A Tidal Wave Of Glory の小説・ストーリー

Severiel glances down at us. “Impossible is a human word.” The tidal wall hangs there. Frozen. Waiting. Then the lattice reacts. The sky fills with rotating structures. Energy pulses ripple across the clouds. COUNTER-DEMONSTRATION INITIATED. The tidal wall collapses instantly. Not crashing. Disappearing. The ocean water drops back into the harbor like someone pressed rewind. The street drains within seconds. The system didn’t fight the angel’s power. It removed the conditions that made the wave possible. Severiel’s smile fades slightly.

I let go of my hand, letting the flood waters take me. In the moment of grogginess, I heard another rumble. A thunderous rumble rang out in the skies so loudly that it caused ripples in the waters. The next second, a blinding ray of light shone down on me. My beam of hope had finally arrived.

The core follows, its pulse stuttering, the Scorch-wave freezing mid-expansion. Too late for some. Swathes of the world stay crystallized. But the wave stops . I collapse.

hit. A massive, violet pulse rippled across the surface of the ocean, moving with the speed of a tidal wave. It didn't move the water; it moved the meaning of the water. For a split second, everyone on the beach felt Leo’s final thought—a searing, localized burst of agony and bone-deep exhaustion—before it vanished into the depths. The Conflict of the Living

As he spoke, humongous waves roared the seas, ship started sinking, in different parts of the world, villages by the shore, beaches were flooded by heavy waves like never before. "...Detestor et nomen melius a quo sexu esse personam? Per quos aqua baptizatus detestor; Ut benedicat tibi?!!!!!" he rose back unto his feet, "This world, you made it, you love it, you called it your garden and you took everything from me... I will flood every living creature in this world of yours. I will destroy everything you so hard worked for. You so love this fucking world that you sent you're only son to die for it to be saved? Well, looks like his sacrifice will be in total vain!!!!" He rushed outside, ligh

Every drop of water in that tidal wave turned crimson and froze solid mid-air (a thousand-foot wall of blood-crystal glittering in the moonlight). “River’s closed,” she said sweetly. “Try Uber.” Seras leapt onto the frozen wave, surfing it like a fiery comet, and detonated the whole thing into a storm of razor-sharp, burning shards that shredded the front line of shadow-wraiths. Lucian launched skyward, shifting mid-air into full copper dragon (forty tons of scales and bad attitude). He banked hard and breathed a lance of white-hot dragonfire straight into the goddess’s chest.

"Then get some rest. Tomorrow I'll introduce you to Tyler. He's still at tutorials right now, so he won't be back until tonight." The door quietly closed behind her. I sat on the edge of the bed, hugging the pillow tightly against my chest before burying my face into it. It wasn't out of sorrow, but rather the overwhelming realization that someone was finally treating me with genuine kindness. On my third day in Kingsley City, Ruby suddenly spammed my phone with messages. "STELLA! GO ONLINE RIGHT NOW! "People are absolutely TEARING Naomi apart online! "I CAN'T STOP LAUGHING! Cameron is trying to scrub the comments, but those screenshots are already everywhere!

"You mean extinction." "I mean evolution, little copy," the Entity said, not even looking at him. With a flick of her wrist, the entire throne room began to dissolve. The obsidian walls didn't break; they turned into a black, viscous liquid that flowed into the boiling Atlantic below. The throne wasn't sinking; it was becoming part of the sea. "The harvest begins at the source," the Entity declared. She didn't fly. She became a tidal wave of obsidian mercury, a thousand feet high, surging toward the coast of Lagos. And we were caught in the wake.

“Let’s see it.” I turned the paper over, and revealed the poem scrawled in pencil on the back. Down the streets of woodland black I wander, earth to hearse In every tree I see a wave A looming tidal curse On the cusp of something greater Stood ankle-deep in floodwater Stagnant pools of brown and red The onslaught is coming; I dread For each dark night and each pearl day The mist does clear too soon The floodplain is drown’d again The water, torn from its ocean womb