The Wrath Of The Seas Novels & Stories

Jane's POV The freezing wind of the North Sea slapped my face like a blow as I stumbled onto the slick, iron deck of the merchant vessel. The midnight air was blinding, thick with a torrential downpour that turned the ocean into a swirling, black abyss all around us. The storm was a deafening roar, a chaotic crashing waves and howling gales that threatened to swallow the entire ship whole. Every surface was coated in a dangerous layer of ice-cold brine and grease, making it nearly impossible to maintain a footing.

"Tsk. Stop acting like you don't know anything. Is that why you talked to me last night because you wanted to be close to me? Desperate!" I couldn't stop myself to slap him really hard on his face. I am raging with madness while looking at him. Does he really thinks I liked to marry him? Then he's foolish. "Are you done insulting me?" I asked him angrily. "Do you really think I want to marry you? Then wake up! I don't want to marry you but I have no choice." I shook my head and wiped the tears that were about to fall from my eyes. Why am I weak when it comes to this? Why do I cry every time I am overwhelmed with anger?

With her urging, I push through the heavy currents, my lungs burning as I break the surface. Gasping for air, I blink rapidly, my eyes stinging with salt. The world is chaos. Lightning cracks across the sky, illuminating the tumultuous waves, and the ship I was on—once a vessel of hope—tilts precariously, the Cursed Gulf hungrily pulling it under. The air vibrates with thunder, each clap shaking the very water around me.

The shadows rise with it, twisting, snapping, lashing around me like something alive. “Stop!” Ronan shouts, but the words are too late. The shadows are already spinning out of control, pushing at me, testing me. “Hold it together!” His voice is suddenly harsh, strained. But I can’t. I’m fighting the storm inside me, the anger, the fear, the rage, everything I’ve ever buried deep down. It’s all spilling out now. I can hear it, feel it. The shadows want to break free. I lash out, my arms flinging wide, and the shadows follow, wrapping around anything in their path. The trees around me shake, the ground quakes.

I had to turn my back to Adele to be able to think straight. While Katie and Kelly swam to our new sister-in-law, Sebastian swam to us, “I haven’t really gotten to hang out with you guys since you got here. What do you think of my mate?” Vito playfully smacked him on his back, “You are beyond blessed, bro. We are all jealous.” Sebastian laughed, “Victor made that very apparent.” All of them laughed while I turned red from embarrassment, “Do you blame me?” Sebastian laughed, “Not one bit. I still can’t believe I got so lucky. She is everything I ever prayed for.” Vance smiled, “You definitely got lucky.” I knew he was just hanging out with us to keep me from trying anything with her, but I re

The idea of never spending a day with them again was a physical pain he’d never encountered before. It was his burden to carry. His feelings didn’t matter anymore, because he knew exactly what he was going to do. He’d be there for them, especially for Jamie, but he wasn’t going to pursue her. She made her choice and it wasn’t him. He had to accept it and find a way to live with it. She’d been hurt and he’d caused her that pain. He wouldn’t force her to come back to him, because he already knew that she never would. It was over. He sped up on the highway, heading towards more blood and violence. It was the only life he knew. He didn’t know how to be something else. He was Wrath and he still h

The king's grip tightened, squeezing the life out of him, causing blood to spill from his mouth. "Forgiveness?" Alpha Malik's voice thundered with fury, his rage consuming him. "Hope she survives. Pray she didn't die, or else I will tear you apart piece by piece," Alpha Malik threatened, his words filled with venom. With relentless fury, Alpha Malik unleashed his wrath upon the helpless assassin, raining down blows upon him with the rod. Each strike intensified the pain, causing fresh streams of red to flow. The dungeon reverberated with the anguished cries of the captive, their torment forming a discordant symphony of suffering.

Two of them started toward me, their hands already reaching for their weapons, which was understandable, because I didn't exactly look like I was there to shake hands with their master and smile. I looked like what I was: fucking pissed off and ready to spill blood. "Sir…" one of them began. "Move," I growled, not slowing down. The men exchanged a glance, debating whether to follow protocol or trust their instincts. One of them moved to stand in my way. "I'm sorry, Alpha Wrath, but you'll have to…" I grabbed the imbecile by the shirt and shoved him aside. He pitifully crashed into a stone pillar, groaning and losing consciousness.

Luth warned, shaking his head at the caisson like a disappointed uncle. “Keep it as dry as you keep me,” Jas said, and Luth snorted blasphemy into his sleeve. We kept low and a little mean. Kade matched the oar, strokes to the lift of the swell with his breath, the wheel under his palm telling him stories only he and God believed. The Wraith answered with that particular, private hum she has when she is trying very hard not to be caught and would prefer not to be asked to prove it. The wind went out entirely for a breath too long. Sails flopped like failed arguments. Oars bit and slid. The sea went hard and flat as leather.

ISLA'S POV January 20, 2026. 9:03 AM. The Atlantic isn't just water today; it’s a wall of iron-gray violence slamming into us repeatedly. The chartered lobster boat pitches into a twelve-foot swell, the hull groaning under the impact, before dropping into the trough with a stomach-churning weightlessness. Salt spray lashes the windshield, blurring the horizon into a smear of freezing mist. The engine grinds, a mechanical growl fighting a losing battle against the current.