The Wave Novels & Stories

Swoosh! From the ranks of the Wild Wave warriors, a towering figure emerged, standing well over 1.8 meters tall, each hand wielding a razor-sharp battle axe. The sea roared beneath him, his presence commanding and fierce. He was none other than the leader of the Wild Wave warriors, the formidable Wild Wave Lord of War himself! Those two titans, each over sixty but with the vigor of men in their prime, stood upon the ocean, their domains of power unfurling around them.

Jim was blasted out of his wheelchair by the powerful backlash of the collision, whereas Ren took a few steps back and spat a large mouthful of blood. Once again, the winner was unable to be determined. God Valley’s sky was suddenly shrouded in a layer of golden light. The island began to shake violently after that. “What’s going on?” The ship where Tyr and his peers were present also began to shake uncontrollably. A seven-meter-high wave surged from the ocean as if there was an earthquake.

The sea stretched out dark and restless under the twilight sky, waves crashing against the shore with low, angry roars. I spun around, eyes wild. “Zara!” No answer. The beach was empty. But the drag marks continued straight to the water’s edge and disappeared into the wet sand where the tide was coming in. My chest tightened. I staggered forward, scanning the dark water desperately. The waves rolled in, black and merciless. Then, just as my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw it. A flash of white fabric, billowing under the surface like a ghost, sinking slowly before disappearing beneath a breaking wave

It moved in unstable patterns, rising and collapsing without rhythm, as if the entire body of water had lost control of itself. Aurelian’s gaze sharpened. “This is not natural.” “No,” Kaelith agreed. “That much is obvious.” A massive wave rose beneath them without warning, towering high before crashing down with explosive force. The sound echoed across the ocean, followed by another surge, and another. Like breathing. Slow. Violent. Alive. Kaelith folded his arms, staring downward. “…we’re not here for the couple anymore, are we?” Aurelian did not answer.

I bit my lip until it bled, and I let a single drop of my real, physical blood fall onto the Seed. **[THIS IS NOT A SIMULATION.]** The words didn't appear on a screen. They appeared in the air, written in a violet fire that consumed the plastic flowers and the silk trees. The Seed didn't grow a tree. It grew a **Wave**. A massive pulse of violet energy erupted from the floor, shattering the glass walls of the Apex. It shot up into the sky, hitting the Orbital Editor before it could fire. The silver ring didn't explode; it **Dissolved**. The metal turned into a shower of white blossoms that drifted down toward the wasteland.

-RAINA’S POV- “My prayer is that our moon goddess will help us to grieve in waves. In this mournful period, it feels like the grief is crashing on us like an avalanche, but once we support each other and can be there for each other, the rapid flow of cold despair can melt into gentle healing waves that touch our souls. Soothing, warm waves that will heal us as we face each day together and get through it.” I managed to get through without weeping with as much as I could muster, despite the tightness in my stomach.

I turned, and despite her warning, I indeed began to panic. There was a wave at my back, frozen in time though the water within it continued to churn eagerly. It wasn’t a tsunami by any means, but it did reach a solid foot above my head. It was enough to reach the crowd that had gathered on the sand. Enough to flood several towels, umbrellas, and picnic set ups. Nova, sensing my instability, raised her hands in a placating gesture. “Hold onto it! You’re in control, remember?” The wave trembled, releasing a sound much like a roar. If the ocean could speak, I had a feeling this particular wave would’ve been laughing at me.

The storm that night was terrifying for everyone out at sea, including Theodor and his dad, Carl. "Pull up the nets! Don't let the waves cut them loose and take the fish we've caught tonight! Secure the anchor and use all your strength!" Carl yelled amid the rain and flashes of lightning, accompanied by the roar of waves that seemed like they would crush their boat in one sweep.

KEIRA The waves rolled in, their steady rhythm a soothing melody that spoke to my soul. I stood at the edge of the beach, my toes sinking into the warm sand, and let my gaze wander across the vast expanse of the ocean. The sun, a radiant orb of golden light, painted the sky with hues of pink and orange as it descended towards the horizon. It was a sight of breathtaking beauty, a moment that filled my heart with awe and wonder.

"Accept mine, this is more comfortable than that." "No, mine is much comfy. Accept this now." I sighed and yelled. "Will you two stop? This is not a competition!" "It is." Wave said. "I'm not going to stop until you get this." He wrapped it on my neck. Then Wave's watch beeped and Mr. Martin's hologram face came into view. "Agent Wave. Office. Now." Wave sighed. "I'll get you to your room." Rush offered. Wave glared at me and walked out. Is he angry?