Jealousy Incarnate Novels & Stories

The bond, the mark—whatever he had on her pulled him like a hook in the jaw. He moved like a man starved, and Jace and Elias fell in behind him without a word. So I followed. My Jealousy is an ugly thing. It sits under my ribs and makes a home there. It whispers. It says, he got to her first. It says, you had centuries and you wasted them. It says, you had Elara and you put a blade in her heart, and now the universe gave you a second chance and you’re still behind. I wanted to hate myself for it. For the way i said her name like it was a prayer. For the way Lucian’s wolf answered to her even when he was poisoned and bleeding. For the way he didn’t hesitate to go find her.

To see him free of that shadow, even if it meant he was free of me, was a balm to a corner of my soul. But then the other tide rolled in, cold and sharp: jealousy. A bitter, acidic jealousy that burned through my veins. Why wasn't I the one making him laugh like that? Why wasn't I the one sharing that easy camaraderie? It was a selfish, ugly emotion, yet undeniably potent. I stood there, a silent sentinel amidst the cacophony, watching him, studying every nuance of his expression.

The name slid out of her like a sigh, full of longing that made Caelum’s teeth clench. Heat snapped through him, irrational and sharp. Jealousy wasn’t new—demons were born in packs of it—but this felt different. It wasn’t the covetous frustration of seeing power he couldn’t match, or status he’d never reach. It was small, sharp, and particular. He wished she hadn’t said his name like that. He wished he hadn’t heard it. The sound lodged under his breastbone like shrapnel, vibrating every time he drew breath.

His Stormy eyes were filled with fire, hatred, resentment, guilt, and last but not the least bitterness. And if I have to Combine all those feelings in one word than it would be, Jealousy. Carlos Vincent was jealous. He was that jealous of that made up character that he could easily burn this room down with just the look in his eye. Damn Celine! You are in trouble. Xx__xX

Today I learnt a new emotion about human beings. JEALOUSY. Jealousy is an emotion that can consume a person entirely, leaving them blinded by their insecure feelings. It can be as simple as wanting to be more beautiful, or as complicated as wanting to be better than someone else. But right now, all I wanted was to rip that clingy woman off my husband and crush her with my bare hands. Woah! Arielle, crazy much. Relax, she's just a random woman and you're his wife.

"Jealousy is a potent indicator of a woman's true feelings." "Jealousy?" I asked, perplexed. "You want me to make her jealous? How?" Vigo explained his plan, and the memory of that conversation resurfaced within me. I absentmindedly touched the marks on my neck, a mischievous smirk tugging at my lips. My warriors couldn't hide their amusement as they watched me search for greenfield snails along the riverbank. These snails were known to create fake hickeys, a perfect tool to incite jealousy in a lover. They teased me with their eyes, silently acknowledging the intent behind my actions. However, they respected me enough not to vocalize their amusement. That's one thing I appreciated about my

The cold calculation in her eyes ignited into raw, burning fury. “Jealousy?” Jenna’s laugh was harsh, ugly, devoid of any pretense. “Of you? Don’t make me laugh, you little nobody!” She took a step back, her posture radiating contempt. “You think I’m jealous of your thrift-store rags? Your scholarship struggles? Your boring, insignificant little life? Jealous of you catching the eye of a bored billionaire playing a game? A game I set in motion?” Isabel stared, the confirmation hitting her like a physical blow, worse than Alessandro’s accusations. The horror wasn't just intellectual; it was visceral, a betrayal that cut to the bone marrow of their shared history. “You… you admit it?”

Not with him. They looked too comfortable. The laugh came again, light, almost grateful, and something inside me went taut. My hands trembled against my sides. My wolf surged, pressing against my ribs, demanding, restless. MINE. The word wasn’t thought. It was instinct, cutting deep, branding itself into the marrow. Jealousy poured through me like poison. It hollowed my chest, made it hard to breathe. But why!? Why would I be jealous if Riven laughs with another guy?

"He’s the strongest of them all. And the most handsome.” “I’d still let him do whatever he likes with me—” I clench my teeth as Jealousy flares sharp and ugly in my chest, catching me off guard. Not desire—never that. Something darker. Something possessive. The idea of them whispering about him, imagining him, claiming him in fantasies— It makes my skin itch. I hate myself for it. I don’t know this man. I don’t care about this man. I don’t fall for names whispered in gossip circles like some foolish girl with stars in her eyes.

It left me clean and shaky and angrier than before. Jealousy is hunger with a smart mouth. It tells me to bite my way back to his attention. It tells me to walk into his war room and put my throat in his hand and remind him I am the promise that bleeds the same. It tells me to get loud. He hates when I get loud when the pack can hear; it makes him a man instead of a myth and he hates being the only man in front of those who need him to be weather.