Novel & Cerita The Rising Tide

I used Dominic's chest to hide my face. Although I said, I would wait until I'm no longer stressing out with all the problems I'm trying to solve with Yeye's poison and me teaching how to fight ferals. And I will never forget to find the Wishing Tree because Demir will be there. Also, Ingrid and the other queens are eager to witness the ceremony but must be invited to the wedding. "Master," Kaze approaches us and sits. "Nightfall."

I looked up. Over the distant Ferris wheel—its half‑submerged cars still turning in slow, miserable arcs—new words were burning themselves into the low, misty sky. Not HUD‑clean like the bus announcements; these letters dripped, trailing phosphorescent streaks down through the fog as if they’d been written with neon ink. THE TIDE RISES WITH REGRET. THE MORE YOU LINGER, THE DEEPER YOU SINK. “Cool,” Jax muttered. “Love a metaphor that’s also just… literal murder.”

"The storm will come in two hours. The wind will be strong. Shall we go to the bamboo house from before to avoid the rain?" "Will the tide rise?" Stella asked. "The tide is caused by the pull from the sun and the moon. The storm and the waves might be big, but it won't cause the tide to rise. Judging from the situation here, it seems that the trees have never been drowned," Jasper observed.

Something unbreakable. Something ready to rise.

POV: Corin The first warning wasn’t a sound. It was a feeling. A pressure shift in the air beyond Bloodstone’s outer ridge, like the world itself inhaled sharply and forgot how to exhale. Then the horizon turned red. Not fire. Not sunset. Something worse. A moving stain that crawled across the land like spilled blood refusing to settle. “The Red Tide…” someone whispered beside me. I didn’t look away from it. Because if I did, I might miss the exact moment it became real.

THE RISING TIDE The days following their confrontation with Adrian Valente were filled with a growing sense of urgency. Lysander and Kylie’s investigation into the new, mysterious power began to consume their every thought. What Valente had said rang through their minds, a haunting echo that left a lingering dread hanging over them. “There’s a new power rising in the city... forces you can’t even begin to comprehend.”

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.

"We can't, you have to trust me, Serah." "I don't even know if I can." "You can, look at me." His eyes locked on mine, steady despite the chaos. "Breathe with me, one two, one two, don't break!" I tried, my chest loosened enough to match his rhythm for one breath, one heartbeat, I wasn't drowning in fear. I was anchored. The roar grew louder and the boat lurched toward the rapids with hunters' torches bobbed along the banks, their shouts rising. Jethro's name echoed like a curse from their mouth.

Gasps filled the hall. “Where is this?” someone asked. Lena replied calmly, “Latitude 32° north, longitude 118° east. Three years ago, this was a thriving coral reef system with over two hundred species of fish. Now it’s a dead zone.” She paused—then fixed her gaze directly on Ethan Grant. “And the cause was a cargo ship called Sky Titan. Owned by Grant Maritime Group.” The hall exploded. All cameras swung instantly toward Ethan. His hands tightened on the armrests, knuckles turning white.

Alfred mistook my silence for embarrassment and pitifully offered me a glass of red wine. "Nelson, you've got to get out more. Stop obsessing over women all the time. Check this out. This bottle's on the house. Thirty thousand dollars a pop, reserved only for the big shots like us. This one bottle could easily pay your rent for the next few years. Here, try some," he said, handing me a glass.