The Rising Tide Shaara Novels & Stories

The fresh sea breeze brushed against Serena’s face, carrying the scent of salt that seemed to wash away the lingering weight of Jakarta’s pollution and the bitter memories that had long suffocated her. Aboard a luxurious yacht cutting through the deep blue waters of Labuan Bajo, Serena Zea finally felt truly alive. The vessel glided smoothly, leaving a trail of white foam behind it—just like Serena, who had left the ruins of her past far beyond the horizon.

gravity. "Babe, I'm so sorry, but I have to head out for a bit," he said, checking his watch. He sounded rushed, his breathing slightly shallow. "The Shadow Fang project... It's such a massive project. They are demanding proof of funds, and compared to the others on the shortlist, our liquidity is looking a bit thin. I have to meet someone who can help us with some bridge financing." "You found someone to back us that quickly?" I asked, tilting my head.

The third said: we are coming to Ironmoor ourselves, which is a thing we have not done in six hundred years, because the design you carry has reached a configuration we did not believe possible, and we wish to see it directly rather than through reports or channels or the echoes of an accumulated memory that was never meant to be a listener. The fourth sentence said: " We will arrive when the fourth moon rises tonight. Please do not try to prepare a defence. We are not coming to fight you. We have been watching long enough to know that fighting you directly has never worked, and we have no interest in repeating the mistakes of every predecessor who tried. I read it a fourth time. Then I sent

"Take me to her! Take me to her!" The car sped all the way to the shore. On the beach, a human-shaped figure lay beneath a white sheet. Supported by his assistant, Lucian stumbled out of the car. He took a few steps forward, staring at the sheet, and could go no further. He turned to Damon. "That’s not Iris, right? She’s just angry at me and had someone lie there to trick me, right?" Damon said nothing. He lifted the sheet, revealing my face. Perhaps because the seawater had been so cold, even after soaking for so long, my face hadn’t swollen and only turned an unnatural color.

"Rhea, run! It’s not a transfer anymore... it’s an explosion!" The shadow-wave towered over them, blocking out the light of the rift. It let out a roar that shook the glacier to its roots, its form flickering between the baby Rhea had feared and the monster the world expected. As the Soul-Sunder shattered in Micah’s chest, the tidal wave of shadow collapsed downward—not toward Micah, and not toward Rhea, but toward the staircase where Ash was standing, his grey, emotionless eyes watching the descent of the god he was born to kill.

Aligned. “You built this on stolen blood,” I said, voice steady despite the chaos. “It ends tonight.” Mikhail smiled faintly. “You mistake evolution for theft.” Duncan lifted his hand. The sky answered. Lightning split downward in blinding forks, striking the earth around Mikhail. The ground exploded upward as Julian’s power surged through the battlefield, trapping hybrid ranks in jagged stone. Cora’s water ripped from the air, forming a sweeping wall that drove the enemy back. Gideon stepped forward, and the air ignited.

my brother whispered, his voice tight with worry, "Lisa just had her kidney removed... are we really going to release the soulbloom spores during the next full moon?" Soulbloom. That’s what they called the vision-sharing herbs. Tiny, silver-dusted flowers that only bloomed under the full moon and released spores capable of connecting minds. For one night, whoever inhaled them could see another's memories—feel what they felt, live what they lived. There was a long silence. Then my mother's voice, choked with fake sorrow: "We have to. Lisa was supposed to mate with Alpha Kain. Her reputation has to be destroyed—only then will he accept Xina."

It’s something older, something that’s been watching me from the moment I stepped into Gatlin Hollow. The water begins to churn, as if something is rising from the depths. I can feel it in my bones, this unnatural cold, this force that pushes against me. I gasp as something dark and heavy breaks through the surface. It’s a shape—an outline, shifting in and out of focus. A figure, almost human but not quite. Its face is a blur, as if it’s struggling to form, like it’s not meant to be seen.

I say, taking her face in my hands. “He’s gone,” she weeps. “What can I do?” Tana asks, flying in and shifting quickly. “Check Ishir,” I tell her quickly, nodding to where he is lying lifeless. Tana looks at my mother and races to Ishir. “He’s alive, Cal. Where’s Everett?” she yells. “He’s here, working on Eliane and trying to save their baby,” Merethyl yells back. Everywhere around us there is pain and suffering, crying and wailing.

the old woman said. “A price?” “The haze is what your people call it. Can’t you feel it?” she asked. I didnt know what she meant. I tried to assess myself through the turmoil in my veins, beyond the blood that seemed to boil along with the swamp in my mindscapes that churned and steamed. My icy darkness weaved around it all as threads of myself knitted together slowly around new facets of my being. Beneath it all was an endless throb deep in my core. My need for them seemed like an endless sea crashing with the hurricane of everything else around it.