Novel & Cerita Rising Tide Book

I thought about the sweat, the betrayal, and her scent that was somehow concealed. A wave of nausea rolled through me, so violent I had to clutch the edge of the mattress to keep from throwing up. It wasn't just heartbreak; it was a deep, visceral revulsion. My wolf paced restlessly inside me, snarling with a desperate voice. By dawn, my head felt like it was filled with lead. I dragged myself to the kitchen to make coffee, my movements mechanical. My phone vibrated on the counter—Elise. "Tell me you've seen the internet," she said, her voice crackling with a mix of triumph and disbelief when I picked up.

“It’s about a woman who comes into an inheritance she doesn’t know what to do with. It’s not sad the way it sounds. I read it in February.” She takes it. Their hands are both on it for one moment, his large tanned copper haired hand covers hers for a moment before she draws hers back. The book is slightly worn, the way a book is when it has been used by many people. “Thank you,” she says. Footsteps, purposeful: Leo appears at the end of the aisle, holding a book with the triumphant expression of someone who has confirmed a theory. He examines Gage and his mother’s concentration on each other. He sense something building between them. “Mom. Atlantic Drift Patterns in Storm Systems. Look at th

***This is Book Six of the Elemental Dragon series. References will be made to events that happened in previous books without being fully explained here. While this book can be read as a standalone, it is recommended that you read the series, starting with The Arena.*** Every time I’m called to rise, I choose a human who is worthy. One whose heart is pure. One who is kind and loving. One who values the lives of others and is willing to give their lives to protect those around them. It has to be a human with these attributes because, while I always rise again, my humans do not.

I crash through the water and take off moving a safe distance from the cliffs, hoping I’m not too far from Lemuel. I see and feel the pull of the currents from under the surface as the tsunami makes its way towards the kingdom. I feel my eyes burn as I pull on the energy inside me and throw my hands out halting the tsunami in its tracks, or at least I thought I had. I can feel the force of the giant wave pushing against me, forcing me to readjust and throw more power into my actions, but still, I feel the fucking thing resisting me.

Slowly, he raised his eyes to the blood-covered little life in his arms and took a deep breath. “RiverPride will rise again,” he whispered. “And this time…over the ashes of GrayCrest.” ___________________ A/N: Hello lovely readers! Welcome to my world. I believe this is the first time you are reading my work. If you enjoy crazy twists and turns, panicky cliffhangers, lots of drama and intricate plots, then you have found the right place. Sit down and buckle up because this story is a rollercoaster full of suspense, steam, humor and a story unlike any other. If you like the story, then don't forget to comment and let me know and do rate the book! It would mean a lot :))

The regular tasks brought a semblance of normalcy and routine, something Katherine desperately needed. While rummaging through the storeroom to pick up more wrapping paper for the flowers, she stumbled upon an old book. The worn-out cover depicted a ship sailing through stormy seas, instantly recognizable to her. It was The Tides Of The Myrtle, the first book in a series she had been obsessed with as a teenager. The faded pages and creased spine spoke of the many times it had been read and cherished. This was the book cemented Castiel and her relationship, they became friends because of the mutual love for the series which told the story of a banished prince sailing the world to reclaim his

BIANCA'S POV "Why would a lovely damsel like you be heading to a hellhole like Dartmoor Island?" The captain's voice pulled me from my trance. I stood at the edge of the railing, watching the dark waves crash against the hull. The sharp wind struck my ankles. I shivered. "I simply have no other way to go," I whispered. "I don't have options." I tried to keep my voice steady, but the dread was overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill, hot and stinging against the cold sea spray.

"Time is money for us. You know what happens when you cross me." Alfred's face flushed a deep crimson. He knew all too well the dire consequences. The last guy who crossed Carol had his life turned upside down in no time, living a life even a beggar would pity. However, to dig through trash in front of me was a line he could not cross. At that moment, a sharp voice echoed from around the corner. "What in the world are you doing?" Alfred latched onto the voice like a drowning man to a lifeline. "Jen, help me out here! They're throwing their weight around, making me dig through the trash!"

"I am the book." He kissed Cale’s freezing forehead. "Now warm up. That's an order." They lay there in the dark library, wrapped in stolen velvet, while the house settled around them. The water had stopped rising. The door held. But Elion knew the truth. The tide wasn't gone. It was just waiting for the next high water mark. And Cale... Cale was running on fumes. Anomaly 90: The Flood. Fact: The house tried to drown us.

He just let her guide him in. For days, he drifted like this, lost and listless, seemingly having collapsed mentally. He locked himself in the master bedroom that had once belonged to him and me. He slumped at the edge of the bed and stared out at the sea. More than once, when Christine looked away for a second, Grote bolted straight for the shore, as if he'd suddenly lost his mind. He threw himself into the water, shouting my name and fumbling wildly through the ice-cold waves.