Jealousy Turning Saints Into The Sea Novels & Stories

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

I ask after a moment, my curiosity gnawing at me unrelentingly as I gazed at the Goddess. She was silent for a long moment, gazing out the window at the soft rain that begins to fall from the darkening sky, her silhouette dark against the bright ivory walls of the library. When she finally responds, I can hear the loneliness in her voice, a sound that pulls at the chords of my heart. "Hecate, they do not see me, not for who I am. To them, I am still the vengeful Queen of the Gods. They would rather fear or scorn me than get to know my heart. You are different, my dear friend. You never cared about my reputation. Even my own husband could not love me the way he should have..." Her voice break

A thick pink fog settled on two men and they stiffened like statues at the moon goddess's temple. Their memories were on the magentas sea. Wife beater, fake tax collector, stealing from people, and pointing fingers at innocent people. It was bizarre. Ophelia wasn't scared but amazed. It felt too good to be true to see such things from people, to know who they really are. She looked at the other ships behind them and heard gasps and murmurs. People were even fighting. Passing through these seven seas was epic and venturesome. Men were ganging up together, trying to stay away from the pink fog and the sea. Ophelia spotted Lewis laughing from a corner, enjoying their confusing and frightened st

On the balcony of one of the buildings stood a young man in his mid-forties clad in white, with a well-chiseled face, he had clear eyes, his hair was pure black and neatly combed, his white clothes were spotless, he had an average height, his hands were behind his back as he radiated a calm aura, he was gazing at the sea in the horizon as though he could see it, the wind was blowing gently making part of his hair cover his eyes. "Sir we've found it," a man suddenly appeared on the balcony and bowed, before informing him, that it was unknown how the man had got there. The figure turned around with a calm look, there were no ripples in his eyes, "have waited for many years for this, the world

His eyes glowed faintly, not entirely human. “Saint…?” Riven whispered, disbelief tearing at him. Saint’s gaze locked on Bishop and Vex, cold and merciless. “You took everything from me… from us. Now… it ends.” The energy in the room spiked. Bishop hissed. Vex’s smirk faltered. Riven knew, in that instant, that nothing would ever be the same. Saint’s return changed everything. Allies became unpredictable, enemies more dangerous, and the game was escalating faster than any of them could anticipate.

“Consider this your warning: stop your advances on him.” The Goddess’s lips curved slightly, but there was fire in her tone. “I cannot help it,” she admitted, almost a whisper, almost venomous. “I am… jealous. Of the way you show him such… affection, such claim. I’ve never felt this stir before, not for any other mortal.” I could feel the tension coiling tighter around me, my stomach knotted. I dared not move, dared not breathe too loudly.

I took a deep breath to suppress my anger, explaining the reason behind my denial, " Little Tigress, the sea is under haxon Pirates Gang. No one steps into their territory without their permission. No matter who enters, they just blow their ships out, trust me." Sancia didn't believe me as she spat firmly, " But I have investigated it already. The sea is under nobody's territory. Have you seen them? No, right? Why are you so sure of them then?" Leo joined her with a growl, snapping his eyes between me and Sancia,

Or the fact that she was right there. A few feet away. Then I heard it, the bathroom door opening, soft footsteps. Then— Water began to run, and I froze. My jaw tightened as my mind instantly betrayed me, I knew I shouldn’t think about it. I didn’t want to, but it came anyway, uninvited; Her under the water, her skin wet, her body— “Jesus…” I turned away, pacing, this was wrong, completely wrong. She’s your stepsister. The one you're supposed to protect not lust over.

“Shut up, Sean. Shut up before you make it worse.” But it’s too late for them to hide behind excuses or bargains. Their pleas mean nothing. In this life, there is only loyalty and betrayal, and betrayal must be punished with blood. “Bring it out,” I order. Two of my men step forward, carrying buckets filled with what looks like raw scraps of meat. They spill the contents over the railing, and the water churns below as the dark shapes of sharks appear, slicing through the waves with terrifying grace. Fins break the surface, circling, faster and faster, drawn by the scent of blood. The sea itself becomes a grave waiting to be filled.