Unspoken Tides Novels & Stories

​The retreat from the Abyssal Anchor had been a narrow escape from a static past, but the future rushing toward them was a tidal wave of absolute zero. The Grand Chorus of the Siphons didn't arrive with ships; they arrived as a Cessation. Across a thousand light-years of the Andromeda sector, the stars began to "Wink Out" in a rhythmic, mathematical sequence. It wasn't an eclipse—it was the Siphons systematically de-rezzing the light of the universe to prepare a silent stage for their final command.

She turned to Sefina. “You said seven tides remain. That means there are seven more places like the trench. Seven songs. Seven parts of the Sovereign’s voice.” Sefina nodded. “Each tide will try to rewrite something real.” Jonas stepped back. “Then we’re not just fighting monsters.” “No,” Maya said. “We’re fighting the ocean’s memory of itself.” --- Suddenly, the room shook. The floor split down the center. A geyser of seawater erupted, filling the air with screams—actual screams, voices from the past rushing upward in vapor and blood. Jonas lit the flare. Sefina screamed.

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?"

She held onto Grote and guided him through the throng, basking in the attention. She figured that if anyone asked, she would say she was Grote's mate. Even if he got angry, she was confident he would swallow it, if only for the sake of the pup. Grote didn't care what Christine was thinking. He was consumed by thoughts of me—wondering why I had left back then, and why I had unilaterally severed the mate bond. Regret and guilt swelled inside him, threatening to crush him to the floor. Just then, the master of ceremonies announced, "Please welcome Shane Russell, Alpha of the Darkfang pack, and his fated mate and new Luna, Ms. Renata Bowers!"

“What?” “We want to enjoy the night, you are bringing down the vibe…” Nice. “I want to leave is what I want… Trust me sugar don’t want to be here…” “Let her go baby…” Marla was speaking seductively to Tristan now. For some stupid reason Callie tensed up. Why was it affecting her if Marla was seducing him? Why did Callie even care? She didn’t… She didn’t give a fuck… So why then was she becoming really agitated.