Shattered Sea Novels & Stories

My chest felt tight and I found it difficult to breathe as I stormed across the room in outrage. I swiped everything off the vanity in one furious motion. The vase shattered the moment it hit the floor, shards of glass scattering across the carpet as water seeped into the rug, the necklace skidding across the room, but I didn't care. “How dare he” I said lowly, my eyes glazed. “How dare he think I will accept this pitiful apology. Like a cheap whore!” I screamed. I was startled by the sound of my own voice but it wasn't enough to stop me. I turned on the rest of the room, grabbing anything I could find. Taking a hold of the lamp, I smashed it against the wall as the chair toppled over with a

And somewhere beneath the waves, a desperate hope still flickered. The dawn came slowly, casting a pale light over the wreckage scattered across the restless sea. The flames had long since died, leaving only charred fragments of the speedboat drifting like ghostly remnants of a nightmare. Annabelle stood at the edge of the harbor, her eyes fixed on the dark water that had swallowed her husband and the man who had held them hostage. The cold breeze tugged at her coat, but she barely noticed. Her world had shrunk to that endless expanse of water where hope and despair tangled like the waves.

Just like when Tariq poisoned me with that Salema fish toxin. Just like the moment my mind nearly shattered and the world spun out of control. Then came a ship. Masterless. Its sails were torn, its hull cracked open like a ribcage. It drifted across the blistering sea, dragging chains of iron through the water. As the steam parted, I saw land in the distance. But it wasn’t salvation. It was sand. Dunes rose like waves. A desert swallowing the sea. And the broken ship drifted forward, its hull brimming with alluring red flowers—toward the silence of mute skeletons, half-buried in the sand.

“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.

So in the end, they broke up? Diego chuckled and nodded. "Yeah, they went their separate ways a while ago. Without Evan's protection, Cecilia's life became pretty miserable. I heard she's struggling financially now, living paycheck to paycheck, and completely sidelined at the branch office." I smiled slightly, raising my glass and lightly clinking it against his. I had nothing more to add. Cecilia's ending might've been predictable, but it didn't matter to me anymore. ... My career soon began to flourish.

We pulled away slowly, leaving her there in the dust. She shrank in the rearview mirror, finally collapsing on the pavement, like some broken toy left behind. I did not feel a thing. She chose her road, and I set the final scene. She wanted to play traitor; she had to be ready for the fallout. Seth? His time in the clink was anything but a cakewalk. I had made sure to pull some strings early that morning. Given his crimes and the fact that he had lost everything, along with the coldness I could not quite hide, it was inevitable that he would be taught a harsh lesson by someone: what it felt like when everyone turns against you.

Sage's POV The shockwave rippled through the car, shaking the frame, rattling the windows. The vehicle shuddered but held. Good thing it was built strong, military grade, designed to withstand more than just a bumpy road. Debris rained down on the roof, clattering like hailstones, and I ducked my head on instinct, waiting for the sound to stop. What was happening? We were under attack. Here, in broad daylight.

A warrior burst through the throne room doors moments later breathing hard. “My King—” “Report.” “The southern cliffs collapsed into the sea.” Queen Seraphina cursed quietly under her breath. “That’s the third collapse today.” The warrior looked pale. “There’s more.” The room went silent. “The sea…” his voice shook slightly. “The sea is rising.” Fear moved visibly through the room after that. Not panic yet. But close. I slowly closed my eyes. And instantly— Pain exploded through my head. Visions slammed violently into me. Fire tearing through cities. People screaming.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

A huge wall of orange fire and hot steel fragments burst from the surface of the sea the shockwave hitting the container ships hull with a force that threw me sideways across the iron deck. The yellow survival capsule was torn into a thousand pieces of flying metal its wreckage spinning through the air like burning shrapnel. The shockwave broke the remaining glass on the navigation console sending a shower of white crystal pieces raining down over my shoulders as I crawled on my hands and knees toward the rail my fingers clawing at the iron as I stared into the dark foamy whirlpool where the man I loved had vanished to save our family.