Rising Tide Book Novels & Stories

Maya staggered forward, deeper into the still-sea. The dagger pulsed. The Testament burned. She opened it—and the ink ran upward across the page. > “Fourth Tide: The Windborn Cradle. Breath is life. Breath is fear. You will face the first breath. And if it sees your fear— It will take your voice forever.” --- The cradle rose from the sea. A floating temple made from rotted sails and whale ribs, circling a spiral staircase of wind. Above it, floating in the stillness, a figure.

Loma said, making Aurel want to open her mouth again, but Loma immediately gave a signal that she didn't want to hear anything else from Aurel, making Aurel again have to swallow her curiosity and let Loma leave her room. Aurel then looked at the books in front of him, before finally Aurel was interested in a book entitled sirens, it felt like Aurel had heard about the legend about sirens, mythological creatures that attracted the attention of fishermen and also men in the harbor with their melodious voices. Aurel then opened a leaf from the book this time, he actually brought her a book that she could read, Aurel didn't know how long she was glued to the book called Siren, she seemed intere

The fresh sea breeze brushed against Serena’s face, carrying the scent of salt that seemed to wash away the lingering weight of Jakarta’s pollution and the bitter memories that had long suffocated her. Aboard a luxurious yacht cutting through the deep blue waters of Labuan Bajo, Serena Zea finally felt truly alive. The vessel glided smoothly, leaving a trail of white foam behind it—just like Serena, who had left the ruins of her past far beyond the horizon.

Shut the door and climbed back into the passenger seat. “Let’s go.” He said, banging on the dash. THE END **Thank you for reading Rise of a Queen. I hope you enjoyed the adventure. And is it truly the end?** Find out what happened to King Kellen in the third installment of The Delta’s Daughter. The Gladiator Wolf King – Book 3 will concentrate on Kellen and more of your favorite characters. I hope you will join me on a new adventure. The Gladiator Wolf King - Completed and out now!

If there were mountains, there might just be people. As the day fought and lost to the dark, the little maid noticed the tide rising. What was a sheer drop for the poor children earlier was now just a mere drop. This would make her secret cave uninhabitable during high tide. She made a mental note to learn how often the tide changed. As she sat planning she didn’t notice that she had stopped scrubbing. She was pushed to the floor by another child and scraped her cheek.

“Besides, I don’t want to spend my life serving a pack that never offered me a home. Why should I shred my spirit to lead people who treated me like a ghost?” We walked toward the palace hall, the grand stone arches looming like the mouth of a beast. With every step, the rhythm of my heart grew louder, a frantic drumming against my ribs. By the time we reached the heavy oak doors, the sound was deafening. Music sounded like senseless noise and the smell of celebration suddenly made me feel nauseous. “I can’t wait for us to finally belong somewhere. Good luck, June,” Lia whispered, squeezing my hand before drifting toward the dance floor.

"Naomi, I was blind to be with you! Even if you're the heiress to the Janson Group, I must save Eva first! That's because she's much kinder and humbler than you. She's not like you, constantly living in your fantasies! You disgust me!" Then, he urged Eva onward. "Don't bother with that lunatic. Let's go!" Eva leaned against him and flashed me a victorious smile. She looked at me and mouthed the words silently. "Just die already." As the rope ladder rose higher, the waters were already by my nose. My limbs had been frozen for a long time. I had to tiptoe to barely breath. I was slowly losing my will to live. Perhaps, I was going to die there. I let go of my hand, letting the flood waters take

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?"

I heard Roger finally speak with the crossbow on his hands. “Stop!” Roger warned the man loudly. “Give her to me.” The man’s low voice burrowed into my heart with his scent. Author’s POV Valentine was walking alone along the roadside of the Dead Forest the moonlight reflected on his body, revealing his long cyan hair that fluttered gently with the wind he was on his way back home when suddenly, “Hm…? Humans..” He noticed a group of cargos moving in a row along the bumpy road of the Dead Forest.

The citizens, caught in the fervor of the moment, found solace and strength in their shared commitment to safeguarding their future. Rhesus, standing amidst the fervent assembly, absorbed the energy pulsating from the crowd. He raised his hand, acknowledging the support, and the crowd responded with an uproar of approval. "To the halls of resistance, we march!" Rhesus proclaimed, his voice carrying over the sea of faces. "Let this day be remembered as the birth of our defiance!"