A Tidal Wave Of Glory 소설 & 이야기

Why not now? With a dark smile, Solas stretched out his hand, his fingers tracing the air as he began to manipulate the moon’s pull on the tides. Slowly, the waters began to churn, roaring in the distance, the waves swelling and crashing with increasing fury. He could feel the power surging through him, spreading far beyond the cave, out into the world. He knew exactly where the waves would strike—along the shores of the village that had abandoned her.

She forgot the journalists’ questions and grabbed my still‑healing arm. The wound reopened under her pull, and drops of blood fell to the floor. “Joseph, how could you be so despicable? You know Derek is innocent, yet you bribed reporters and hired online trolls. Do you want to ruin his reputation?” Her grip tightened around my wrist with great force. A sharp cracking sound followed. Pain washed over me, and a faint taste of blood filled my mouth. Derek pulled her away and acted generous. “Jaime, it’s alright. I believe Joseph wouldn’t do that.”

I can feel the force of the giant wave pushing against me, forcing me to readjust and throw more power into my actions, but still, I feel the fucking thing resisting me. A tsunami may be a natural and powerful force but even it must bend to sirna magic. This thing is fighting me like a sentient being. No tsunami can do that, which means someone is controlling this thing. I keep my hold on the wave as I close my eyes and try to feel the energy behind this beast. I grind my molars in disgust and feel my eyes burn brighter as I sense the presence of more sirna magic. Another sirna is responsible for this, and when I find them I’ll turn them into fucking sashimi.

KEIRA The waves rolled in, their steady rhythm a soothing melody that spoke to my soul. I stood at the edge of the beach, my toes sinking into the warm sand, and let my gaze wander across the vast expanse of the ocean. The sun, a radiant orb of golden light, painted the sky with hues of pink and orange as it descended towards the horizon. It was a sight of breathtaking beauty, a moment that filled my heart with awe and wonder.

His eyes darted nervously around as if expecting something to come for his life at any second. Andrew frowned. "Cerulean Tide? What the hell is that?" Jeremy looked shocked. "You don't know about the Cerulean Tide, yet you still dared to come into Wraith Graveyard alone? Are you seriously trying to get yourself killed?" Andrew replied flatly, "Answer my question. Otherwise, before this Cerulean Tide of yours shows up, I'll send you to meet your maker first!" Jeremy glanced warily at the great sword on Andrew's back and quickly responded, "Sir, please do not get angry, I will explain! The Cerulean Tide is a poisonous blue fog that sweeps through at specific times from deep within Wraith Grave

The return of the Sovereign fleet to Gloomwater Bay was a spectacle that would be burned into the annals of the realm for generations. As the colossal black-and-gold hull of the Eclipse Leviathan led the thirty war-frigates back through the coastal mist, the waters of the bay were no longer dark and churning with fear. The miraculous shockwave of Prince Valen’s divine purification had washed over the sea for miles beyond the Straits of Sorrow. The once-murky grey tides had turned a crystalline, glowing turquoise, illuminated from beneath by newly awakened thermal leylines. Schools of shimmering, silver-scaled fish leaped into the sunny air alongside the iron keels, while massive crowds of sh

The harbor water—dark, violent, and churning—wasn't just receding; it was being sucked into a gaping, abyssal maw as the entire granite shelf of the Imperial Capital lifted upward. The colossal two-hundred-foot tsunami wave on the horizon didn't crash into the cliffs; it slammed into a wall of newly exposed, slick black star-metal hull that rose from the ocean bed like the spine of an ancient, sleeping leviathan. BOOM! The kinetic shockwave of the continent’s elevation hit us like a battering ram. "Hold on!" Kaelen roared, his massive arms wrapping around my waist as he kicked through the weakened, rusted floorbars of the cage.

He unraveled. “Holy shit!” Troy gave a desperate cry as the wave built into an intense ache, spiraling through his body so exquisitely his vision blurred. “Philip…” He gasped when he felt the sweet beginnings of an explosion. “Yes…yes…” Troy virtually sobbed as he reached for that ecstasy. He could feel Philip thickening inside him, clearly getting ready to burst too. “God...” He whispered shakily…almost as if he was in shock as he fell into a chasm of bliss. Nothing could stop him from flying apart.

He was convinced he would die that night. His feet got tangled in his net. The strong waves made it impossible for Carl to free himself, and he drifted, battered by the waves, losing control. In his resignation, Carl saw something glowing swimming toward him. It weaved gracefully under the water, with a blueish glow, looking beautiful. When it got closer, the creature's hand reached for Carl, but it wasn't like a human hand. Between its fingers were delicate webs, and its nails were long, like claws that seemed capable of tearing through anything. It cut the net, rope entangled around his leg.

I said after a while, letting go slightly as she found her balance. She grinned up at me, her face glowing in the sunlight. “Not bad at all.” In that moment, with her laughter filling the air and her body so close to mine, I realized something. I was completely and utterly screwed. Then I spotted a wave approaching. She noticed and her eyes widened with panic. I was about to calm her down when, without thinking, she wrapped her legs around my waist and wrapped her arms around my neck, burying her face in my neck as the water hit us.