The Rising Tide Shaara Novels & Stories

No words were needed for understanding each other. As the sun was setting on the west, and the last sunrays of the day bathed the deck of the sailboat, Luke and Sarah embarked on another journey that would take them to unimaginable heights, heights that only two of them together could reach . Nothing else but them existed in this world now. Nothing was important, nothing held enough significance… not even the distant sound of the roaring engine Luke’s ears picked up but never paid enough attention to.

Stepping out of the bedroom quickly, Gordon was determined to get both him and his lycan under control. **** SHARON DREAM; Sharon stood on the top of a cliff overlooking the edge , watching as the tides crushed against the rocky bottom. Their spray misting the air at the base to the delight of the gracious sun who birthed a rainbow in it. Sea birds hovered above the rocks, eyes on the lookout for any unlucky sea creatures the tides brought in, some rested on the rocks and or preened themselves. Sharon smiled then turned to face her mate, her eyes meeting those of the emperor.

I raised my arms, and the shadows of the entire Crimson Desert rose up like a tidal wave, a mile high and ten miles wide. "Then let's see how well your ship swims in the dark."

Ashani was already moving, gathering sacred stones, humming a song older than the town of Terrell. Emily wept—not in grief, but in relief. They had won something important. Not everything. But something. But Clara could still feel the echo in her bones. Ezra. The second Seed. The coast. They had lit a flame in the forest—but the tide had only just begun to rise. ——————————————— The Tide Will Come- A new story waits to be told. Not in the shadow of WildWood. But where the sea meets the drowned altars. And not just by Clara, Emily, or Ashani.

A faint star, beyond the wastes, in the sea cliffs. Lyra’s shard flickered, her voice, my voice, soft but certain. The remnants mentioned it, she said, her eyes distant, like she saw the city’s spires instead of sand. The Tide, they called it, a node not forged but found, where the Veil touches the world’s edge, not chaos but… something else, older, wilder. The shades there aren’t chaos, they’re tides, bound to the trinity, to us. Killian groaned, rubbing his bruised shoulder, his face grim. "Tides, shades, echoes," he muttered, "can’t we just deal with a storm or a bandit crew? I’m done with magical nonsense trying to kill us."

BIANCA'S POV "Why would a lovely damsel like you be heading to a hellhole like Dartmoor Island?" The captain's voice pulled me from my trance. I stood at the edge of the railing, watching the dark waves crash against the hull. The sharp wind struck my ankles. I shivered. "I simply have no other way to go," I whispered. "I don't have options." I tried to keep my voice steady, but the dread was overwhelming. Tears threatened to spill, hot and stinging against the cold sea spray.

But she couldn’t stand by and let Jake fight alone. Closing her eyes‚ she reached deep inside. There it was—a blazing gold flame‚ hot and untamed. She seized it‚ and agony shot through her body as the energy surged outward. “Sharon‚ no!” Zara shouted. “If you lose control—” Too late. A tidal wave of golden light exploded from Sharon‚ ripping across the clearing. The wendigos screamed in unison as they disintegrated into ash. Frost melted from the ground‚ and the air turned eerily calm.

But now, the tides were turning. Rising from her chair, Sharon walked over to the window, looking out at the sprawling estate. It was beautiful, grand, and it would all belong to her and Eva soon enough. A quiet laugh escaped her lips as she whispered to herself, “The West name will crumble, and we’ll be the ones standing on top.” Unbeknownst to them, shadows lurked in the corners of the mansion—secrets and loyalties that could either shatter their plans or ignite the chaos they so desperately sought.

The large towel that had been securely wrapped around the both of us loosened, slipping down into the sand, allowing the chilly sea breeze to brush against my exposed skin. I tangled my fingers in his hair, wrapping my arms around his neck as his strong arms locked securely around my waist. He braced one hand against the sand behind him, and I let out a sharp gasp of surprise when he suddenly surged to his feet, lifting my entire weight effortlessly into his arms. I pulled back slightly, startled by his raw strength, but he wasted no time catching my lips once more.

Chapter 7 The Confrontation Thunderous applause finally erupted. This time, it wasn’t the polite, scattered clapping from earlier— it was real, overwhelming, roaring like a rising tide. Three thousand people clapped at once, the sound crashing toward the stage like waves. Elena Shore stood under the spotlight, looking at the faces below—some excited, some moved—and felt her throat tighten. She lowered her head, took a slow breath, and forced back the sudden urge to cry.