The Rising Tide Novels & Stories

Every time she thought about the night of the storm, she felt her heartbeat stumble. “What are we doing today?” she asked to change the topic. Nyra pointed toward the deep waters. “You’ll learn to summon the tides deliberately. Not by accident. Not by emotion. By intention.” Elise stiffened. “Last time I tried that, you were almost swept off the rocks.” Nyra snorted. “Please. I’ve survived worse than a tantrum from a half-trained Moonbreather.” “That wasn’t a tantrum.” “You were angry. And anger is a tide, Elise. It rises fast if you don’t anchor it.”

It was as if the sea was leaving a breadcrumb trail to lead them to safety. The stream worsened as they climbed. The water grew to a swell around her ankles, building as the sea rose and fell with the tide. Its strength was steadily growing, enough to feel its downwards flow tugging at her balance. They needed to be quick. The longer the tide had to climb, the more water would rush in. If they had to fight a strong current, they might not be able to use the window to escape, the force of the sea blocking them. The stock room was only a couple of floors above their position but as they drew closer to the room Michael entered through, Maddie called out with a curt whisper. “Wait.”

"Yeah, Mommy, come and have a look. It's a lot." Han Yingying looked at the crack in the reef. There were indeed many shells. Little Nomi stood on the reef and waved excitedly at Monique, asking her to come over with Frank in her arms. Henry told Little Nomi to stand properly before returning to receive little Frank from Monique. Monique also climbed up the reef in the end. "In about an hour and a half, the tide will rise. If you see the shells you like, pick them up quickly. We have to leave here before the tide rises."

Having lived this life once before, how could I not prepare an escape route for myself? Before any of this even began, I already arranged for someone to collect evidence of every one of Cole's illegal operations. Seeing the situation turn against them, Serena snapped, "Destroy those documents immediately, or I'll fire you on the spot!" That only made me laugh harder. "Perfect. That's exactly what I want." At the summit earlier, I already received offers from several top hedge funds–each offering three times my current salary. I pulled a document out of my drawer and tossed it onto Serena's desk.

BOOK FOUR: THE ABYSSAL TIDE (Jace’s Perspective) You cannot negotiate with the ocean. The ocean does not have a heartbeat; it has a tide. And for the first time in a century, the tide was listening to the earth. I stood at the very edge of the massive, stone-paved docks of the Aethelgard harbor. The air was thick with the smell of salt brine, raw kelp, and the sharp, metallic tang of hot slag.

"Abort the atmospheric breach! Divert all power to the Hydro-Shields! The pressure-spike isn't coming from the vacuum; it’s coming from the shelf!" The Rising of the Sunken Suite At the edge of the Port Trinity pier—the place where Clara had once stood to face the Golden Messenger—the water began to recede. It was a localized tsunami in reverse. The ocean was being pulled toward a central point a mile offshore. And then, the Consensus Citadel broke the surface.

Kaden inquired, looking up at her. “The tide-hold is where they keep captives they don’t want to kill yet. It’s underground but built into the cliff face, and part of it floods at high tide. If we wait until the tide pulls back, we can slip in before it fills again,” “That gives us… maybe forty minutes before the water rises,” “Thirty-five if the moon pulls hard tonight,” She cocked her head. Kaden smirked a bit, despite the tension, “You always have to make it sound worse, don’t you?”

What did those hybrids do to me? “Breathe Emmi,” Dr. Everett says. He’s suddenly in front of me and I feel the soothing calm that must come from being mated to a water dragon. “Breathe with me,” he says softly and it’s like I can hear the ocean in my ears, gently washing against the shore, calming me as I try to catch my breath. The feeling suddenly intensifies, and I smell the salty sea air and coconut trees. I open my eyes and see Kaylani smiling down at me.

awakened. Rythe clenched his teeth and sat up along the wall. "Then why hasn't she arrived yet?" Eshra glanced at the slice of blue that revealed itself through the rusty grates high above. "Because she waits," she replied to him. "She waits until the tide changes. And it is changing." The ground shook. There was a distant rumble in the pit—distant, but not natural. It wasn't plague. It was older. As if the bones of the Citadel were shifting their alignment.

Rising. Always.