Jealousy Turning Saints Into The Sea の小説・ストーリー

Feeling jealousy rise up like a wild stallion rearing it's ugly head. The two of them stare at each other speechless. If you enjoyed this chapter please leave a comment and vote for me by leaving gems. Thank you.

"And please don't be angry at me! I haven't done anything!" "I'm not angry at you!" Saint threw down his suit over the couch and was panting from anger and frustration. "But I'm not bulletproof, Harper..." "And I can't read minds, so please tell me why you're so upset!" "Tanja..." Saint's eyebrows furrowed in misery. His voice was still angry and frustrated, though. "Tanja said Liam is your second mate, and I already know how this story will end. You will fall in love with your enemy—it's how it always goes."

The Council's leash was not just binding me. It was resonating with the offerings. And I was the only one who knew that the Saintess's tears were not holy water. They were the solvent that dissolved the narrative's last resistance, the chemical that turned doubt into devotion, that transformed a school of frightened students into an army of true believers who would kill on command and call it purification.

Her cries gradually shifted from desperate pleas for help to apologies to Niccolo, until only faint breaths remained. On a stormy night, her cries finally fell silent for good. No one came to claim her body, and the rats gnawed at her remains until there was nothing but bones left. Lorenzo was bullied so relentlessly at the orphanage that he lost all self-esteem. When the others called him the son of a killer, he could do nothing but curl up in the corner of his bed and cry. No one knew that he didn't even understand what his mother had done. I took over the southern district that Luca had managed and grew the research team into the famiglia's largest technical department.

Through the screen I caught his dark, burning eyes watching me with raw hunger. The sea roared outside as I slipped back through the moonlit corridors, forever changed by my priest’s forbidden touch.

My heart pounded painfully. We weren’t just sinking into water. We were sinking into her. The sea around us pulsed with memories not ours, not living, but ancient echoes of destruction. Every shadow in the dark flickered with images the goddess wanted us to see: Storms swallowing cities. Wolves drowning beneath tidal waves. The moon shattering like fragile glass. Clara whimpered under her breath. “She’s showing us her victories.” “No,” Ares rasped through the choking dark, his gold flaring. “She’s showing us her ego.”

The waves rolled slow and heavy, ceremonial in their rhythm, as if the ocean had become a cathedral organ, summoning all life to bear witness. Savannah stood barefoot in the wet sand, her gown flowing like a pale flame around her ankles. The veil clung to her hair in the sea wind, carrying the scent of salt and eternity. She pressed her hand over her heart, feeling its trembling—a rhythm caught between awe and disbelief. For all the pain, the battles, the betrayals, she had not thought such a dawn possible.

“I thought it would end with him. It wasn’t even entirely about revenge. I was trying to help them, free them… I should have never taken charge.” “‘Saint Christian was pulled from the river, and the good woman wept, for the boy was surely dead,” I quote our scriptures. “She laid him out in the chapel to rest, and miraculously – he awoke: a vessel of the divine itself, returned to spread His message.’” “Do desist with the hackneyed verse,” he groans, burying his face in the pillow. “That legend is entirely embellished nonsense.” “Why’d they think an undead demon was a saint?”

Lucas said with a fumed face, "So, back you are worshipping your so-called Moon Goddess, aren't you, Saint?" Seeing how audacious and rude Lucas was toward such an important element that governs their life, unnerved Lucas and he shouted, "Lucas, just don't fucking tell whatever comes to your mouth!" Saint was giving a hard time to Lucas. He was having a throbbing headache which added more anger to him and he scoffed, "That's what you do not me! I speak sense and facts!" Saint was not ready to take in whatever Lucas was saying. He got more aggressive when he was blaspheming about the Goddess who is the reason for their existence.

Kylie said and I nodded. "Rise and shine." Jason said dryly when we got to him. "Jason, what is going on?" I asked, and he shook his head. "The water all over town is all a mess. I think the sea gods are angry about las night." he said quietly . "They are angry they didn't get their way last night." Kylie said, "and now they are taking it out on the innocent." she sounded like the thought of it made her weepy, and I reached for her.