The Wrath Of The Seas Novels & Stories

Preston shot Tara some looks, but she was too busy crying to notice his hints. "Preston Whitmore, what do you plan to do with your wife after she beat me up today?" Steeling himself, he grabbed Tara by the hair and lifted her up from the floor. He mercilessly slapped her while scolding her. "You should not have offended Jeanine, you stupid woman! This will teach you a lesson!" Tara's cheeks became swollen. Confused and terrified at Preston, who had never been this angry before, she cried and pleaded for mercy. However, Preston did not go easy on her. He stole glances at me while I enjoyed their little fight. I finally called for a stop when Tara's face was swollen beyond recognition.

I said, my tone deceptively light. I stepped to the edge of the boat, the stormy sea stretching before me like a mirror to my soul. Wild, churning, uncontainable. The rage within me boiled, a cauldron of fire and I let it rise. Power surged through my veins, raw and untamed, filling me until I thought I would burst. My hair danced in the wind, my nightgown billowing like wings of a vengeful spirit. My eyes blazed, twin flames reflecting the fury I had suppressed for too long.

Jes's heart stopped when Raphael Andrew had called her 'Jes' instead of Emily but the moment he turned around and faced her, Jes's heart almost burst out of her chest. There he was. . . The man Jes had left in the pages of her past. . . Nathan~ Standing there, looking at her with a fire burning inside his hazel eyes. A gust of breath left from Jes's lips. . . The feverish look in Nathan's eyes was unnerving. He looked like a feral animal, ready to attack her at any moment. His fists were clenched at his sides. His eyes were bloodshot, his jaw was locked. Jes can see that he was grinding his teeth.

Dom’s teeth moved over my skin and I let out a sigh of pleasure. He growled against my skin, the sound going straight to my core. “Let’s finish our drinks, then I want to fuck you on the beach.” ***Dom POV*** Sarah and I lay under the sun, looking out at the blue water of the ocean. The drinks were strong and fruity. I thought about what Sarah had told me about her ex. I’d barely been able to contain my wolf when she’d told me that she’d planned to propose to her ex. The beast and I had both wanted to hunt down the man, to make him pay for how he’d hurt what was ours.

Her mark burned white-hot, cracking at the edges, spilling light like blood. Pathetic. And yet The sea recoiled. From her. I hissed, fury ripping down my spine. “You,” I growled, “have taken enough from me.” Aria didn’t flinch. “Then stop reaching for what was never yours.” The storm behind me surged, responding to my rage. The water rose higher, the sky pulsing red with every beat of my heart. I felt Ares waver, his power tilting toward me toward the goddess inside my veins and the wave leaned forward with him.

To let go would be betrayal. The sea roared in answer. The storm above sent lightning spearing into the water, illuminating shadows that stirred in the abyss. The leviathans writhed, their massive bodies shuddering with fear. Their eyes burned not with wisdom, but with a cold, predatory hunger, turned feral by the corruption’s touch. Their cries tore through the deep, shaking the marrow in his bones. Ronan’s instinct was to recoil, to push away the chaos, to resist with everything he had. That was what he had always done. He fought currents. He commanded tides. He bent the sea to his will.

The sky had turned black and angry by the time Captain Isolde decided the night was ready for its final act. A violent storm had rolled in from the west, whipping the sea into white-capped fury. Rain lashed the deck of the *Siren's Revenge* in heavy sheets, thunder cracked overhead, and lightning illuminated the ship in brilliant flashes. The crew had secured the sails and tied down everything loose, but the main deck remained open, a perfect stage for what was about to happen.

The testing facility would be searched, the test subjects discovered, and Mercile Industries would be exposed for all the dirty secrets they hid from the world. She crouched over 416. His beautiful but angry dark gaze focused on her. Rage burned in his intense glare. She swallowed the bile that rose at what she had to do to him next. “I’m sorry. Really. I have to do this to you.” “I’ll kill you,” he rasped. One hand flopped on the floor next to her. “I swear this!” His throat worked. “I will kill you with my bare hands.”

Due to that, the factory's fire system kicked in, and water sprayed down from the ceiling. Sodium metal would explode when it came into contact with water, and taking into account that there was a whole truckload of it present, no one wanted to gamble their lives on it. I was already far, far away by then, at least around five to six miles away. However, the burning blast wave hit me anyway, slamming into me and throwing me to the ground. Rocks cut my palm, but it was nothing compared to the acid eating at me from my last life. I waited nervously as ambulances passed me by, one after another.

The penultimate day on the Noel Imperial dawns with the fury of a world about to shatter. The Caribbean is unrecognizable—the hypnotic blue of previous days is swallowed by a churning mass of liquid steel, monumental waves crashing against the hull with a force that makes the entire structure vibrate like fractured bone. The sky collapses in curtains of rain and lightning that illuminate the suite in violent flashes, transforming every shadow into a threat and every silence into an omen. I wake alone in the center of the king-size bed, and their absence is more devastating than any storm.