Better Call Saul Fan Art Novels & Stories

He howled again, he was in pain which I sensed but I needed to teach him a lesson on defying my orders. Then I heard it, the sound of crackling branches. A familiar musk, a human—-there was a human in the woods. “Hello??” I heard a distinct voice. It was the painter!! Saul, now weak and injured shifted back into his humane self. He coughed hard, blood spouting from his lips as he rested against the tree, he breathed hard, almost like the force of my blow was too much for his human body to handle. My senses tingled and my claws retracted, my eyes turned into a lukewarm golden brown and I dampened my instincts.

Caelen demands, and Saul’s shoulders shake as he throws his head back and cackles. “Getting your shame on video. So the next time you think of pissing me off, I will upload this video,” he says, and Caelen’s growl bounces off the walls. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Oh, but I would, brother,” Saul grins, his gaze shifting to me. “I never thought I would get to witness the day a woman is able to lay her hands on you. This will definitely go down in the history books,” Saul says before cackling once again like some psychopath.

“You,mother fucker, I will cut off those arms with which you touched and tortured her. I will torment you in such a way that you will shiver even taking her name. You are worse than an anthropoid. Eyeing what's not yours is transgression and I will give you such a sort of punishment that even your forefathers will start shuddering in their grave.” “Mr. Saul Campbell, have you heard of a saying empty vessels make much noise? Are you enough of a man? I dare you, show me what you are in action because actions speak much louder than words.” Without speaking further, Saul cut the call because there was no necessity of a prodigy anymore. The need for which he spoke so long has already been taken c

He stopped talking and I howled loudly. “Father!” Sara screamed as she saw her father writhing in pain. “Thank you, son.” Father struggled to say, as I slipped something into his hands. “It is not yet over.” “Oh, yes it is over!” Saul said as he jumped in excitement. “Can you see how liberating it is now? Not to have a care in the world?” He asked me. And I did not answer him. “You are a monster, Saul. You should rot in hell.”

“Oooh, that’s the most party rocker in our squad. That’s Mea.” This time, it was Kent’s turn to raise his brow on her. “You? I thought you knew nothing but be sarcastic.” The girls almost snorted upon hearing him. “Huh, really! I thought you knew nothing but be a lecher,” Mea countered bravely. Thor, Deuss, and Erric all laughed. Paul Sohan asked, “What’s a lecher?” “I’ll tell you later,” said Thor. “Miss, believe it or not, Kent’s a virgin,” he revealed, and laughter arose again.

Darius pulls up a picture of some slices in a tree, swiping through them all and each is slightly different and would be barely noticeable were you not looking for something. "It's the code Eligor used to recruit his followers. Ekron is calling for them to support him to finish his work." Samuel says, his voice shifting between rage and apathy. "You can read this? Where are they?" Flame shoves the phone towards Samuel and he frowns, studying the pictures.

She asked, I got my phone from my pocket and showed her some of the best work i had, I also showed her a painting of max I made just when he was born, "This is beautiful keith, you are really talented, Saul, come and see this" she called Saul over to show him Max's painting, Saul came and stood behind me, he was way closer to me that I felt uncomfortable "I didnt know you where this good at painting, this could make you a fortune" he complimented "Thank you" I said still holding my breath, I excused myself and went back to Washing the remaining fruits, I could finally breath in peace, I seriously didnt like Saul being closer to me like that

“Yet both are idiots.” The crowds began to cheer. Saul raised his right hand, instantly motioning the people to be silent. He then went to his helper on the opposite side before taking out two magic scrolls and unravelled them, an emblem of skull could be seen filling the back of the scrolls. Two other helpers brought the two adventurers to stand on a magic circle, also located on the same stage. After that, with a skull nailed with a severed index finger of unknown origin on its forehead, in his right hand, and two scrolls in his left hand, Saul began to murmur some words.

He fetched Saul's phone from the table next to him and handed it to him. “Don’t regret it!” Saul shuddered and took the phone. With this last glimmer of hope, he called the foreign boss involved in smuggling. Beep, beep. The phone rang for a while before the call finally got through. “Hello, Mr. Richard, I’m Saul Seed. I’m now—” “F*ck you, Saul! What the hell did you do? Why is our base destroyed? I’m going to kill you!”

“I need you to fix me up, Saul.” “Arg, what ‘appened!” he replied in his thick country accent. He had brought his hand to his mouth and examined my three broken fingers. He was about to take my hand when Xander growled at him in a warning. I snapped my head at him and glared. This wasn’t the time to go all Alpha on the poor man. “It’s a long story, but can you reset them?” Saul scrutinized them and rubbed his thick finger under his nose. “I can, but the healin’ will be ugly,” he replied while feeling my finger bones.