A Tidal Wave Of Glory Novels & Stories

He looked around, as if he was impatiently waiting for his order to arrive. Shortly after, a wave of water came from the direction of the open sea. The water waves had the power equivalent to a tsunami, which would certainly roll up the small boat carrying Rao Guohoa and Feng Yaoshan's entourage. The tsunami could also drag their boats into the middle of the ocean. "Watch out!!! There's a tidal wave!” exclaimed the several warriors who had picked up Rao Guohoa just as they saw a towering scroll of water approaching them. “Save yourselves each!” Rao Guohoa shouted to her entire entourage.

He matches my rhythm stride for stride. “I’m going to come, darlin’. I’m going to fill your cunt up with my cum.” I scream his name as the wave comes crashing all over my body, my legs tremble, my eyes roll to the back of my head, and I am panting. I feel his dick get tense and harder, his balls must be so tight and prime right now as he delves deeper and harder into me. “Fuck yeah.” He calls out my name, his fingers dig deeper into the flesh on my hips, I don’t care, this is the best tidal wave I have ever experienced.

A faint star, beyond the wastes, in the sea cliffs. Lyra’s shard flickered, her voice, my voice, soft but certain. The remnants mentioned it, she said, her eyes distant, like she saw the city’s spires instead of sand. The Tide, they called it, a node not forged but found, where the Veil touches the world’s edge, not chaos but… something else, older, wilder. The shades there aren’t chaos, they’re tides, bound to the trinity, to us. Killian groaned, rubbing his bruised shoulder, his face grim. "Tides, shades, echoes," he muttered, "can’t we just deal with a storm or a bandit crew? I’m done with magical nonsense trying to kill us."

Beneath it, the waves crashed against the rocks, a deadly abyss waiting to swallow me whole. As I dropped towards the water, Lyrien's parting words echoed in my mind. Tears fell, but it was too late. They won. My body splashed into the sea, and the torrent swept me away while Lyrien's triumphant grin etched in my memory forever.

If they reach our front line, it’s over. I lift both hands and call on everything inside me. The wave I send this time is larger and thicker than anything I’ve ever conjured before. It’s a tidal wave, ready to take out anyone in its path. I freeze it midair and slam it into the line of Oceanan soldiers rushing toward the eastern flank. It hits hard. Men fall. Ice explodes into mist. For one brief moment, they retreat, but it isn’t enough. A third wave follows, and the Altinnian line starts to break apart. I turn, trying to hold the center with another blast of ice, but I am too slow.

The Anchor. A wave of pure, undiluted reality exploded out from him. It wasn’t a shield or a weapon. It was a statement. I am here. We are here. This is real. The wave met the crimson power of the Blood Moon. There was no sound. There was only a great, silent settling.

The glow burst free, flooding the air in a violent wave— —and the creature screamed, not in pain, but in triumph. ---

Aby shrieked, tears of pleasure streaming freely down her face as she unraveled completely, convulsing around him already. The climax hit like an explosion. It was violent, and blinding, shattering everything else away. Aby screamed loud and raw, no longer holding back, her whole body locking rigid as her thighs shook uncontrollably. Wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her, inner walls spasming rhythmically around his throbbing length and milking him for everything he had.

The wall of water didn't feel like a weight anymore; it felt like a melody. I leaned back into Félix, my body trembling with the sheer, beautiful power of our union. I raised my hand and made a "cutting" motion. The five-hundred-foot wave didn't crash. It parted. The tsunami split in two, the massive volumes of water rushing around the Sun-Spire and the Black Crag, flowing back into the mountain canyons where it could be absorbed by the ancient, thirsty quartz. As the water receded and the dome finally flickered out, the harbor was left in a state of dripping, salt-crusted ruin. The Leviathans had retreated back into the deep, leaving behind nothing but broken bone-shards and the smell of th

The intense heat collided with the face of the towering black tidal wave. A deafening, earth-shattering hiss screamed through the night as millions of gallons of ocean water were instantly vaporized into a dense, blinding wall of white steam. The pressure was so immense that the five Lycan elders were thrown backward across the wet concrete, their massive, armored forms skidding into the wreckage of the helipad. Through the blinding fog of steam, the silhouette of the massive wall of water began to warp. The celestial light from Clara's belly shot upward like a beacon, piercing through the dark clouds and striking the core of the wave.