The Tide Between Us Novels & Stories

We leaned into each other under a clearing sky. In the late afternoon, the tide was low. As we waddled through ankle-deep water, laughter filled the salty air every time the cold water hit our toes. Eliot pulled me closer and put his head on my shoulder while waves came and went. He looked up with wind‑tangled hair, his face bright. “Do you ever think… this could just be our life? Peaceful. Wild. Full.” I squeezed his hand, chest heavy with happiness “It has been my dream to live in a place like this with you.”

Selene and Fenric both turned their eyes toward it. Now that they knew there was a traitor in the estate who had freed Zirion and was not necessarily under Vanessa's command, they had to be extra careful. So, Selene stopped the maid who was serving them the food and said, "Get the physician here to examine it." When the physician arrived, she had him test the dishes. Sure enough, it was just as she had expected. The physician reported, "Ms. Wyndham, there is indeed some unusual substance in this food. It's sweet, but there's an unmistakable hint of subtle bitterness. The food is laced with Stingnet Weed, which grows in abundance in Canmir."

Taylor and I are standing on the pebbles that make up Brighton’s ‘beach’, watching the waves crash on the shore as the weak, wintery sun does its best to warm our freezing limbs. When it is clear that the warmth radiating off Taylor is not enough to stop me from shaking with cold, we agree that it is time to head back into town.

"Remember, the Whispering Cove doesn't just challenge your strength but your very essence. Stay true to yourselves." With the eve of the Tidal Moon approaching, the weight of our impending journey grew heavier. But the promise Seraphina and I made to each other, coupled with our determination to protect Meranthia, fueled our resolve. As we stood at the precipice of the unknown, our bond was the beacon that promised to guide us through the darkest depths. The eve of the Tidal Moon arrived with an otherworldly beauty, the ocean glowing with an ethereal light that reflected the celestial dance above. As Seraphina and I stood at the entrance Altair had shown us, the weight of our quest settled o

"Just promise me that if you say no, it won't be because of pride. Okay?" "Okay." Taylor nodded before kissing me on the cheek. I stayed like that for about ten minutes, just letting her hold me, my head resting on her shoulder. Little moments like this were so nice. It was kind of like the ocean. When Taylor and I were, well, you know, it was so easy to let myself submerge into the deepest parts of that place. Now, with her close, it was like I was walking along the shore, just dipping in my toes. Very nice, and it reminded me more was there when I wanted to go out deeper.

“I’ll walk you up.” We meet at the front of the truck, and he falls into step beside me. The night air is cool, quiet, almost peaceful. For the first time in days, I feel like I can breathe. We stop at the bottom of the porch steps. And suddenly the space between us feels charged, not heavy, not overwhelming, just… full. Like something is about to happen. His hand lifts slightly, like he’s about to brush a strand of hair behind my ear again. I lean in without meaning to. He leans in too. We’re inches apart. And then...The front door swings open. My dad stands there, holding a mug of coffee, eyebrows raised. “Lena? You’re home.” I jump back like I’ve been electrocuted. Evan clears his throat

Music drifted through the car—something easy, something that made you want to linger. Her son played tour guide from the back. “Sheep!” Keller answered, not even surprised anymore. “Yeah.” “And more sheep!” “Ireland’s breaking records now.” “And cows!” “That’s it. We’re famous.” Selana laughed again—quieter this time, just content. She caught Keller’s glance in the mirror. He noticed, and somehow, nothing needed to be said. These pockets of silence kept happening, places where they just understood each other. After so much chaos, even peace felt a little strange. Strange and a bit scary.

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

We were no longer visitors, and we were no longer just holding our ground; we were part of the landscape. Silas was inside, the low, steady sound of the coffee grinder acting as a timer for our day. I leaned against the railing, watching the tide begin its slow retreat from the shore. The ocean looked vast and indifferent, yet somehow, it no longer felt like a threat. It felt like a mirror, reflecting the stillness we had finally managed to cultivate within ourselves.

Jenna smiled awkwardly while scratching the back of her head. "Thanks, babe." Delilah winked. "Now we've finally arrived at the hip-hop studio and we'll see you at lunch. Love ya." Delilah blew a kiss then glided away.