Land Of Waves Novels & Stories

"At the heart of the desert lies the lands of the Tuariz. Tuarland is the greatest kingdom in the desert lands and one of the only two kingdoms that were not conquered by the second Mashirotzu, Mikato Sanada. "Mikato launched a war against the whole of Mundillum after his brother, the first Mashirotzu was betrayed and murdered by the Elves of Prasiemgard. Mikato's wars led to the birth of the largest and strongest empire in the known history of Mundillum.

Some waves were worth chasing, some were worth passing, and some were worth waiting around for. Some waves brought you incredible joy, while others hit you hard and tossed the life out of you. But that was okay because there was always that one magic wave worth riding for. The one wave that could make you feel alive, the one that could take you some place new, to a place of endless freedom, a never-ending summer, or to some unknown rapture. A wave like her. All was peaceful and calm out in this blue water, until suddenly, I heard this thundering noise coming from above. All of a sudden, the wind was blowing like crazy all around me. I opened my eyes and looked up above to see this bright whi

“Why else would you be asking about Gulf Waves?” I narrowed my eyes at him, “I’m getting the feeling that you know a lot more than I think.” He cackled, “It’s finally my turn to surprise you. Good. About time. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two.” He laughed again to himself f as he poured another drink. “Gulf Waves used to be on the west side of Fireash before they annexed the land. Or rather before Ben washed the pack’s streets with its own blood and called it a hurricane. He likes using natural disasters to explain massive losses of life.”

KEIRA The waves rolled in, their steady rhythm a soothing melody that spoke to my soul. I stood at the edge of the beach, my toes sinking into the warm sand, and let my gaze wander across the vast expanse of the ocean. The sun, a radiant orb of golden light, painted the sky with hues of pink and orange as it descended towards the horizon. It was a sight of breathtaking beauty, a moment that filled my heart with awe and wonder.

glowed with a steady, sapphire light. "And?" Audrey asked. "The Sea of Salt’s End isn't a cliff, Mother. It’s a bridge," Mara said, handing over a roll of new, high-density parchment. "There are islands. Not made of glass or ice, but of living wood. They have their own resonance. They call it 'The Pulse'."

"Y-you'll live." And then Papa raised his hands and shut his eyes. After a solid minute, the floor we were standing on began rocking. Everything started falling down and crashing. It was almost like an...an earthquake. But Papa can't control land, only water. Then it clicked. He was moving the water around land submerged— the base of the island— which in turn shook the entire island of Ovzdusia. And then the sound of waves crashing against the shore became prominent. Like a tsunami had hit the shores. The sound was so loud that it drowned the grunts and screams of the people fighting outside.

"When you look out to sea, you'll notice the horizon is hemmed in sardine-silver. The distant waves resemble white creases and both rhythmic and mesmerizing." "The sea's pulsing heart causes a gentle swell, and the waves crashing against the shore have that ancient alchemy of purr-and-pound.. It's as if an old vellum parchment is unrolling in front of your eyes as they uncoil. If you could read the script, it would probably repeat the same two words over and over again: never leave. Your gaze is drawn to a small dot in the sky that is getting closer. It's a gannet, plump from stealing fish from the sea's trough.. As he approaches the frame, he emits a call that echoes the alien emptiness of

She ran into the darkness, guided only by instinct and the sound of waves that seemed to be calling to her. The shoreline, when she reached it, was unlike anything she had ever seen. The beaches of her childhood memories were tropical and warm, filled with the sounds of life even at night. This coast was austere and wild, with dark water stretching endlessly toward a horizon she couldn't see. The waves crashed against the shore with a rhythm that was both soothing and ominous, speaking of depths and distances that dwarfed her small human concerns.

I eye it as it approaches Teddy. "Teddy! Behind yo-" I start to warn him when something about the wave catches my eyes. The wave seems to froth and stand in one spot. And the saltwater falls away, but something underneath pushes up. It stands higher than the height of the wave itself. Almost as if...

The Cliffside Winds On the windswept cliffs, they bound her carefully in silk ropes to wooden frames overlooking the crashing ocean. The strong sea wind whipped across her naked skin, cooling her while the sun warmed her from above. Men approached from all directions — some taking her mouth while the wind carried her moans across the waves, others lifting her legs to enter her with deep, rocking thrusts that matched the rhythm of the ocean below. The constant movement of the wind and waves added an unpredictable, exhilarating edge to every encounter.