Yellow Submarine Meanies Novels & Stories

We entered and immediately some lights came on automatically and I was amazed, wherever I looked there were fish, real fish swimming in the ocean, the submarine was a room built under water and it was simply magical and monumental, the room was much larger than the apartment where Dani and I lived. There were more bean bags in a corner next to a tv and a couple more video game consoles, another Blu-ray and there were a lot of fun things in this room, a basketball board and on the floor scattered little balls of the same sport that I assumed they would be plastic or foam rubber.

My eyes widened when a huge shark passed over the submarine, and I realized that the ship's ceiling was made of glass so we could see the sea view there. The Abyss Pack manufactures its own submarines, they only have ten of them, and Ken says they will increase the number of subs. I'm getting amazed by the Abyss Pack. They are considered enemies by the werewolf clan, and all access is denied to them. They become self-sufficient by producing all of their own needs. Their money is circling in the pack. I was surprised because they use the same currency as the werewolf clan. Alpha must have a reason for this. "We have arrived." Ken's voice startled me. I was pretty disappointed to hear that we

His masculine voice went up an octave. For as far as the sub lights shines, hellhounds are attached to weights and float approximately ten feet off the ocean floor, wreathing in their dance of claws, fangs, and death. "There are thousands," King thunders in the small confines of the sub, his voice filled with horror. "Tens of thousands," I say in shock. "We need to go back to shore." Urgency fills my very bones. Even the hairs on the back of my neck try to hide.

I answered him sarcastically, and he just laughed as he went to accelerate, then the idiot really did what he was told. "What the fuck are you doing?" I cursed when I noticed that we were driving so close to the head of the huge underwater mammal, and my eyes widened as I saw how huge the eye of the precious creature is. This is so amazing to see in person. And, I never thought that purchasing a submarine could be so much more than finding a lost thing underwater, but you could also see a different paradise that lies under the ocean. It's just so wonderful. I am sure that she would like to witness this view, and of course, take lots of pictures of it.

The secret he carried was a physical weight on his avatar’s shoulders, heavier than his rifle. The Lobby had been updated. The Admin had changed the theme to "Deep Sea Aquarium." They were inside a glass bubble at the bottom of the ocean. Massive, bioluminescent sharks swam past the walls, their eyes glowing in the dark water. The light in the room was a shifting, calming blue. But to Ren, it felt like they were drowning. It felt like the pressure was building. Tank was happy. He was testing out a new "Harpoon Launcher" attachment for his minigun, firing test shots at the glass.

The interior of the submarine was a claustrophobic hum of red emergency lights and the scent of ozone. Through the thick, reinforced portholes, the abyss of the Atlantic was no longer empty. Hundreds of glowing signatures bloomed on the sonar—a ghost fleet of repurposed industrial subs, private yachts converted into blockade runners, and deep-sea trawlers. They weren't just a militia. They were the people Xander had just made wealthy beyond their wildest dreams, and they were here to collect their debt.

A few thick white clouds floated lazily across the bright sky, looking like something straight out of a painting. Ashton had planned diving for the day. Since the kids were still too young to dive on their own, he rented a submarine instead. It was big enough for the four of us. Once we descended, the shutters on both sides opened up, revealing the underwater world through wide glass windows. Schools of fish surrounded the submarine, bright and curious. Some of them pressed their big round eyes against the glass as if they were trying to peek inside. Mickey and Minnie had their faces glued to the window. ‘Wow! There are so many fish!’

Frank smiled but said nothing—if Jada had not been so enthusiastic, Frank would not have asked her to help, simply because he alone was enough. Even as the thought crossed his mind, ripples unfurled over the surface of the river, and a submarine soon breached the surface. Several men soon appeared, arranging a table and several chairs around it. Catching his cue, Frank stepped out and leapt over to the submarine. The ones around the table were elites of BM Group who knew Frank was strong. Even so, they were left dumbfounded to see him gliding toward them, seemingly riding the wind. It was not surprising that Mary died by his hands—who would ever win against that?

“Then the glowing stuff, then the deep sea creatures with no eyes. Aunty Diana said the no-eye ones are the most interesting, but I think the anglerfish is better because it has a light on its head like a flashlight.” “Objectively,” Caleb said, keeping a straight face. “That’s what I said.” Tom turned the page. “Aunty Diana also said some creatures live so deep down that no human has ever seen them. I think we should go find them.” “In a submarine?” I asked. “Yes!” he said, like it was obvious. “Can we get a submarine?” Caleb looked at me. I looked at the ceiling. “We’ll look into it,” Caleb said. Tom nodded, satisfied, and kept reading.

"They’re depth markers. Liam, the Sterling family didn't just build upward into the stars. They built downward." ​Liam leaned in, his eyes narrowing at the coin. "The Trench. My father used to talk about a project called 'The Abyss.' He said it was where the Sterlings would go if the world finally burned. I thought it was a myth." ​"It's not a myth," I said, looking at the dark, churning water of the Pacific just outside the cave. "It’s our only exit." ​T-Minus 40 Minutes ​We moved with a desperate, practiced efficiency. Liam and Sofia loaded the children back into the pod, but instead of prepping for flight, we began sealing every seam with industrial-grade resin. We weren't making a ship;