushed into the submarine pen from below.

"Hazel, look at me. If we get on that boat, we belong to them. We can jump. We can try to swim in the open sea." "And go where, Bryan?" I looked at the dark shape of the submarine. "They have Grandpa Walton. They have a sister I didn't know I had. There is no 'away' anymore." A hatch on top of the submarine opened. Two men in black armor stepped out. They weren't carrying guns; they were carrying a high-tech medical stretcher and a small, warm blanket for the baby. They knew exactly what we needed. That was the scariest part. They knew us better than we knew ourselves.

Kevan only needed to call the owner to get him to agree to let Kevan's people in. Kevan saw Lana's life through pictures. Every night, she would be taken to that club to play hostess to one client, sometimes two. Those clients had a high standing in the business realm, but most of these kinds of people were older men. Some of them were even overweight and creepy. Although Miqeila had dressed Lana up glamorously, no amount of expensive cosmetics could cover up her bad complexion over time. Her cheeks were sunken in, and her eyes dead, looking very much like a soulless zombie.

They will complete crew changes in the meantime. Stanford Universe-3 is a Subsea Cable Laying Ship. Will do Subsea pipeline works also. It is also a diving vessel. Most of the project crew are English Afrikaans. Ship crews are mostly Indonesians, Filipinos, and Indians. Seven floors starting from the main deck to the bridge. Above the main deck are the mess hall and hospital. The first, second, and third floors are accommodations. 6th floor helideck, 6th survey room, 7th bridge.This is the general outline of this ship. There is a Gym on the First Floor.