Novel & Cerita House Of Shifting Tides Audiobook

This city will be needing a new name I think. We walk for a while and I have no idea where we are. I guess a shapeshifting apartment building can be pretty much anywhere you want it to be. I'm about to ask how much further, worried that Silvia is actually aslpee on her feet, when we finally come to a stop, Tidiane turns and grins. Apparently shapeshifters are very good landlords. It's not an apartment building anymore. It's a house. A very large house with three stories on the edge of the boundary between the Barren and Loop City (or whatever the new names for these places will be!)

I crash through the water and take off moving a safe distance from the cliffs, hoping I’m not too far from Lemuel. I see and feel the pull of the currents from under the surface as the tsunami makes its way towards the kingdom. I feel my eyes burn as I pull on the energy inside me and throw my hands out halting the tsunami in its tracks, or at least I thought I had. 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.

"Are you okay, Hera?" "I'm, uh," I hesitate. I can't even pinpoint what I'm feeling. "Overwhelmed. It feels like only yesterday I was learning shifters even existed. Now we've got shifters after the king with silver, which I didn't even know was an issue." I sigh. "I'm good at what I do, but this makes me feel so…helpless." "Listen," he runs his fingers through his hair with a sigh. "Shifters were taking care of themselves long before you even knew we existed. Whatever threat is rising will pass."

But even as I thought that, I knew I’d always wonder, and as much as I probably wouldn’t like the answer, I had to find out. Before I could give myself a chance to change my mind, I pulled out the book, my exhaustion shining through when my muscles protested under the weight. I dropped the book onto the nearest desk where it landed with an audible thud. I pulled out a chair and sat in front of it, eyeing it warily. I stared at the title on the peeling hardcover: The Sacred Laws of Werewolf Mates. ‘Last chance to turn back,’ Emrae whispered. ‘I’m not sure I want answers.’

My hands. They were changing. The knuckles. The shape of my fingers. My bones moving under my skin in a way I had absolutely not authorized. It was the turning. Except it wasn't time yet. The moon wasn't fully up. I could see it through the window — red and enormous and rising but not there yet. Not the peak. And I was turning. "You're shifting," Isolde said. Voice tight. "Remi you're shifting early. Why are you—" "Something's wrong." My voice came out wrong. Lower

“One hour.” Orion turned his attention to me, a silent query. “Yes,” Sky’s voice echoed within me, a decisive affirmation before I could even form the thought. “Absolutely yes.” “Apparently, yes,” I murmured, the decision made for me. The world shifted at the cliff’s edge, the pre-dawn light painting the sky in hues of bruised purple and soft grey. Below us, the ocean churned, a restless expanse of dark water. Behind, the forest stood sentinel. I’d shifted twice before, enough to know the process never truly lost its edge, yet it could become familiar, like the biting cold that eventually numbs the skin. The body learned the shape of transformation, even if the mind never ceased to marvel at

Whitney slid the bracelet off her wrist, a precious heirloom of the Jones family that Tessa had clasped on her the day she became one of them. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it crashing to the floor. The sound echoed sharply in the silence. Bracelet skittered across the tiles, its sparkle pale and lifeless in the moonlight. She did not look back, even as Colton's voice, filled with disbelief, called out to her. She had barely set foot inside her house when the door slammed open. Colton stormed in, his suit soaked, his hair dripping, a clear sign he had come after her without a second thought. He was out of breath, his eyes a whirlpool of anger and fear.

The trap was set, and the bait was too juicy for a greedy bitch to ignore. Emma dialed that private line, keeping her voice pitched down, sounding like some high-rolling assistant out of Miami looking to move a heavy brick of snow. Bella swallowed the hook whole, hook, line, and sinker. She didn’t even question it. She gave us a location—an abandoned, rusted-out shipping yard down by the docks, where the city lights don’t shine and the only sound is the water slapping against the concrete.

BIANCA'S POV "Why would a lovely damsel like you be heading to a hellhole like Dartmoor Island?" The captain's voice pulled me from my trance. I stood at the edge of the railing, watching the dark waves crash against the hull. The sharp wind struck my ankles. I shivered. "I simply have no other way to go," I whispered. "I don't have options." I tried to keep my voice steady, but the dread was overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill, hot and stinging against the cold sea spray.

I saw his profile sharp and steady like he and the forest understood each other well. “It is stronger than common storms,” he told us. “It shakes the roots of this land.” Alexus stood beside him, his gaze sharp and careful. “And the sea is angry too. I can hear it roaring farther than usual.” Late in the night the wind shifted, blowing straight from the coast. Above rain and wind, I heard a deeper, heavier sound waves crashing with rhythm like giant footsteps. “Tide rises far,” Kael said grimly. “It swallows the beach and creeps up into lower woods.”