Jealousy Turning Saints Into The Sea Novels & Stories

But truth be told, the alliance wasn’t the only thing weighing on him. The real burden was a girl with soft curls and eyes like the sea. The little maid who gave him seven days. She thought she was clever, buying herself time to prepare for what he’d do to her, but she had no idea. Nothing would prepare her. No, God. No prayer. No trick. When those seven days were up, she would be his. Mind. Body. Soul. Especially, body. He’d leave his mark so deep underneath her skin and maybe then this maddening obsession would be resolved and he’d be able to think straight.

Elise stared down at the transformed water, chest heaving, hands shaking as the truth settled into her bones. The sea was not answering her. It was obeying her. And somewhere far away, beneath Archview, the corrupted Moonstone pulsed in warning, as if it finally understood that the tide it had created was turning against it.

He murmured her name softly, but the fear was evident in his voice. “C-Clarissa—” he started, but the rest of the sentence was left unfinished as something unimaginable shocked them both. The water around them rippled, and the air seemed to crackle with an unusual energy. “G-God—Carmela!” Anthony gasped, his voice laced with disbelief. The world seemed to freeze for a moment, and Carmela’s heart raced in her chest. Something was happening. Something that neither of them could have anticipated. The sea itself seemed to respond, as if it were alive. Anthony’s grip on Clarissa tightened, and Carmela instinctively reached out to them, unsure of what she was about to witness. Her mind couldn’t co

he casually said. Suddenly, I felt tightness in my chest almost hard to breathe. I was already expecting it, but I still couldn't believe that my sister is gone. I have blinded in rage and resentment grew inside me like a tumor. I was about to attack him, but he threw a bottle of water at me. I was lucky enough to dodge it. "I've heard from your sister that once seawater damps on your skin, you will turn into a sea maiden. You cannot escape from me once your feet turn into a fishtail," he warned me.

He might've been shy, as he averted his eyes and turned to stare out at the vast sea in the distance. "By the Sissean shores, Nereids will emerge from the sea when the moon is at its brightest. Sitting on the corals, they sing to the moon. When their tears drip into the sea, the tears do not disappear. Rather, the waves and the moonlight will caress them and turn them into pearls. Suffering morphs into treasure. Beauty is borne from pain." I didn't understand his musings. "What?"

“You’re either insane…” “…or incredibly arrogant.” “Yes.” “People say both.” The water below suddenly rises. Not like a wave. Like a wall. My hand moves back toward my dagger. “What trick is this?” “Not a trick.” The ocean climbs higher. Twenty feet. Thirty. Forty. My snipers still don’t fire. Which means something is very wrong. Thalrion watches the rising water calmly. “Tell me something, Sebastian.” “What?” “Do you know why the sea kingdom fears Evelessa?”

"Final! Final! Final! that little word sounded faintly yet mightily. VOICES IN THE DARK "He dared to fight against us and took our own from us. He will surfer!" "His body we will feed to the birds of the air and his soul we will lock in everlasting torture." "We will be going for him soon. Soon!" They screamed and appeared in the earthly realm with mischievous smiles on their faces "He's so soft-hearted so we will use his weakness against him." They laughed. SEA KINGDOM OF GOD POSEIDON "Father, how is the preparation of my marriage to Princess Isabella going? I can't seem to wait anymore. I need to mark her and make her mine before all these little sea boys take her away from me."

I grabbed my knife, but Carspey merely sneered at it. “There is the proof,” he remarked. “He forgot you were a daughter and taught you like your brother. Now instead of a mate, I have a grown lady who plays at being a warrior like a young child, brandishing her stick and imagining every tree her foe.” Heat burned up my chest, turning my cheeks to infernos because he was not wrong. “I’ve allowed you too much idle time, which the gods know is the ruination of good character.” The only idle time I was permitted was the hours I slept, but I said nothing. Carspey turned away from me, heading right to the water’s edge, the sea shimmering in the sunshine. Lifting his hand, he invoked Njord name. F

His warm breath on my face, and that goddamn smirk of his that let me know he had won. “Look at me,” he instructed and I obeyed. I hadn’t noticed how dark his eyes were until now. They spoke of something evil that could only lurk in the depths of the ocean, and I hated to admit that they hypnotized me. My head fell back when the pressure built to unbearable heights, I needed a fucking release. I put my hand on his, urging him to go faster. Salvatore giving me a handjob did not mean I wasn’t straight. A girl could give me a handjob and I’d still feel the same. Liar.

But now, as I stand before Saint, I feel the full weight of their betrayal. My uncles are hesitant to leave me alone with Saint, but he won't have it. His growling voice is a warning that sends me reeling, and I know that I'm in for a battle of a different kind. As the rest of the room dissipated, leaving only Saint and myself, a sense of unease crept over me. Suddenly, Saint was upon me, seizing my neck and drawing me in close. His breath, tinged with the freshness of mint, washed over my face, intoxicating and menacing all at once.