The Rising Tide Novels & Stories

Would she blend in? The lights ahead indicated shop windows, and Miro let out a rough breath. She squeezed the money pouch in her hand, intent on purchasing the right clothes to blend in. Miro passed a window with a large display of wooden boards. She recognized those—humans used them to ride the waves—as if that contraption made them feel like part of the ocean. Miro snorted in disgust. She hated the species. All they did was dump their waste in her seas, not caring about other living creatures. Over-fishing and raping the waters. That was the human way.

“Miss Thompson, you’d better watch your tongue. “I promised you to put the people down. Did I go back on my words? “Didn’t I put them down now? “But I didn’t promise to let them go immediately, right? “Actually, you should know very well. These people have broken into my territory and wanted to mess around. Why would I easily let them go? “Couldn’t you come to your senses a bit?” Teresa was trembling with anger. “B*stard, Denver, you are a b*stard!” Denver smiled lightly and said, “Babe, scold me. The louder you scold me, the more excited I’ll get! “Oh right, let me tell you something. “It happens to be the time of high tide now. It is estimated that the tide will rise and completely submerg

Knowing something is gone but not quite remembering what. *Do you regret it?* *No. We're still us. Just... lighter, somehow.* I understand what he means. And as we emerge from the Tide Court's territory and see the Sunken Temple rising from the marsh ahead—a massive structure half-collapsed into murky water, covered in vines and glowing with faint bioluminescence—I feel ready. Ready to face the trials. Ready to claim the truth. Ready for whatever comes next. The dark moon rises tomorrow. And we're going to survive this.

CHAPTER TWENTY — TIDES AND TESTIMONIES The last day of their seaside escape greeted them with a sky washed clean after night rain, pale blue and brushed with thin streaks of silvered clouds. The ocean was lively today—higher tides, bolder waves, a song a little wilder than the lullabies it sang the nights before. Yara stepped onto the porch first, tugging her fleece tighter against her arms. “The sea is in a mood,” she said.

*Thorn* The sun rises with a golden hue, spilling warmth over the bustling city of Catrista as I stand in front of the grand mirror in my room. Today is the day… the day I marry Teyla. My heart races with a mix of excitement and disbelief that this moment has finally arrived. The air is thick with the scent of fresh flowers, and the sound of laughter and chatter drifts through the open windows, a symphony of joy that echoes the happiness in my heart.

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.

“So how have you been, are you married, and your kiddos, how are they?” “My kids have gone off to college, my husband is inside reading the paper, watching the waves from the window as he usually does.” Azalea responds. Pearl nudges Melody’s grey sneaker and clamps her little jaw on the top, threatening to sink her sharp teeth into them. Melody quickly scoops her up in her arms, gazing at the deep dark blue and neon carrot horizon. The peachy golden sun, rising a little. Another sandy breeze, flutters Melody’s hair, another reviving breath of the salty sea mist, loosening her lungs, lifting her mood, refreshing her mind.

I steadied myself by leaning against the door frame and slowly crouching. The uncle said, "What's with the act? It was just one minor touch, and you're already falling?" Some clients heard the commotion and came walking out, but they hesitated when they saw what was happening, and they returned to safety in the office. Tania's voice was trembling. "The police will be here soon if you refuse to leave."

By the third day it had become something that moved — a current running along the inside of my bones, gathering at my sternum, patient and directional. On the fourth night, the current became a tide. There's a real difference between those two things. A current is movement through a space. A tide is the whole body of water deciding to go somewhere. I know the distinction because I grew up near enough to water to have felt both, and what I felt on the fourth night wasn't the current anymore. It was the full weight of something pressing outward at every surface I had from the inside — steadily, without hurry, with the absolute certainty of something that has enough of itself to do what it inte

Santiago is at a loss for what to do to keep his daughters and grandchildren warm, he did everything he could to further beach the yacht in the sand and ordered the anchor to be dropped and the boat to be tied to the nearest rocks and trees. "Boss, the tide is still rising, I think it's a hurricane." "You guys make sure the ropes stay tight as the tide rises." He orders very worried when he sees the height of the waves. "Yes, sir." His second replied, going to carry out the order.