Final Fantasy 16: The Rising Tide Novels & Stories

All around the world, tides rose, crashing with furious energy, as though the seas were celebrating the birth. Then finally, the last baby came. His cry filled the air, more shrill and sharper than the first three. In that instant, lightning split the sky and bolts of golden-white light rained down across the kingdom, striking every shadow tentacle on the battlefield. Each flash purified the darkness, burning it to ash. Every fighter — mortal, god, or spirit — froze. “What the fuck is happening?” Talon breathed. Even Dareth, who had been ready to strike Talon, halted mid-motion, his expression tightening with disbelief.

It made me feel like all the hairs on my body stood on end. "Do you mean...the dark lord will soon rise again?" It stared at me. "This has been prophecy long ago. Beware of the red flowers. They will soon bloom in the entire continent. You will be in great danger. You will face death once again." Sudanni told me that I almost stopped breathing. The red flowers are an indication of upcoming death. If there will be lots of them, it means that the people, living in Wysteria will die. I will...too...

she was kind of lost in all of this, having a feeling of not belonging to this supernatural circle. Unconsciously, Sarah reached for Luke’s hand. He was standing beside her, and the contact of their skins gave her the strength and clarity of mind she needed. “Again, see this?” Celia pointed to the upper right corner of the plate to a symbol that no one recognized but her. “It’s actually something you can address as the title of the prophecy.” She giggled at her own joke. “It says: ‘Rise of the fire,’ and as we now know, fire here equals phoenix.” Even the simple pronouncing the word ‘phoenix’ made Celia spiral and not in a bad way. “Further down the symbols engraved, we can see a mention of

Only then do the elements settle as the dragons begin to cheer as she sends a blaze of fire into the sky, screaming her dominance over Vaeril. I’d just turned to get Emmi so we could sit when she slapped her hands over her ears in the way that I’ve learned is Phoenix trying to push forward. I grab her quickly, moving to the back of the stadium. “Phoenix! Phoenix, don’t push forward. Hold on, let me get us outside!” I say hurriedly as the other side begins cheering for Vaeril. Tesha comes rushing up. “What is it?” “I don’t know, but something’s wrong,” I say quietly. Whatever it is, I need to know if it’s worth stopping a claim, one that has already been postponed once.

An obsidian stone is inside my seal, and the guards fall over themselves to let us inside once they know who I am. The wall is ridiculously tall, made of thick, reinforced steel. I crane my neck back, move my hair back to see it all. The portly guard pulls a lever, and a portion of it lowers. Clunky and groaning, the ice flys out, the gate forcing its way open. The gate lowers completely, warm water slowly trickles out, and the inside of Estate Eclipse is steaming. I grab onto Dante and he helps me past the blocks of ice until we cross the other side of the gate.

With this deal, we would have a global reach, crossing all seven seas. The only thing preventing this deal from going forward is the asshole himself Daniel Price. Daniel is the CEO of the Seven Seas empire. He knows the reputation of the Scorpions, and has been drawing this deal out longer than necessary. He feels as though he can control us. However, the Scorpions will never get backed into a corner like a scared mouse. Rather we're the lion that attacks. I'm done with being pushed around. It's about time that Daniel Price learns what happens to those that don't play by the Scorpion's rules.

The guild members' resolve held strong, and they emerged victorious once more. Finally, they reached the last floor. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as they entered the final room. Samuel's voice crackled over the communication devices, guiding their movements. As they stepped into the room, the sight that met their eyes was chilling. Greyson stood before them, his expression a mix of arrogance and defiance. He was flanked by his remaining henchmen, their guns aimed at the guild members. "Jota," Greyson's voice was mocking, his gaze flickering over the guild members. "You've come to face me at last, be ready to die."

But the longer I stared, the more I felt it that quiet thrum beneath my ribs, the pull that had begun the night Clara fell. The mark above my chest tingled, a faint burn crawling up my throat. It wasn’t pain exactly more like a memory trying to surface. Mira entered quietly, clutching her cloak around her shoulders. “You’re awake,” she said, voice low. “The council is already gathering. They say the tides are rising two days early.” “Early?” I asked, though I already knew what she meant. “The ocean refuses to rest,” she whispered. “The sailors say it hums. Like a song under the waves.”

Not hiding. But powerful. Protected. Surrounded by wealth, security, and influence far beyond anything he currently possessed. His entire body tensed. His breath grew shallow. A quiet dread crept beneath his skin and settled in his chest. He leaned back slowly, staring into empty space as the truth settled like ice in his veins. Celine wasn’t gone. She wasn’t defeated. She had risen, higher than he could have imagined. And the resources she now possessed… they were alarming. The shock of it struck Adam to his core.

My nails dig into my palm as I whisper a vow no one hears but me. “I will never forgive them. And I will return. When I do, they will pay.” The engines roar, carrying me farther from everything I once knew, and closer to something else..Something darker, unknown, waiting.