The Tide Between Us Novels & Stories

“But I can’t tell of what.” I studied the sea with her. The red shimmer rolled closer to the cliffs, waves too even to be natural. It wasn’t rising yet just waiting, gathering, breathing. “Whatever this is,” I said, “we’ll face it together.” Her gaze flicked to me then, searching my face for something faith, maybe, or the lie of it. She didn’t find either. “You shouldn’t promise that,” she said quietly. “The tide doesn’t wait for vows.” “I don’t make them to the tide.”

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."

Naga finished with a soothing smile. Tide stared up at the sky above him, trying to calm himself from the turmoil and sadness of the last few moments. There was a slight movement in the water next to him followed by a faint whisper. "My Half, why so troubled?" Tide meets his Half's eyes in the waters. "I see you, I feel you and by the Gods, you are making our Lover so restless, look how he tosses and turns." The waters parted as if it were a large curtain being pulled apart to reveal the inside of a magnificent bedroom and lying on a beautiful bed is Alexander, their Alexander. Beads of sweat coat his forehead, a few dripped slowly down the side of his face, his body would quiver ever so oft

He nods toward the wooden structure nearby, his intentions unambiguous. Max's directness is persuasive, and the sight of the high tide beneath the pier seals my decision. It promises an intense makeout session, with the incoming waves adding to the passion. I meet his gaze with a knowing smirk and give a subtle nod of agreement. Our fingers intertwine beneath the water, and Max smirks back as we discreetly break away from the group, heading toward the pier.

The air between us felt charged, thicker than the humid tropical heat. We anchored in the secluded cove. It was a hidden paradise of white sand, crystal-clear water, and jagged rocks that shielded us from the world. No other boats. No people. Just the three of us, the gentle lap of waves, and the distant cry of seabirds. Ryan suggested exploring the tide pools first. As we waded through the shallow water, Jake stayed close, too close. His arm brushed mine as we bent over a small pool teeming with colorful fish.

The clouds were moving faster now. Something was coming. Damien noticed it too. "What's happening?" Marrine didn't answer. "What's happening?" She stepped toward the water. "Go." "Why?" "Damien, go!" The sea began pulling backward. The tide retreated unnaturally. Water rushed away from the beach. Fish flopped helplessly in the exposed sand. Damien stared. "What the hell?" Marrine looked terrified. Not of him. Of the ocean. "It's here." "What is?"

with exaggerated swoons. Then the double doors to the cafeteria slammed open. And Zoe Tran came storming in like a Category Five hurricane. Every head turned. Her eyes scanned the room like a laser beam until she zeroed in on our table. She walked straight up to us—no hesitation, no warning. Dylan blinked. “Oh hey, Zoe—” She cut him off. “Shut up.” Her voice cracked like a whip. Dylan actually flinched. Then she turned on Dylan first. “You think you’re funny, huh?”

Chapter One — The Girl Who Burned Bridges The city never slept, not even when the moon was high and full, casting silvery light over the glittering glass towers of Crescent City. Neon signs buzzed. Taxi horns echoed. Humans hurried down sidewalks with coffee in one hand and stress in the other. Somewhere, music thumped from a club basement. And inside a tiny, too-warm coffee shop tucked between a bookstore and a vape lounge, Riley Hart was pretending not to exist.

I decided to go and spend time on the rooftop, the only place which was peaceful at school for the past few years. I walked up there and stood to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the night view of the city, where the artificial lights illuminated the whole city into a mesmerizing pattern. The ceremony is being held at night. My parents and Brandon will be here when the ceremony starts. Students have to be here earlier, I have no idea why. While I was enjoying the view. I felt someone come and stand beside me. I glanced to the side and saw Tristan. Not saying anything I looked back at the view. There was complete tranquility, only sound was the breeze brushing against our skin sending a shivery

ELI'S POV When Marin pulled the boat free of the tide and dragged it onto that jagged stretch of rock, the moon was a thin sickle hovering behind a veil of clouds. It is already midnight. I could still taste the brine on my tongue, the cold that had gnawed at my ribs the moment the sea tried to claim me. The waves muttered against the cliffs in a rhythm that felt like a summons; each slap of surf against stone was a reminder that the ocean never truly lets go.