A Sea Of Eternal Woe Novels & Stories

“We’re close.” Kaelen scanned the mist. “I don’t see land.” “There won’t be land,” Elias murmured. “If the seal is what the records suggest… it’s submerged. Lost in the Drowned City.” Lyra frowned. “There was a city?” Elias hesitated. “There was once a city. A kingdom of wolves who turned from the moon and worshipped the tide. They claimed the sea was the first mother. They built temples beneath the waves.” “And what happened to them?”

Your life changed in the Philippines. Your friends are in the Philippines, Empress. Your life is in the Philippines. "I'm not going back to that place, especially with you," I whispered softly before turning away from him. Even before I got away from him, he quickly carried me on his shoulder. My eyes widened, and I couldn't help but scream in shock. I don't even care about the people who see us fighting on the side of the road. "Put me down, Travis, or I'll cause a scandal!" I complained as I hit him repeatedly on the back. "What the hell, Travis!"

Wade's father died in the line of duty. At his funeral, Wade stood solemnly at the very front of the crowd. By the time I hurried back from out of town, there were only two spots left for the funeral procession. One was beside my husband of seven years, Wade, whom I had secretly married. The other was at the very back of the line. Naturally, I assumed the spot beside him had been left for me. But the moment I took a step forward, Wade walked right past me and nodded in the direction of my best friend standing behind me. "Helen, come here." The relatives around us began looking in our direction. Someone murmured, "Isn't that Wade's girlfriend? They look perfect together." Others began c

She must not care about getting out of here in one piece! "You wretched woman, how dare you...," Marcus snarled, grabbing Serena's wrist. "You're nothing but trash, already used up by my uncle. I wouldn't even bother with leftovers like you!" Serena remained unfazed. "If I'm so beneath you, then why don't you let go?" Wayne, fueled by the alcohol, had his judgment clouded by that slap. "I'm not letting go, so what are you gonna do about it?” "Marcus, do you want to lose that hand of yours?" Damien's lazy voice drifted over from the direction of the stairs. His tone was calm but carried a hint of warning.

Chapter Forty “The claiming bond, the anger is all you.” Kane flinched, his hands coming up to my outer thighs as he rested down on his knees. “I can’t help but want you, even if you’re pissed at me.” “Can you undo it?” I asked, his face fell and I felt hurt move through the center of my chest like I’d been punched. “It’s a forever thing.” “God damn it, Kane.” I felt that heat pulling at me, feeding into my anger. “A dragon?”

Ethan commanded, kneeling beside her. She rolled onto her back, coughing out a mouthful of seawater. Her "long ash-brown hair" was matted with sand and kelp, her "piercing gray eyes" wide and bloodshot. She looked at the sky, then at the dark horizon where the "Chronicle" towers of the nearby towns should have been pulsing with their blue "Safety Beacon." There was nothing. The darkness was total, a "Total Sector Liquidation" that had turned the coast into a "Dead Zone."

"Curse of the Sea God, descend!" The sky darkened at once. Black clouds gathered over the sea, forming a twisted human face. Black raindrops fell, each carrying corrosive energy. When they hit the deck, the wood smoked. When they hit people, skin instantly ulcerated. My tamed creatures began to lose control. Several sharks rolled in agony and tore at each other. The sentry eels scattered and accidentally electrocuted our own small boats. "Lord! We can't hold!" Sergeant Miller dragged a militia member with a corroded wound backward.

At first, I only saw a faint light, but as I get closer I realized that it was the kingdom where Amansinaya reigns. I looked at it, there was a floating sign made up of ice above the kingdom. Written on it was ‘Kingdom Bantay Tubig’. According to our Filipino teacher, Kingdom Bantay Tubig was previously reigned by Kataws, they look like mermaids but they have higher ranks. They can control the waves, tides et cetera. However, after a few years Amansinaya, the goddess of the sea figured out that they’re using their powers for evil. So then, Amansinaya punished them.

They were systematically hurled off the sheer vertical sea cliffs, crashing violently back down into the flat, liquid obsidian of the Atlantic Ocean. The crimson sea that had bred them didn't welcome them back; it became a vortex. The purplish-blue energy sealed the surface of the water, turning the flat black waves into an impenetrable, shimmering mirror that violently dragged the horde down, down, down—banishing them back into the deep, sunless trenches of their sea-prison. The new general of the blood-born, still clutching the limp, paralyzed body of Malakai, let out one final, frustrated howl of defeat before the violet tide swallowed him whole, dragging them both back down into the dark

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his