Rumbling Waters Novels & Stories

It was the least I deserved after an erratic day full of up and down, a roller coaster of emotions. I was soon ripped of the benefits of a sweet slumber by a terrible dream. In my dream, I am in a small boat in rough waters. It is a dark night, with a full moon, dark clouds filling the horizon. I am sitting in a small wooden boat in the ocean or large lake. I cannot see land in any direction. The waters are rough, with large waves rocking the boat. The waves are so rough they are causing water is spray into my face. I am afraid that the boat will tip over and I will drown. I hold on to the sides with both hands. Suddenly up ahead I can see large rocks in the water, large waves crashing again

A low growl starts in the distance, a sound that rolls and vibrates in my chest, adding to my nervousness. I moved closer to the window and glanced up at the sky. The sky is now bruised with dark, angry clouds that seem to be churning and roiling. It's like a jagged flash of tears through the gloom, momentarily painting the world in a stark white light. The crack of thunder comes a heartbeat later, a deafening boom that makes me grip tightly to the window. The low rumble intensifies, creating a continuous tremor that fills the air. It's like the world itself is vibrating—a deep, primal sound that sends shivers down my spine. Another flash splits the sky, closer this time, followed by a thund

Her heart was still racing. She had been dreaming again. It had started with water. It always did. This time, the ocean stretched endlessly in every direction, thick and dark, its surface broken only by bodies. Wolves. Dozens of them. Hundreds. Some wore armor. Some wore nothing at all. They sank slowly, eyes open, mouths moving as if trying to speak. Moonlight poured down from above, sharp and merciless, pinning them in place. They did not struggle. They drowned quietly. Then a voice cut through the water.

With her eyes shut, she channeled the waters towards the forest and the kingdom, aiming to douse the spreading flames and save her people. The sound of rushing water caught everyone's attention amidst the chaos of battle. Warriors on both sides paused to locate the source of the unexpected noise. From the forest emerged torrents of water, surging towards them with formidable force. The sight struck fear into the hearts of Kade's warriors, who scrambled to evade the deluge. In contrast, Ragnar's fighters stood their ground, attempting to resist the onslaught. Mira battled against the elements, directing the water to both extinguish the fires and defend against attacks. The power she wielded w

My rage. My fear of being left behind. The wind responded to my scream, spinning faster, pulling the water into a fierce spiral. From the churning storm I created a whirlpool that surged outward, the current twisting with brutal force. Cancer stumbled sideways, its balance slipping as the waves crashed against its shell. My localized hurricane grew, lashing the surface and drawing the moonlight into the vortex. The water glowed white-blue, reflecting my fury. The wind howled like it carried all the things I had never said aloud.

A profound, thunderous murmur filled the air, vibrating through his bones. Ethan began to run instinctively, his intuition shouting that whatever was causing the tremors was nothing he needed not to confront. He sprinted over the smashed scene, evading flotsam and jetsam and maintaining a strategic distance from the expanding chasms that had opened up within the earth. The murmur developed louder, more unyielding, until it got to be a stunning thunder.

T My heart races, but I refuse to let fear grip me. I remember Lumina's words—water can be both serene and fierce. Drawing strength from the element that surrounds me, I lock eyes with the leviathan, meeting its gaze with unwavering determination. The leviathan circles us, testing our resolve. Its powerful tail swishes gracefully, creating swirling currents that threaten to push us off course. But me and Jericho hold our ground, synchronizing our movements to match the rhythm of the leviathan's graceful dance. We mirror its motions, moving in perfect harmony with the magnificent creature.

I dove deep into the water and stood still for a moment, feeling every molecule of the river water. I could hear the roars outside the water getting louder, which made me wonder what Atti was doing, but I tried to keep my mind on what I was doing. I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to use my power to bring the water molecules together. It was hard work, and my lungs felt like they were going to burst. Then, a tornado of waves came up from the water. I climbed over it and looked at the monster. It was violently shaking its head, and I could see Atti clinging to its scales with all her might.

The surface rippled and churned, swallowing him whole. Caleb stood transfixed, his breath caught in his throat. His eyes gleamed with a twisted fascination, reflecting the unnatural glow emanating from the depths. He took several cautious steps backward, his heart pounding rapidly with a mixture of terror and exhilaration. Now, all he could do was wait. The silence that followed was suffocating. The cave seemed to hold its breath alongside him. Then the water began to tremble. At first, it was subtle, a gentle vibration that spread across the surface like a whisper. But within moments, the trembling grew stronger, more violent.

Falling into a rhythm, the pain subsided and was replaced by pleasure. Ethan hadn't done this in a while, so it went straight to his head, and he heard Echo growling loudly. He welcomed his wolf and flipped their position gently. He grabbed onto the bed with his strong hands and used his hands to move his body back and forth. He started pumping like a beast. Meadow felt the pressure of her orgasm building up, and she welcomed it as he pumped deeper, filling her up. Noticing she was at the edge, he looked at her.