Like A Tidal Wave Novels & Stories

Like the ocean pulling back before a tidal wave. “AYLA, COME BACK… AYLA!” The world around me cracked. Shattered. My body fell through it, flailing, clawing at nothing as the dream shattered around me like glass dropped from the heavens.

And then she let it go. Light erupted—not a beam but a tide. It swallowed the void sphere with a sound like a glass universe shattering, then crushed forward, a solid wall of radiance. Malric threw up both arms, weaving sigils so black they seemed to suck color from the air, but they cracked like sugar under boiling water. The wave hit him.

"My turn." He unleashes a force of water so strong it hurls them into the wall as if the tidal wave itself were seeking vengeance. The swirling water dulls the sound of skulls cracking, but the way the water turns red and the body starts to move freely within, we know they are no longer a threat. They have all been killed.

[Ona] My crew parts like a tide crashing against the shoreline as I move through them with the determined steps of a pirate on a mission for blood. This anger isn’t just hot, it's scalding, burning with so much intensity that I’m struggling to maintain control. As I move across the deck, I can hear the sizzle of each footstep as my inner flame rises to flare along my skin.

If they reach our front line, it’s over. I lift both hands and call on everything inside me. The wave I send this time is larger and thicker than anything I’ve ever conjured before. It’s a tidal wave, ready to take out anyone in its path. I freeze it midair and slam it into the line of Oceanan soldiers rushing toward the eastern flank. It hits hard. Men fall. Ice explodes into mist. For one brief moment, they retreat, but it isn’t enough. A third wave follows, and the Altinnian line starts to break apart. I turn, trying to hold the center with another blast of ice, but I am too slow.

As the oxygen ran out, she suffocated, unable even to make a sound. Lucian’s breathing turned ragged, tears streaming down his face. "Stop… stop talking!" Still, Officer Shaw pressed on, striking deeper. "Do you know what attracted the fish? The victim had just undergone an abortion the day before. She was soaked in cold seawater, bleeding heavily. That’s what drew them in." "Ah—! Ahhh!" Lucian howled, slamming his head against the table. Even though he was quickly restrained, his forehead split open, blood pouring down his face.

Then suddenly, he scooped me up and held me so tightly it felt like I might melt into him. "Yes. Yes, we are," he said in my ear, the laughter he couldn't hide bubbling through his voice. Outside, the city lights stretched out like a glittering galaxy. I used to think my life would just be surviving in this concrete jungle, struggling like a weed and quietly fading away. I never expected that with ten thousand dollars, I could buy a piece of the sea from a dark basement. From then on, my world had tides.

She reached for the water in the bay, her hands moving in a wide, sweeping arc. ​The Pacific responded. A massive wave, thirty feet high and shimmering with emerald bioluminescence, rose from the inlet. It didn't crash; it surged forward like a liquid wall, slamming into the remaining Iron-Clad soldiers and the Apostles, washing them away in a torrent of salt and fury. ​Kael ran. ​He scrambled up the ridge, his boots sliding on the glass-slicked needles. As he reached the threshold of the Old Cabin, the pressure was immense. It felt like walking into a wall of solid sound.

The intense heat collided with the face of the towering black tidal wave. A deafening, earth-shattering hiss screamed through the night as millions of gallons of ocean water were instantly vaporized into a dense, blinding wall of white steam. The pressure was so immense that the five Lycan elders were thrown backward across the wet concrete, their massive, armored forms skidding into the wreckage of the helipad. Through the blinding fog of steam, the silhouette of the massive wall of water began to warp. The celestial light from Clara's belly shot upward like a beacon, piercing through the dark clouds and striking the core of the wave.

He was more than human, and I wanted to give in. “To do this,” he murmured. He brought his hands to my cheeks, and touched his lips to mine. There was a tide within me, drifting in steady, even waves towards the shore. As his rain-wet lips met mine, the sea swelled, rising up into a tidal wave. I turned, and I watched as it engulfed me from the inside out.