Olympia Tides Table Novels & Stories

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute." Olympus was a surprising bustle of activities especially for that time of the morning when Megan stepped out of the elevator. 5:30, she looked at her watch and confirmed, very surprised. She had actually thought it was much later with the amount of people already at their posts going about their duties in the building. Perhaps they never left, she reasoned and found herself in awe again of the environment she was in. Whatever Olympus was at its core, its employees took it very seriously.

Sure enough, he saw the blue fog outside recede like a tide, withdrawing all at once. The entire Wraith Graveyard fell silent once more. Andrew asked, "How often does this tide appear?" Rosemary replied flatly, "So, you're not completely stupid. At least you're asking the important questions. Fine, I might as well tell you. The Cerulean Tide appears roughly every three hours, but it doesn't happen every day. I haven't figured out the pattern yet." Andrew ignored the veiled insult in her words and continued, "How long have you been inside here?"

His presence had become as familiar as my own pulse. “The scouts report the ocean is behaving strangely,” he said quietly. That made me face him. “The ocean?” He nodded once, jaw tight. “Tides surged nearly a mile inland along the western cliffs. Then retreated without a pattern. Fishing villages are evacuating.” The ocean obeyed the Moon. Always. If tides were misbehaving… My gaze lifted slowly toward the sky. My breath caught. The Moon was dark. Not eclipsed naturally. No drifting shadow. No gathering clouds. Its light was simply… gone.

“we went to the river. But we did not play in the deep.” Hearing this suddenly Dylan thought of something... “deep.... deep waters...” “alpha king, I’m being very serious we need to get to work. We have so much piled up. You can’t afford to take months of break,” Dylan just stood there, frozen. “Low tide and high tide.. do you think it affects the whirlpool?..” “What tide? What are you talking about?” “There is this thing... during full moons the tide is high and what about during no moon days? What then? Do you think the tides will be low?”

"The founding ground is stable! The ocean is pinned! I fixed the math!" "You fixed the planet," Elias agreed, his voice a hollow whisper. "You built a permanent, invisible wall of gravity across the ocean to stop the Tide. You turned the entire human continent into a kinetic sink." Elias reached out and gripped my shoulder. His hand was freezing. "Jace, what controls the tides?" Elias asked. The question hit me like a physical blow. The breath vanished from my lungs. The math—the terrifying, catastrophic math of orbital mechanics—instantly snapped into place in my mind.

She didn’t pull away this time, and I found myself gripping her fingers a little tighter than necessary. The water was cool against my skin as we stepped in, the waves lapping gently at our ankles. Vera hesitated when it reached her knees, her gaze darting around nervously. “You’re fine,” I said softly, squeezing her hand. “I’ve got you.” Her eyes met mine, and for a moment, the rest of the world faded away. She nodded, taking a deep breath before stepping deeper into the water. We stopped when it reached her waist, and I turned to face her. “Alright, first rule of swimming—relax. If you panic, you’ll sink.”

She hadn’t said much today…just stayed close, shoulder occasionally brushing Ophelia’s, testing the space between mother and daughter. “You really want it this small?” Elara asked quietly. Ophelia smiled…soft, certain. “I spent twenty years performing for cameras. For Lucien. For the board. This time I want quiet. Real. Just the people who matter.” Elara nodded. Marcus jogged up from the water’s edge, shirt sleeves rolled, hair damp from the spray. He carried two folding chairs under one arm. “Chase says the tide’s perfect at sunset,” he called. “Three days from now. 6:47 p.m. He’s already timed it.”

If she wants to go skinny dipping, I’m not going to stop her. She transforms back into Lewana and is gorgeously naked. Her soft white skin looks like silk and still shimmering in moonlight. I shift back to pull her into my arms as I kiss her. “Did you want to go swimming, Moonlight”. She smiles at me. “Not exactly. Do you know what the tidal force is”. I look at her puzzled. “No”. “The tidal force is what causes high and low tide. It's caused by the gravitational pull from the moon”