Unspoken Tides Novels & Stories

I say to him. " You are here. I wasn't expecting you until tomorrow. Did something go wrong?" He completely ignored my greeting. I sighed and sat on the seat next to him. Unlike Julian, this guy is cold and doesn't easily express his emotions. He is so closed off that it's hard to read him or know what he is thinking. Simply unpredictable. I suppose that Is why he doesn't mind me sleeping with another man. Still, love is strange, so there is nothing strange about loving a guy who is cold and indifferent. " Well, things didn't go as well as I thought they would. Julian is getting married, so things are going to have to change," I said, but he didn't look surprised. It's as if he knew things w

**A Night of Unspoken Promises** The air between them carried an unspoken weight, a fragile balance between past wounds and the lingering hope of something new. Sienna stood on the balcony, her hands gripping the cool iron railing as she stared out at the endless stretch of ocean. The waves crashed below, whispering secrets only the night could understand.

The sharp crash of glass against marble shattered the silence. Deep red wine splattered across the pristine floor, seeping into the cracks like spilled blood. Sarah Winters stood frozen at the doorway, the taste of bile rising in her throat. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, drowning out the sounds of the city beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. James, the man she had spent six years loving, was in bed with her best friend. Chloe. Together. The scene was like something out of a twisted nightmare, one she couldn't wake up from. The silk sheets tangled around their bodies, Chloe’s hair spilling across the pillows, James’s bare torso exposed as he turned toward her, an unreadable expression o

they say. The word lands heavier than anything else. Unobserved means uncontrolled. Unmeasured. Free. The water begins to darken at a single point far from shore. Not spreading. Focusing. A slow spiral forms, similar to before, but deeper. Denser. Pulling light inward instead of reflecting it. The boy inhales sharply. “That is not a proxy formation.” “No,” the child says softly. “It does not announce itself.” The grid flickers again. Across the planet, emotional signals waver for the first time since stabilization. Not collapsing. But uncertain.

The breeze from the slopes pushes me from behind. Suddenly when I got the tombstone, one next to the other, I sank to my knees and wiped a gloved hand over the stone. The tears come all of a sudden, misery multiplying me over onto the frozen ground. Every one of the repressed feelings of the past twenty years come spilling out of me. Maybe I'm being torn open by a savage creature, the things I've kept inside poured out of me like blood. I battled it briefly, but at that point I opened my mouth and a loud scream escaped from my throat, cutting the snowy sky. I gave up to the agony.

Thanks to their advanced evolution, his alien species had hidden for centuries in the deep oceans. Darghelm watched his tail darken as they drifted deeper. His concealment abilities were so innate and sophisticated that he remained invisible to any human or animal eye. His pod of fisheri turned in unison and headed into a deep canyon. They rarely communicated verbally instead of using psychic or physical signals. Skin colorations conveyed emotion—a chromatic transmission that indicated danger, joy, depression, or an illness.

I ask, mesmerized. “Discarded Umballici. Discordant chords. Possibilities and connections you’ve once had with others of your kind; now unrealized, now severed. They’re coming home to be crushed by the one great force that created them. They all wash up in the Drain of the World, towards the mouth of Spinstra’s Cave at river’s end.”

I can feel the force of the giant wave pushing against me, forcing me to readjust and throw more power into my actions, but still, I feel the fucking thing resisting me. A tsunami may be a natural and powerful force but even it must bend to sirna magic. This thing is fighting me like a sentient being. No tsunami can do that, which means someone is controlling this thing. I keep my hold on the wave as I close my eyes and try to feel the energy behind this beast. I grind my molars in disgust and feel my eyes burn brighter as I sense the presence of more sirna magic. Another sirna is responsible for this, and when I find them I’ll turn them into fucking sashimi.

I guess you must love bigger brothers and them being protective. We returned home it was around 8pm, my mom had dinner ready and was waiting on us to get home. This night had so many things that happened in it. It was just me and Fredrick we had already took Finn home. Fredrick started to act weird at this point. He asks us to sit down there is something that he wants to tell us. We make eye contact then finally decide to sit down and see what it is Fredrick wants. He sits there in silent for a few minutes then finally looks at our mom and only her and finally says that he signed up for the marines and leaves in a month to start everything. I at first thought he was joking, why would he do t

Kiyomi’s fingers closed around Hayate’s. His jaw shifted. “No.” Grandmother looked at me. “If the ocean remains still until dawn, every tide bound soul will disappear.” My echoes. Astraya. Azure Tide. Possibly me. The glass device shouted again. A new voice cut through the rest. “Storm systems collapsing over three continents.” “Air temperatures are rising along the equator.” “Emergency councils request contact with Silvercrest.” “Someone tell us what the Tide Queen has done.” The words landed across the avenue.