Blind Saint Novels & Stories

he begged. However, due to fear, no one has the courage to help him. “Aiuto… (H-help…)” He begged for help once more to those around him, but no one dared to help him. Don Basco's vision began to blur until everything went black, he lost his breath, and he died. Seth witnessed everything that happened to the old man and witnessed the uproar caused by Don Basco's sudden death.

He frowned slightly and smirked, "I understand why Blake suffered at your hands now. You are rather strong. It's a pity that your attainment level is too low for you to survive against me!" With a flick of his hand, Halbert produced his weapon—a long whip known as the Soul-Devouring Bone Whip. There were spikes all over the whip, and they were made out of spines that belonged to ninety-nine supreme saints. Further imbued within were the resentful souls of those deceased individuals

A hand dug into Lumen's hair, yanking her chin up. The warm, metal end of Thomas' gun pressed to her temple. Blair stood over Lumen, staring defiantly at Max. "Get back! Get back, right now." *** Sunday. Creed of Truth Sanctuary, Brazil. BLAIR WAS GOING TO burn this whole world down. Every man she put her trust in was rotten to the core. Her father. Her assistant. Those men she'd hired to do a simple job. Thomas. Everyone and everything was against her. She just couldn't take it anymore. She refused to go down with Sonny or Thomas. Blair was not going to be used as a pawn.

Flashback “I don’t think they even exist! Your mother is wasting her time praying to the saints to save you, Viktoria!” Belinda crossed her eyes as she said my name. I’d grown so used to her insults that they didn’t even bother me anymore. She didn’t believe in anything. She didn’t want to be anything. She had no ambition of any kind, and I knew that she would one day end up unwanted and alone. There was no way she would pass the dhampir examinations with her ridiculous ideas about our faith and no vampire male would ever want to procreate with a woman like her!

~ HYACINTH CLAUSEN ~ I parked the car in front of the Satan villa. I rolled down the window to take a good look at the villa and to make up my mind if I should stay here or turn back. My hand clenched around the steering wheels and I subconsciously started to bite my nails on the other hand. I could pretend to be strong but alone I was always like this, anxious, nervous, and scared of what others might think of me. When I was alone I always seek for the warmth of someone’s touch, not in a sexual way but in a way that could calm my monsters down. I always wanted someone who could say ‘There’s no need to bite on your nails Hyacinth, I’m here.

“I’m Xitlaly Blair, the Iustus Sectʼs saintess. Let the Iustus Light bear witness. No one shall act recklessly.” At her words, among the group of fierce disciples of the Iustus Sect, a male and a female powerhouse at the peak of Yuraeceon Daelm Rank’s Ninth Tribulation stepped forward. They stared at the Iustus Light in Xitlaly’s hand, and their expressions changed drastically. “It’s the Saintess.” “Has she truly returned?” Xitlaly immediately looked at the two and shouted, “Elders Hallie and Lyle, do you not recognize me?”

Next, the team captain of the Baseball team of Eagle Eye, with his calm nature, intellect, and sophisticated personality from the influential family that owns the famous restaurants in the country, holds the devil Leviathan as the sin of envy, Harry Stein Stanley. Lazy, and prefer to sleep as he wanted to be left alone in his world, he is a genius mind player and team captain of the mental sports of the academy’s Hydras’. His silent nature is what makes him unpredictable and the one among them by which mind is where I could hardly read. Secretive and the spy among the seven, he holds the name of the devil Belphegor and the embodiment of the sin of Sloth, Tucker Relight.

“Another soul inside you.” I froze. An old man sat on a low stool, his milky eyes staring into nothing, a string of beads clutched in his hand. His gray beard trembled as he chuckled. He was blind. How did he see me then. My grip on the chicken faltered. “What… did he just say?” Damian turned with a bored glance. “Ignore him. Street theatrics. They want money.” But the man pointed a gnarled finger in my direction. “Your steps are heavy with shadows, girl. Not from here, are you? You do not belong to this world… and yet you fight to stay.”

“Sorry, Mr. Elon, let me sit for a while to digest this.” Herbert sat in one of the chairs available. “So let me get this straight. You are not the only Saint here, but have two other women who have also crossed into Sainthood? Where do you come from?” Herbert asked, placing his hands on the table to stabilize himself. “Born and raised here in the Capital,” Blake replied, a little amused by their shock. “I’m sure you have delved into my background.”

"I'm sorry. I know this sucks." "It's fine. I'm fine." I wasn't fine but saying it out loud wouldn't change anything. "Besides, this town isn't completely terrible." "Oh?" Interest sparked in her voice. "Do tell." I smiled despite everything, thinking about dark eyes and rough hands and a voice that made my knees weak. "There's this priest." "A priest? Lilith, are you serious right now?" "His name is Father Damien and Soph, you should see him. He looks like God himself spent extra time on the details just to torture women."