Land Of Waves Novels & Stories

“The boulder at the edge of the ocean… it is not destroyed by the crashing of the waves. It does not flee them. It stands its ground and lets the water wash over it—and every time the tide retreats, it remains.” “What—” “Remain, Jesse. Just… remain.”

The strong sea wind slammed against the outriggers of the boat, sending sprays of salty water across Dewangga’s face. In the darkness of the open ocean, only the sound of oars cutting through the waves and Davian’s strained breathing could be heard. The land of Java was now nothing more than a thin black line, slowly swallowed by the horizon. “You’re wasting too much energy, Dewangga. You’re no real fisherman,” Davian hissed from the bottom of the boat, trying to lean his stiff back against the wooden hull.

I shout and I watch as Fen opens a portal he nods is head at me with a smile before he steps through and I know they will be watching this from the safety of the beach. I lift my hands in front of me and close my fist, imaging my hands grabbing the water and I pull them back as the water recedes behind me. I hear the roar behind me, knowing I have created a huge wave. I hold it, filling it with power before. I raise my clenched fists higher, pulling more on my power when I open my fists and throw my hands forward. The wave responds and crashes over me towards the structure. I’m sucked under I hear the crash and smash of tanks and enclosures. I breach the surface, looking at the gaping hole i

The waves, the beautiful, calming waves. Their resonance, slow rolling and crashing, and white caps cresting over and plunging back into the water fully display the beauty and majesty of creation from the shoreline. Larry is standing on the bridge, looking down, and the cars passing by are hooting. “Get off the bridge; your an idiot.” Larry looks back; “I will miss nothing about this world.”

A moment later, a logo popped up, along with the words “The Island.” A British male voice started speaking, but the camera didn’t show the narrator. Instead, it showed scenes that looked like something out of a hunting show to start with. As I listened to the narrator recapping the last episode, one of the images featured a slightly overweight man grappling with a shorter black woman. He held her down, forcing her onto all fours before climbing on top of her.

Leo asking measured questions about rip currents and how waves are formed, Mia asking whether any famous surfers had pets and specifically what kinds, and if they ride the waves with them. Melody’s eyes follow their every move. The ocean is doing what the ocean does: being enormous, indifferent and full of pull. The waves are gentle — it is a calm afternoon, the swells soft and slow, the kind that break in long white lines and sighs back out. Objectively, she knows this. She can see it. She can measure the tameness of it with her eyes.

No one in Navarino could go head-to-head with the Fontana family now. Once everything was settled, Cesare immediately bought a plane ticket to Ressonia, heading straight to the place where I was. By then, I'd already spent over a year in Ressonia. When I first came to this foreign country, I couldn't find a job and had to live off my savings. But I was utterly captivated by Ressonia's snow-capped mountains. I decided to give up looking for work in the city of Damarn. Instead, I built myself a luxurious log cabin halfway up the mountain.

Mike was the type young man I know would suit my crown husband that was why I was always intentional about it. I know it sounded desperate, and uncalled for about my weird actions because we were still in secondary school chasing our dreams and finding a great paths for ourselves. But, I believe love waves, so it could waves to any ages, situation, time, hours, circumstances to feel that feeling and realize something, or someone is yours. I was just blushing as he speak. I felt really alright. My body that was quivering, calmed down as I calmly listen to his magical voice spoke. It was an unimaginable auditory images one could ever get right.

They were dark and beautiful to watch as they surfaced and then dove, only to reappear farther away sometime later. The winds began to increase slightly, and the waves responded by crashing a little heavier on the shore. One precise wave caught Yvayn’s attention. It was larger than the others, which was not that uncommon, but this one seemed strange to him and at a different angle from the others. He had watched waves for so long, over so many seasons that his keen eye knew something about this wave was different. It began to rise and then crest. His eyes caught what appeared to him as faces in the wave near the top. He rubbed his eyes and looked again but he was sure that was what he saw.

The waves crashed gently against the shore, their foam white against the inky sands, creating a mesmerizing contrast that made the scene feel almost unreal. The sound of the waves filled the air, a soothing rhythm that seemed to sync with the beating of her heart. It was as if the ocean itself was breathing, alive with energy and mystery. The sunlight, casting its golden rays upon the water, made it appear as though the sea was shimmering with liquid gold, a sight that left Aria breathless. She stood at the edge of the property, gazing out at the vast expanse of the sea, feeling as though she had stepped into a dream, a dream where anything was possible.