Unspoken Tides Novels & Stories

I knew you didn't do anything wrong, but I still got you tangled up in this mess. Before I could finish reading the text, a tidal wave of emotion hit me, and my phone slipped from my limp fingers, crashing to the ground. I crouched down, cradling my head in my arms, as tears of utter hopelessness streamed down my face. My world used to be a place of endless gray. Loving Thomas was like a beacon in the darkness, my second faith. All of a sudden, they were telling me... It was all a lie... All those moments of misguided love, the feelings I poured out, the pain I went through… It was all one big, cruel joke.

“It’s… wrong. Everything about him… it’s wrong. There’s lies, hate… How can someone seem so… normal, yet be so… evil?” I was fighting to speak, to understand what I was sensing. The words spilled out—confused, raw. “I feel darkness—evil. Guilt. Hatred. Like he’s hiding something… something terrible.” And then, suddenly, my eyes flickered, and a powerful surge of energy rippled through me. I saw it—an explosion of images: ancestors, guardians, spirits—flooding my mind with flashes of power, feeding me clues, guiding me. They appeared briefly, like a chorus of whispers in my mind, then vanished as suddenly as they’d come.

Sure enough, he saw the blue fog outside recede like a tide, withdrawing all at once. The entire Wraith Graveyard fell silent once more. Andrew asked, "How often does this tide appear?" Rosemary replied flatly, "So, you're not completely stupid. At least you're asking the important questions. Fine, I might as well tell you. The Cerulean Tide appears roughly every three hours, but it doesn't happen every day. I haven't figured out the pattern yet." Andrew ignored the veiled insult in her words and continued, "How long have you been inside here?"

His authority provided the legitimate, noisy cover. And Kunle, perched on the edge of a low leather sofa, was a world apart. His sleek, encrypted laptop was open, its screen a cascade of code and dark-web dashboard interfaces that looked alien to the opulent room. He wore a headset, murmuring in a mix of English and tech jargon to contacts whose names William and Mimi would never know. “The rhythm is simple,” Mimi had said, her voice leaving no room for debate. “Kunle finds the shadow. I cross-reference the light. William creates the storm they’ll hide in.” It was the first rule of their uneasy alliance.

"They have a heading. The current in this harbor isn't moving toward the old valley anymore. It's pulling toward the deep margin, where the Spire hasn't laid its foundations yet." "A recruitment means the Tenth Volume isn't empty, Xander," I said, walking out to join him at the water's edge. The cold brine soaked through my tattered hems, but my gray-stained palm felt alive, the silver needle-scar prickling with a sharp, electric curiosity. "The Thirteen reserved the space, but they don't have the authors to populate it. They’re using our remainder—our un-optimized seeds—to dredge the deep tiers for anyone else who survived a reformat." The Architecture of the Departure

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

They spoke of memory. Ronan, in the deeps of his sea, had learned of another tale: the Abyssal Spire, a column of stone said to rise from the ocean floor, too vast for currents to erode. It was rumored to be the place where the first tides were born, where the moon had kissed the waters into motion. His people had scoffed at the thought of such a place, dismissing it as a sailor’s invention. But as the currents thrashed and whales moaned in panic, he began to believe that the Spire was more than a myth.

she threatened, her voice a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrilling promise of the unknown. The tension was a vivid, living presence, a sharp, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of risk and danger. The fragment of the Siren's Heart they recovered began to glow and pulse in the pouch at Amelia's waist, a bright, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrilling promise of the unknown. A sudden lurch of the ship sent everyone stumbling, the motion a sharp, living force that filled the space with life and the thrill of risk and danger. A massive wave crashed over the starboard side, drenching the crew in wate

The enigmatic figure's voice, resonating from the cosmic winds, warned, "Beware the Rift of Shadows. Within its cosmic depths lies a convergence of past echoes and future uncertainties. Your choices will face their most formidable tests." Richard and I exchanged a glance, uncertainty clouding our expressions. The cosmic winds carried distant whispers—the voice of the disruptor, its laughter now a haunting refrain. "The Rift of Shadows reveals the unseen threads of destiny. Navigate wisely, for within its cosmic depths, the unknown's fate takes unexpected turns."

I began to murmur the spell I had heard being whispered into my ears all night. "Come…" I said at the end of the spell, and suddenly the sea withdrew. The waves of the tide didn't grow gentle, but when it withdrew, it was almost as though the whole ocean had been yanked backward. "what. Is. That?" I heard Elijah say from beside me, but I couldn't peel my eyes off the tide. I felt like if I did, things would become way beyond my control, and I couldn't let that happen. The waves hissed as they tore away from the sand, leaving behind a glistening stretch of sea bed that I didn't think any human eye had ever seen before. The fish flopped helplessly in the exposed ground, and their scales flashe