Final Fantasy 16: The Rising Tide Novels & Stories

But it’s not about me right now. “Head back then. Finn and I can cover here. Riley’s healed up well too, nobody would mind you taking a break from the front-” Stretching out his shoulders in his dark green shirt he raised his eyebrows with a grin. “It’s coming to a head. We’re going for it.” “What, you mean, take on Rising Star?” “There are some big thunderstorms predicted by the end of this week. That will flood the tunnel you went through. So they can’t sneak around and get us in the rear. We’re fucking taking it to them. Phillipe’s a dead man.”

"You still don't get it, Zora. I don't care about the Spires. I don't care about the Rift. I care about you. If you die, this whole world can go dark for all I care." "Dante, the fleet—" "To hell with the fleet!" Suddenly, the Ascension fired. A beam of pure, white-gold light slammed into the water a hundred yards from the Rig, creating a tidal wave that rocked the entire structure. The "Final Audit" was over. The negotiation was dead. The battle was a chaotic symphony of "Lagos-grit" and High-Council tech. Scrapper skiffs swarmed the flagship like hornets, their "Void-Mines" detonating against the gold hull in flashes of violet light.

Sure enough, he saw the blue fog outside recede like a tide, withdrawing all at once. The entire Wraith Graveyard fell silent once more. Andrew asked, "How often does this tide appear?" Rosemary replied flatly, "So, you're not completely stupid. At least you're asking the important questions. Fine, I might as well tell you. The Cerulean Tide appears roughly every three hours, but it doesn't happen every day. I haven't figured out the pattern yet." Andrew ignored the veiled insult in her words and continued, "How long have you been inside here?"

She set the tempo, knowing that victory belonged to those who moved first and hardest. Outside, the city’s lights flickered in ignorant rhythm, oblivious to the war raging in its heights. Inside, Nyxara Vale was already lining up her next move, calculating the angles, the risks, the cost. The game had changed, the stakes rising with every new adversary, but she was ready. Cassian, Brielle, her mate, the traitor, every last enemy—they would all learn what it meant to wager against a queen who never lost. The board was hers, and it was time for the world to remember why.

But I barely notice any of it, Because there he is. Cole MayRidge.

On the day of the wedding, he even called Damon, who was watching over me. "I’ll have someone deliver the divorce papers. Tell Iris that if she agrees to donate bone marrow and signs the divorce agreement, half of my assets will go to her." After a pause, he added, "Tell her I’m just fulfilling Selena’s wish. Once her condition improves, I’ll divorce Selena." Of course, he was a businessman through and through. Even betrayal was framed as kindness. The promises he made were bigger than the last. I couldn’t help but mock him.

Only now did I realize the torrent of affection in their gazes. The commotion continued. Suddenly, a staff member shouted, “A driver went off the track and fell into the sea! They’ve not been rescued yet.” Some dissatisfied fans near me sneered, “Could it be Lewis? He hasn’t shown up yet.” Hearing this, Alanna froze mid-pose. … Rally racing was, after all, a dangerous sport, where crashes and fatalities were never unexpected.

Kiyomi’s fingers closed around Hayate’s. His jaw shifted. “No.” Grandmother looked at me. “If the ocean remains still until dawn, every tide bound soul will disappear.” My echoes. Astraya. Azure Tide. Possibly me. The glass device shouted again. A new voice cut through the rest. “Storm systems collapsing over three continents.” “Air temperatures are rising along the equator.” “Emergency councils request contact with Silvercrest.” “Someone tell us what the Tide Queen has done.” The words landed across the avenue.

As she climbed into bed, her phone buzzed with a text from Rylan: "Thank you for a wonderful evening. Sweet dreams, beautiful." Ravenna stared at the message, her finger hovering over the reply button. Finally, she typed out a response: "The pleasure was all mine. Goodnight, Rylan." As she set her phone aside, Ravenna closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come. The game was far from over, and she couldn't afford to let her guard down. Rylan may have killed her in her past life, may have betrayed her in the worst possible way, but in this life, she would be the one to come out on top.

My wife's student, Talon Palmer, hired someone to stab me, leaving me critically injured. In six years as an attorney, my wife Audrey Taylor had never lost a case. Yet she stayed up all night compiling nearly a hundred pages of trial materials, all to prove Talon innocent. I stood in the doorway for six straight hours, torturing myself as I watched her work. Finally, I asked hoarsely, "Why?" She didn't even look up. "You accused Talon of being the other man. All he did was ask that thug to pretend to be his brother and scare you. Everything that happened afterward was the thug's own doing. It had nothing to do with Talon." I shook my head in disbelief. Hysterical, I rushed forward and tr