Like A Tidal Wave Novels & Stories

At that moment, his mood was like the calm seas. The breeze blew, and ripples formed on the sea, causing a few waves. James' mood seemed to match the change of the sea. Soon, there was a tsunami happening on the sea. Huge waves about hundreds of meters high swept forward and crashed into the island. However, there was a protective formation around the island. The golden halo blocked out the tsunami and the crashing waves from entering the island. James’ Blood Energy churned just like the violent tsunami. At that moment, he suddenly realized something.

At first, she thought the trestle was falling, granite blocks and steel rails plunging into the channel; then she saw the wave of rolling foam squeeze between the abutments cresting several feet above the canal’s normal height. Then the water was roaring by, the surge splashing over the path. They scurried back. Water washed over their feet. In the current were figures, some flailing as if trying to swim against the hurtling tide, others splayed like starfish upon the foam pinwheeling downstream.

She said as a tributary of tears ran down to the sandy ground through her eyes and down her ears. As the horizon closes: the breeze increased, and wave and current also did. The sea washed the bank, softly climbing towards her feet. The wave echoed, almost like it said a word, the water caressed her legs like to say: 'the water had hands'. The sea now appeared like it began where the cloud drifted, enfolding the hills with thick moisture, the water ran wild dancing like an excited child. The vibration from the waves was like the wild dreams of a prisoner longing for freedom. The wave was so close to her that as they broke, drops of spray ran down her face.

Why not now? With a dark smile, Solas stretched out his hand, his fingers tracing the air as he began to manipulate the moon’s pull on the tides. Slowly, the waters began to churn, roaring in the distance, the waves swelling and crashing with increasing fury. He could feel the power surging through him, spreading far beyond the cave, out into the world. He knew exactly where the waves would strike—along the shores of the village that had abandoned her.

Turbulent dark and angry waves that rise so far up I fear for my life. They crash against each other as they surround me. Threatening me. “Hold it,” Fredja’s voice echoes around me. “Don't let it go.” “It is not a storm,” I cry out.“It is a fucking tsunami.” “Either way. Stand firm. Don't falter. Hold. It is your tsunami, you control it, not the other way around.” I try. I really do. But it's hard when it looks like you are about to be swept away any second.

Eryndor was very passionate to showcase his newly acquired power, ready to sweep away his enemies and see drowned in the deep sea. However, as they arrived, Eryndor raised his arms, and the first tide of the sea surged to unprecedented heights. In an instant, the entire pack of Werewolves was swept away by the massive tidal waves. Nothing was left behind. Eryndor was really surprised to see his very first response and the whole Werewolf Pack swept away in no time.

"Here, I would like you both to read something called 'Surfing the Emotional Wave'." She handed them each a copy of an article with a heading indicating that it had been reprinted from some psychology journal. They each read: "Emotional experiences can feel so overwhelming. So much so that they can make us convinced that they are insurmountable, like a large wave coming over you as you stand in the shallow waters. It turns out that this is a very fitting metaphor for emotional spikes.

Or perhaps other experts from her tribe? Meanwhile, Zephyr's brows furrowed deeply. He hadn't anticipated any interference at such a crucial moment in his plan. What was even more surprising was that someone had the audacity to invade the revered Eternity Palace, risking divine wrath. His hand paused in mid-air momentarily. Zephyr scoffed disdainfully. To him, such an attack posed no threat at all. Boom! Suddenly, energy surged violently from his body. With a flick of his hand, a formidable wave of vital energy erupted like a tsunami, transforming into an unstoppable tidal wave that crashed fiercely toward the approaching bolt of strength.

In the distance, the black sea rose like an unattainable wall built from thin air — a tumbling, dark barricade swelling at the horizon, pressing inward with a suffocating force that seemed to split the sky itself. The wall of black pressure loomed over the boundless ocean, as if the heavens had lifted a corner to reveal their wrath. Just as they caught sight of the enormous wave, a tidal surge slammed into the ship. It swept over the parapet, crashing onto the deck with a ferocity that echoed like thunder.

The energy. The power. My power. It burst open, a tidal wave of cold and light roaring through me. And then— I was no more.