Jealousy Turning Saints Into The Sea Novels & Stories

"Rebecca, this pack is not about ownership or power struggles. It's about unity and strength. We can be stronger together, if only you're willing to see past your jealousy." For a moment, silence enveloped us as our gazes locked in a battle of wills in that tense moment, I could see a flicker of doubt in Rebecca's eyes. The raw emotions swirling within her were a reflection of her deep-rooted insecurities and fear of being replaced. I knew that breaking through that defensive barrier would require patience and empathy.

“I haven’t met you.” “The waters tell me who you are.” She answers pretty oddly. “What do you mean?” Harry asked back. “The ocean may not have eyes to see but they can hear you as much as you hear its roaring waves.” I looked out of the sliding door and stared at the sea who looked pretty much vicious. “Why is the waters looking angry?” I asked. They turned to the sliding door too. “Because they don’t want me out of there.” Faith answers. “What?” I asked.

She gets closer with her eyes and gazes directly at her target. “As they mimic my hand and foot gestures and cover their expanding chest area with hair, I feel like watching television makes me smile magnificently. “ Opening her eyes wide, Ericka makes sure she's still alive. Her flesh stings when she pinches it. ”My God, is this real, or am I simply hallucinating? That there are such anomalies that may be found under the ocean as if this is another universe beyond human imagination.” She continues, saying, "I recall the fantasy books about Jezebel. However, in the spiritual world, she is the spirit from whence all lust and harlotry spring. I had better chastise it in the name of Jesus and s

Jade The salt-kissed breeze wafted through the open window, carrying with it the distant cries of seagulls and the relentless murmur of the ocean. I stood there, inhaling deeply, the briny air filling my lungs and cleansing away the acrid taste of past regrets. A fresh start—that's what danced on the horizon, shimmering like the sun-dappled surface of the sea before me. My life, up until this point, had been a relentless mire of chaos—a fool’s errand chasing after a love that turned out to be nothing more than a mirage orchestrated by a nut head whose name I now refused to let stain my thoughts. But here, at this moment, with the vast expanse of possibilities stretching out as far as the eye

"That Yvette woman really is vile! To think that she changed their measurements on purpose!" "This is called 'doing everything in her power to survive.' As long as other people are dead, she'll get to live another day." "Oh, no! They're about to become the Sea God's sacrificial offerings! I knew it! The newbie doesn't even have a chance to see the final boss with her own eyes!" The Sea God! I seemed to have remembered something at that critical juncture. Hence, I bolted toward the chapel right away. I didn't know why, but all I could think of was the statue that looked exactly like Cyrus.

My stomach swirled with bile as the last container was opened, and the stench of death filled the meadow while groups of people whispered angrily, turning to glare at me. Saint lifted himself out of the last container, heading straight for me as tears swam in my eyes. There was nothing but rage and hatred to be found in him. He grabbed my arm, yanking me with him as he walked me toward the pit. He didn't miss a step as he jumped, pulling me down with him.

Seeing Travis go through excitement, disappointment, and then calm while observing the excitement and coldness on Wren's face, Eva pieced together what their conversation must have been about and what caused these emotional shifts. Wren's excitement was obviously due to witnessing Chase produce his Divine Veins. Meanwhile, Travis appeared disappointed. Then, Wren's demeanor turned cold as he focused on Travis, causing Travis' disappointment to deepen before he finally resigned himself to calm acceptance. Eva then recalled that Saints could actually be deposed, although it was rare in history. Chase's group completely overwhelmed Travis. If Wren used the Saint position and future Holy Lord po

Though he cannot see her in full detail, he senses the weight of her knowledge and the aura of reverence that surrounds her. The priestess, immersed in her sacred duties, is busy setting up the altar with meticulous care. Joe is struck by her presence, feeling a sense of awe and respect for her role in conducting the mating ceremony. Her ethereal form hovers in the water, seamlessly blending with the currents, as if she herself is a part of the divine tapestry woven within the temple. As Joe and Bryan continue their journey through the temple, their hearts brimming with anticipation and a touch of nervousness, they know that this moment marks the beginning of a new chapter in their lives—a u

She knew I would be tempted by all these damn things and punished me in anticipation. The sea is furious. It spits out giant waves that crash onto the beach, hitting me in the legs. My candle goes out, even inside the holder, which I place on the floor. I hurry to open the bundle and throw the things into the water. The sea swallows them easily. It's a sign, I convince myself. The Goddess is furious with me and demands that I get rid of these forbidden things. — Forgive me, Mother — I ask into the dark night. - Forgive me.

My mouth just went agape as my heart kept on throbbing so fast. Bright golden rays of lights escaped from the small spaces of Leviathan’s hands and a loud explosion followed, giving Leviathan severe burns on his hands up to his arms. “An envious heart will never be satisfied. Envy will take you nothing but your own demise, Leviathan.” “Enough of your babblings. I’ll definitely get everything I want, goddess or lowly saint mage or whoever residing in that body,” Leviathan replied and he seemed pissed off now. I saw a short curve on Suzaine’s lips.