The Kingdom Beneath the Sea E-Book

Brooke Morgan

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 25

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

When a violent storm pulls young Mira beneath the waves, she awakens in a hidden world—an ancient underwater kingdom shimmering with coral towers and secrets older than time. There, she learns she is the last of the Tidecallers, a bloodline bound to the ocean's will and to a chained serpent god named Thalor. As shadows from the Abyss rise to reclaim the deep, Mira must uncover the truth buried in her soul: that she once sealed Thalor away to save the world—and may be the only one who can free him without destroying it. Torn between duty, destiny, and compassion, Mira's choice will decide the fate of both sea and shore. Beautifully written and hauntingly atmospheric, The Kingdom Beneath the Sea is a story of memory, sacrifice, and the power of a single voice to calm even the wildest tide.

Leseprobe

The Kingdom Beneath the Sea

Brooke Morgan

Chapter 1

The ocean had always called to Mira. Even as a child, she would stand barefoot on the jagged rocks that lined the coast of Kareth, staring out at the horizon until her mother’s voice pulled her back from the edge of her daydreams. There was something about the rhythm of the waves — a voice hidden in the foam, whispering secrets too old for the wind to carry.

That morning, the sea was restless.

Mira knelt at the shore, her fingers trailing over a conch shell. It hummed faintly against her skin, a vibration so soft she almost mistook it for her imagination. The shell was unlike any she’d found before — smoother, with faint carvings along its spiral, almost like letters.

“Still talking to shells, Mira?” called her brother, Aron, from behind. He carried a bundle of fishing nets slung over his shoulder, his boots leaving deep impressions in the wet sand.

“Maybe this one will answer me,” she said without looking up. “You never know.”

Aron chuckled and shook his head. “You sound like Mother used to. Always spinning tales about sea spirits and lost kingdoms.”

“She wasn’t wrong,” Mira murmured. “Not about everything.”

The sky darkened briefly as a shadow passed overhead — a gull, then another, then a whole flock sweeping inland as though chased by an unseen force. The wind picked up, sharp with salt and the promise of rain.

Aron frowned. “Storm’s coming sooner than they said. Help me pull the boats higher.”

They worked quickly, the two of them hauling the small fishing skiffs up the beach, securing ropes to the wooden posts embedded in the sand. But as the first drops of rain began to fall, Mira felt that hum again — stronger now, pulsing through the conch shell like a heartbeat. She held it close to her ear.

And heard a voice.

Mira.

She froze. The voice was neither male nor female — soft, fluid, like water speaking in words.

“Mira!” Aron shouted over the growing wind. “Come on!”

But she couldn’t move. The shell glowed faintly in her hand, its carvings shimmering like silver veins. The voice spoke again, clearer this time.

The gate is opening. The tide remembers you.

Then — silence. The glow faded. Mira looked up just as a towering wave rose on the horizon, far larger than any storm wave she’d ever seen. The sea itself seemed to draw breath.

“Aron—” she began, but the word was swallowed by the roar of the surf.

The wave struck the beach like thunder. The world spun — water, sand, sky — all became one chaotic blur. She felt Aron’s hand slip from hers, felt herself pulled under, tumbling through a darkness that had no surface, no bottom.

Then… stillness.

For a long moment, Mira thought she was dead. But then she realized she could breathe. The water wasn’t choking her — it filled her lungs like air. She opened her eyes.