A Tidal Wave Of Glory Novels & Stories

It released a wave of energy, a fierce, cutting force, a bright, living presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The wave was a vivid, uncontained energy, a sharp, living force that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. It spread outward like ripples on water, a bright, living energy, a fierce, cutting presence that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The curse was broken, but at what cost to Amelia remained to be seen.

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.

They were deep green, glowing, swirling with plankton light. “I can’t stop it,” she said, voice echoing unnaturally. “It’s not a power. It’s a memory. I am the tide.” And then— The statue cracked. A hairline fracture across its chest. Then another. It split down the middle, and from inside poured not stone—but water. Endless. Flooding. Rushing. The drowned shrieked—not in pain, but in praise. The flood had begun. And Mireya was at its center.

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

I suppose watching someone’s ancestors die time and time again did that to a person, immortal or not. As soon as Orion began the spell, I was back in that dark ocean. The rock I stood on was just as slippery. The waves were just as violent. Lightning illuminated the sky like splotches of watery ink. Again and again they crashed down, trying to pierce through. Icy water soaked my feet, traveling up the ends of my sweatpants. My stomach dropped as a large tidal wave formed. This hadn’t happened the first time. No, the waves had been smaller, carrying only small glimpses of my life. As it grew in size, a memory appeared within its glossy surface.

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.