It's Like The Tide Always Falling And Rising Novels & Stories

He stood at the water’s edge, waves slapping his calves, staring out at the bruised horizon where moonlight fractured in uneasy ripples. The crash of the waves, once a lullaby, now sounded like a plea. Each rise and fall whispered of imbalance, of sickness spreading from the abyss. The currents themselves—once his allies, flowing beneath his touch like veins of a beloved—carried whispers of betrayal. Something was seeping upward, bleeding into the whole of the ocean. And with it came emptiness.

Jane deliberately emphasized my identity as an orphan and a sly look flashed through her eyes. Then a panicky voice suddenly rang out. "Watch out!" I looked up and saw the chandelier above me was swaying dangerously. The next second, it came crashing down! In that instant, Andy grabbed Jane's wrist and pulled the panicked she-wolf tightly behind him. As for me? I had no time to dodge as it struck me hard in the forehead. Dizziness overwhelmed me as I fell to the floor, blood quickly trickled down from my forehead. I touched the blood and looked toward Andy, but he was only worried about whether Jane was hurt the whole time.

It moved in unstable patterns, rising and collapsing without rhythm, as if the entire body of water had lost control of itself. Aurelian’s gaze sharpened. “This is not natural.” “No,” Kaelith agreed. “That much is obvious.” A massive wave rose beneath them without warning, towering high before crashing down with explosive force. The sound echoed across the ocean, followed by another surge, and another. Like breathing. Slow. Violent. Alive. Kaelith folded his arms, staring downward. “…we’re not here for the couple anymore, are we?” Aurelian did not answer.

I voiced out. "And whose fault was that?" she said glaring at me. Your psychotic mind, I mumbled beneath my breath, just then she decided to drop one of her crutches, she tried to make it look like an accident but failed miserably. She's going to be the death of me, mumbled before adding a string of curse words to the statement. I hurried over to her and supported her falling figure by putting my hand around her waist leading her to the nearest table. I ignore how right it felt to place my hand around her waist or how she seemed to fit perfectly in my arms every time I carry her. I went to pick up the fallen crutch and made my way back to her.

Now, those waves only sounded like echoes from too far away. The sea occasionally brushed against my feet, its chill creeping into my bones. It felt like a warning—that the world wouldn’t grow warmer simply because I wanted it to. Each time the tide receded, the sand beneath me eroded away, making me lose my balance just slightly. Much like how a single departure can shake the foundations I once thought were solid.

I collapse to my knees in the shallows, cock throbbing, chest heaving, heart pounding like the tide itself. Tomorrow night the moon begins to wane. But I’ll still be here. Ready to drown in her again.

It was not a wave but a tide. The whole ocean decided to move in one direction, not violently, not dramatically, but with the total irreversible commitment of something massive that has made up its mind. It fills every space in my body simultaneously. My hands pressed harder into the ground. The pine needles under my palms felt sharp,real and present. The rain on my back felt like something clarifying rather than cold. It was white.

Knowing something is gone but not quite remembering what. *Do you regret it?* *No. We're still us. Just... lighter, somehow.* I understand what he means. And as we emerge from the Tide Court's territory and see the Sunken Temple rising from the marsh ahead—a massive structure half-collapsed into murky water, covered in vines and glowing with faint bioluminescence—I feel ready. Ready to face the trials. Ready to claim the truth. Ready for whatever comes next. The dark moon rises tomorrow. And we're going to survive this.

the Princess hummed, placing a finger underneath her lip, and deliberately eyeing his lips hungrily. “Aria, don’t give me that look!” Jin screamed, mortified at the blatantly scandalous look on her face as he quickly covered his mouth, his cheeks now matching the color of his ears. Chuckling, she went back to her reading: (Jin was unnerved how she could be so calm) ‘The little waves, with their soft, white hands Efface the footprints in the sands And the tide rises, the tide falls The morning breaks; the steeds in their stalls

But the more she stared at the horizon, the more it seemed like the tide would never truly go out. Victoria’s mind wandered back to the moments when her love for Nestor had felt like a safe harbor, a place where she had anchored her dreams and her hopes. She had once believed in the strength of that love, in its power to withstand anything. But now, looking out at the sea, she realized that love, much like the ocean, could be deceptive. It could offer tranquility one moment and then turn wild and uncontrollable the next, leaving wreckage in its wake. Her heart, which had once been so full, now felt like the remains of a shipwreck—scattered, broken pieces, forever lost to the depths.