The Sea King Novels & Stories

The whispers and excitement of the villagers, their songs of the returned princess, traveled far beyond the quiet confines of the fishing village, eventually reaching the ears of the blue-eyed empress. "Who has emerged from the depths of the sea?"

“The corruption in my waters, it stirs due to prophecy. Due to her." His gaze turned to Eleanor then, and I felt her stiffen beside me. My own head snapped in her direction and terror crossed her face. Terror, and something else. Recognition? "What do you know?" I growled, but she wouldn’t meet my eyes. The Siren King's smile grew. "Clear eyes. The one who burns the sea. "Do these words mean nothing to you, Alpha?" I said nothing, but my fists clenched in restrained anger.

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."

“Are you lying to me, Omega?” The king took a step forward, and Evren flinched. “No, Your Majesty. I wouldn’t dare.” It was pure luck that his voice was barely heard above a whisper this time because Evren’s fear was imminent through every breath he took. “Do you want to try answering that again?” The Alpha king asked, taking another step closer, and Evren instinctively recoiled in fear as the king lowered himself, fingers going underneath Evren’s chin to lift the Omega’s head.

CHAPTER 1 In16 AD, after the death of our Lord Jesus Christ, a fog covered the whole sea; at a distance, a sound could be heard faintly, from afar, on the seashore. Moment after moment, the faint voice began to get clearer more and more, and thereafter, the sound became clearly heard. “Hum- ah, aa- ah, the king of the sea comes around. Hum-ah! All you men, run-run, run away, hum-ah!” Moment later, a very rugged and scary ship emerged out of the sea, lumbering left and right like a drunken man, as it reveal itself and the crew onboard. They are sea pirates. The pirates stood onboard of the ship singing on top of their voices. Their faces were gruesome and fearlessly looking, shaking their swo

********** Blood Lake “Janice, you said you wanted to see me, is there something wrong?” Janice walked into the room quietly. From her expression, I could tell that something was wrong.” “Mom, I don't know how to explain this. Ever since we came back from the Alpha King's pack, I've been meaning to talk to you.” “How dare you call him an Alpha King in front of me?!” I snapped instantly. Janice trembled instantly. “I'm sorry, mother, I didn't mean to address him as the Alpha king.”

When Katherine looked at her curiously, Helmina explained: "She was beaten black and blue so many times and still wants him back. I can't understand." With a nod, Katherine realized that the driving power for the husband to stay at sea was to keep this woman save. She just wondered if it was the King's idea, or the Princess'. Or maybe it was her father, who looked rather gloomy at the mention of his in-law. "Make yourselves comfortable", the King ordered. "Sebastian, sit beside Emilian. I guess both of you have much in common." From Katherine's perspective, the only thing they had in common was their grey eyes. While the Prince had the sturdy build of a fighter, the mustached man looked more

“We must not imagine that there is nothing at the bottom of the sea but bare yellow sand. No, indeed, for on this sand grow the strangest flowers and plants, the leaves and stems of which are so pliant that the slightest agitation of the water causes them to stir as if they had life. Fishes, both large and small, glide between the branches as birds fly among the trees here upon land. “In the deepest spot of all stands the castle of the Sea King. Its walls are built of coral, and the long Gothic windows are of the clearest amber. The roof is formed of shells that open and close as the water flows over them. Their appearance is very beautiful, for in each lies a

I murmured, my voice thick with emotion. Zion brought my fingers to his lips, kissing each knuckle with devotion. "It’s real, my queen." His hoarse voice carried years of waiting. "And no one, ever again, is going to take this from us." The villa was an architectural sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling glass walls, noble wood decks suspended over the sea, and an infinity pool that blended with the ocean. The master bedroom was dominated by a king-size bed covered in white linen that smelled of sea salt and tropical flowers.

His presence felt like a warm hearth in a winter storm, yet his eyes remained fixed on the leather journal Silas had provided. ​"The Sea-Packs have always been isolated," Kaelen remarked. His voice carried the deep resonance of a shifting glacier. "They answer to no High King. They follow the tides. If the Elders have hidden vessels there, we are looking at a fortress made of salt and storm."