Rising Tide Book Novels & Stories

Ashani was already moving, gathering sacred stones, humming a song older than the town of Terrell. Emily wept—not in grief, but in relief. They had won something important. Not everything. But something. But Clara could still feel the echo in her bones. Ezra. The second Seed. The coast. They had lit a flame in the forest—but the tide had only just begun to rise. ——————————————— The Tide Will Come- A new story waits to be told. Not in the shadow of WildWood. But where the sea meets the drowned altars. And not just by Clara, Emily, or Ashani.

The fire rose into the night sky. Rain hissed against it. Powerless. Useless. Too late. Edward stared. Unable to move. Unable to breathe. Unable to accept what he was seeing. Violet was gone. His wife. His first love. His best friend. Gone. A sound escaped him. Raw. Animal. Broken. The sound of a man losing everything. ⸻ The investigation lasted months. The crash wasn’t an accident. The threats had been real. The attack had been meant for him.

But he doesn’t understand… He doesn’t understand that if I don’t get Jess back, I’m never leaving Silver Valley. When I finally reach Tommy’s suite, I roughly pull off my jacket. Tommy is out with Gideon, so the silence of the dark, empty suite presses in on me until I notice a sudden movement on the bed. I freeze in shock. There, in the center of the king–sized bed, lay Rosie, draped in a seductive black lace slip dress, her body curvaceous and alluring.

Alas, both of them ended up in a tragic car crash that took their lives. Since then, Valerie had been traumatized by both the rain and cars. She dared not learn how to drive as well. Every time she needed to get somewhere, she'd flag down a taxi. Unfortunately, there were always places where rides were difficult to flag down. Things changed when Valerie met Christopher. Whenever she wanted to go somewhere, he'd always show up with his car right on time. His presence became the most reassuring safety net for her. Valerie stood at the clubhouse's main entrance while spacing out. She remained like that until she heard a car beeping at her from a short distance away.

The pain of her losses was still fresh, but the promise of a brighter future was undeniable. As they arrived at the beach, Abigail felt a sense of freedom and joy wash over her. The waves lapped at the shore, a soothing rhythm that seemed to whisper words of hope and renewal. She glanced at her companions, at Liya, Whizz, Simon, and her children, and couldn't help but smile.

Getting off his horse right in front of the gate, Kai threw the reins to the servant, who rushed out into the stormy weather with an umbrella. Rejecting the umbrella, which didn't help him much right now, Kai swam up the steps. Mrs. Trend had shut the door tightly to keep out the rumble of the storm, her eyes widening at the sight of him. Then Torcia appeared, pretty and dry in a dark gray dress, her hair shining like silver in the light.

Instantly it ends up being perfect, incredible on a major level. The sun had risen ever brighter, the splendid most elevated marks of trees. It starts to consume. The straightforwardness of another mid-year morning begins to move into daytime heat. I reluctantly got out of bed and strode into the bathroom. All the walls are painted a light shade of blue, with bubbles, fish, and seaweed wall paper stickers. Even the towels hung up on the towel wrack by the shower are green, like the color of seaweed.

They can't keep their hands off eachother. As his band gets recognition and everything starts to turn around for them, Faris finds himself caught in a controversy one that could ruin his career and his dream. The band faces backlashes and is on the edge of breaking and on the other hand everything turns upside down in his fairytale love story.

Kiyomi’s fingers closed around Hayate’s. His jaw shifted. “No.” Grandmother looked at me. “If the ocean remains still until dawn, every tide bound soul will disappear.” My echoes. Astraya. Azure Tide. Possibly me. The glass device shouted again. A new voice cut through the rest. “Storm systems collapsing over three continents.” “Air temperatures are rising along the equator.” “Emergency councils request contact with Silvercrest.” “Someone tell us what the Tide Queen has done.” The words landed across the avenue.

All her life Daphne had always been a city girl she was born, raised, and would probably die in the city. Any times she previously took a drive outside the city, was usually in the day time or she had slept. So the view that lay in front of her struck her down to the core. When the elevator came to a stop the doors had opened revealing a rooftop garden like nothing she had ever seen. A river stretched across the rooftop, on one side there was a pool that looked similar to a tropical beach. Beautiful assortment of flower filled the grassy area with the occasional tree underneath the largest one was a small clearing and a bench. flowing out from the elevator a stone path that connected to a sm