Turning Saints Into The Sea Novels & Stories

His burning gaze examined me like I was meal, ready to be served, like I was an item being auctioned off. Then he signaled the guy that held the gun pointed at me to lower it down. He slowly did, like he did not want too… like he was expecting something more, maybe a bullet in my skull. I finally let out the breath I was holding, my heart slowly stirred down to my chest, I let out a big sigh. The small prayers I’d made were miraculously helpful. For the short time, I’d chosen to trust Dante, I have hard a choke slamming life, because of him, I was excommunicated, almost rapped, almost shot, and definitely pregnant. I let out small curses towards him.

"Then we fight. For our lives and for breaking this curse." Gabriel's voice roared again, "Ready yourselves!" As if to set the example, he began his transformation. Muscles rippled beneath his skin, fur sprouting over his massive form. His howl was fierce, reverberating off the cliffs and striking fear into the hearts of their attackers. Panic and determination collided among the crew as they tried to respond to his orders. The sea churned angrily as enemy ships, black sails taut against the sky, blocked every escape route. Arrows continued to rain down from above, as relentless as the tide.

The setting sun was the last thing I saw as the time we went underneath the sea. We followed Amansinaya, we also stopped when she stopped. She closed her eyes and cast something. Then, pieces of the crystal-like structure appeared in front of us. Until I realized that, it was making a portal for us. After it finished, Amansinaya gave us a signal to enter the portal. She was the first to enter, followed by Orlene. When it was my turn, I took a deep breath before slowly letting my whole body get eaten by the portal. End of Chapter 6

After our family went bankrupt under millions of dollars of debt, I risked my life to protect my little sister from the ruthless loan sharks. She, however, floated above the squalor—a saint who treated money like filth. I was beaten half to death trying to guard the last thousands of our savings. Once the money was secured, she handed every last dime to a pitiful distant uncle. I saved us from the goons with a smashed glass bottle, shielding her all the way to the police station. Instead of thanking me, she called me barbaric, insisting I should have sat them down for a civilized conversation. I toiled for months pulling three grueling shifts a day to settle our father’s debts, while she lou

The waves rolled slow and heavy, ceremonial in their rhythm, as if the ocean had become a cathedral organ, summoning all life to bear witness. Savannah stood barefoot in the wet sand, her gown flowing like a pale flame around her ankles. The veil clung to her hair in the sea wind, carrying the scent of salt and eternity. She pressed her hand over her heart, feeling its trembling—a rhythm caught between awe and disbelief. For all the pain, the battles, the betrayals, she had not thought such a dawn possible.

Her voice resonated throughout the building, leaving a trail of exorcised demons in its wake. Asmodeus, frozen in awe, witnessed Maria's transfiguration. Her face glowed with an ethereal light, and the ground beneath her seemed to fade away, as if she were ascending to a higher realm. Sister Cassandra, emerging from the backstage after defeating Deliah, beheld Maria's glorious metamorphosis and fell to her knees, uttering the revered words, "Holy Mary, full of Grace."

He would drown at any time under the three sets of huge waves. He had seen a lot of powerhouses before, and he had even met a Sacred Saint like the head of the Saints Association. A Sacred Saint who could control their energy and showed an amiable personality was very different from a furious True Saint with his guns blazing. Anyway, Moby figured those three were even scarier than the head right now. Of course, he had never seen the head of the Saints Association in rage, so that was why he dared to say that. If not, ten True Saints would not compare to a single furious Sacred Saint.

I instinctively replied, "Yes, I'm done." A man in a white robe appeared behind me like a ghost and said, "Congratulations, Ms. Martinez. Because of your kind nature, your soul is pure. From now on, you can join the direct department of the underworld." Then, I realized that I was also a ghost. I excitedly circled around him and asked, "Are you White Enforcer? What about Black Enforcer? Where is he?" "Who's Black Enforcer? I don't know anyone by that name."

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his

Back home in Sicily, every daughter of a Don had to follow one rule before marriage: Her fiancé had to enter the Moretti estate’s underground family chapel and undergo one final loyalty test. If he came out still willing to go through with the wedding, it meant the marriage had earned the Family’s approval. Both of my younger sisters married the men they loved at twenty, after their fiancés passed the ritual without incident. But I was already thirty, and I had never married. Because over the years, every man who claimed to love me would follow my father into that underground chapel. The moment he came out, he would break up with me. Some looked at me with disgust. Some hated me. One even pu