The Rising Tide Shaara Novels & Stories

Charlotte’s POV I could not believe that Jack was paying for my tattoos with a blood Harley. I know nothing about bikes, but from the way that Reece looked like he was about to cry I was guessing it was a good one. I tried to hold my breath as Jack lifted me into the car. His hand went to my arse again and I had to hold in my moan. What the hell was this man trying to do to me. Once we were all in the car Jacks phone pinged. I was so used to his phone always going off that I did not think anything off it until he started to curse.

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.

“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.

Aria knelt and pressed her hand to the wet sand. The sand was warm. Kael found her there ten minutes later. “You shouldn’t be alone.” Aria stood, brushing sand from her knees. “It’s not here to hurt us.” Kael frowned. “How do you know?” Aria looked out at the still water. “Because it’s waiting for me to ask.” --- At dawn, the sea moved. Not a wave. Not a tide. The water rose in a slow, deliberate column, ten feet high, and shaped itself into a figure.

Out of nowhere, a bone arrow sliced through the air and struck his chest with a sharp hiss. The arrow, upon contact with Jim's blood, glowed a sinister red. His face contorted in pain, and suddenly, his grip failed him as he plummeted from the sky. I dashed forward, my heart racing, and leaped to cover Jim with my body. The Haunts erupted into mocking laughter. "Jim, we've taken apart the bones of the mortal who wanted you dead and crafted them into these arrows. Take one more step and we'll pin you down in front of your own troops!"

"Then we find him. And we end what our ancestors could not." Tiara turned to him, her expression fierce but sad. "You do not understand, Edwin. You cannot kill a shadow. You can only outshine it." --- As night fell, the moon rose full and unyielding. From the north, storm clouds gathered, thick, dark, unnatural. The winds carried whispers, voices not human, nor wolf. Tiara felt it before anyone else, the shift in the air, the tremor beneath her skin. She stepped outside her tent, her eyes glowing faintly.

"Should we ask the manager to let that waitress go?" I chuckled and shook my head. "We're almost there. You know, going from high life to low is no easy feat. These days, even without my meddling, she's not exactly living the dream." "It's all in your hands. We're up soon, let's head out." Carol smoothed out my collar and clasped my hand, guiding me up to the stage, one step at a time. The spotlight hit us, and I stood there, cool and collected. The audience was a sea of professionals, and right by my side was Carol, the only one I could see.

Safe to say, it was banging. As soon as they arrived, Liam dragged them to the bar to get a couple of shots. He tapped on the bar and gave a signal to the bartender. She nodded and quickly prepared drinks for them both. Ariana noticed that while hers looked normal, his had a somewhat ethereal glow to it that one could only notice when they were very close to it. Liam saw her look of curiosity and explained. “It’s a special tincture” he said with a grin “Strong enough to make even the most powerful werewolves drunk”

His body was hidden behind the bed sheets as he drags her backwards onto her ass where he strangles her for a while, finally after a moment his other hand snakes through the sheet and it slowly runs a large blade through her throat, the white sheet soaks up the blood as it spills from her throat, her eyes glaze over as death takes her and she drops to the ground in a heap __ The vision ends as baylee pulls away from me while she gets of her chair and she walks outside in a daze, i move quickly wiping the tears from my eyes, drake wasn't far behind making sure the place was clear of kids Baylee walks straight through the sheets that were still blowing through the wind, i follow her in, it was

Cody glared at the two men who were shivering as if they dove in ice water, and crawled out to find they were facing Hurricane strength winds in the middle of winter. "You son of a bitch! My father is Bart Alkavi! You're both fucking dead." "Ooooh, I know Bart.... Would you like me to throw you in my trunk, drive over to his office, throw you in the road and hit you again?" "Huh?" Roger muttered.