Blind Saint Novels & Stories

Then the Azure cloud sect ancestor raises his fist in encouragement. “Salute to the new sword saint!! The Blind Sword Saint Xia!!” The word “blind” in this context that comes out from this ancestor didn’t carry any disdainful meaning, But the opposite, it carried the feeling of respect and reverence that even if he's blind he still had the capabilities to become a Sword Saint. [Heh… Sly old fox. But… It's good to have someone that can watch my back in this alter ego of mine. I just need to ensure that he would not betray me that’s all]

Something that Zira would have never accepted if it had been obvious. It wasn’t too big of a stretch to say that Hope believed Zira was capable of something like this. It wasn’t completely unwarranted. The townies always thought the worst of anyone they deemed outsiders. But in this case, she was wrong. Zira could think of a dozen places to sell valuable books like that but it hadn’t even occurred to her to try.

"D*mn this f*ck*ng life!" He mumbled to himself as he gripped his wine glass tightly in anger. He cringes with anger whenever he thinks of his chaotic life. Because his whole life is full of chaos and violence, if he doesn't get hurt, the people around him are put in danger, so he takes double precautions and surveillance. He also can't let go of the responsibility that has been imposed on him because this has become his defense mechanism to people whose souls are evildoers. He has to be evil to protect himself and the people close to him. Apart from Spawn who is his son, there is one woman that he also needs to protect and that is River.

"Sex is not a valid present to any man." Spencer whistled, looking the other way at my words. "You're not a man. How would you know that?" "She's right," Blake answered Spencer on my behalf. "Sex, no matter how good it is, is not a present." "Speak for yourself, man."

she replied, keeping her voice low—most probably because she couldn’t speak boldly, knowing she was sold to someone who might kill her on a mere suspicion of betrayal. “Good. I don’t know about the other men he might make you meet. It’s all on you. And trust me, he will kill you if he gets even a hint that you’re blind. So never—not even by accident—let anyone find out the truth behind these beautiful eyes. You understand?” he growled, grabbing her chin harshly. “Y…Yes, Sir,” she stuttered, her tears threatening to flow. But she was strong enough to hold them back.

But Damien’s case has been able to coax them. Baji just watched unable to say anything, he really couldn’t tell if Damien was sympathetic of the victims and trying to help them and the rest of the group or he was just trying to impugn his leadership and sell himself as a more capable leader. Baji suspected it was more of the later, since he had known Damien from high school and he was just the kind of person to do such a thing, he had done it before and still wants to do it.

I couldn't help but stiffen at his touch. The whole 'dream' about Namhaid, the saol gra 'bond', the supernatural world, it was all starting to feel like too much. "Nemi, are you okay?" Declan whispered into my ear. I nodded, not wanting to make them any more suspicious. After everyone else cleared out, it was just the four of us. "Nemi, are you sure you're okay? You just don't seem like your norm." Talia said, after a few minutes of uncomfortable silence. I was staring off into the distance, trying to picture the foresty area from my dream. Namhaid told me that he will never lie to me, and for some strange reason, I actually believe him. "Yeah, I'm just still a bit foggy, I guess." I told he

He could see the lingering heat in those storm-gray eyes. “I want to believe you,” Kael whispered. “I want to trust this. But every time I close my eyes I see the things you described. The blood on your hands. The children. It does not disappear just because I want you.” Riven stepped closer until their bodies brushed. “Then let it hurt. Let it burn. But do not push me away because of it. I have given you everything. My truth. My body. My loyalty. If that is not enough, then tell me now. I will not beg.”

“I’m staying here because this is my place too. I’m your wife, Zeden. And you’re going to accept that. You’re going to learn to live with it because this is your reality now. This is fact. You’re going to keep seeing my face every single day. You’re going to hear our children’s voices. You’re going to feel them near you whether you like it or not. There’s nothing you can do about it. Nothing! Let that sink into that stubborn head of yours!” He turned around instantly. Even through the bandage, I could feel the darkness rolling off him — so thick it sent a chill down my spine. But I stood my ground, refusing to shrink. He clapped slowly, mockingly. “That was so brave, little wife. So fucking

Title: Sanctum Blurb: Twenty-two-year-old Eli Navarro is sent to an isolated monastery in the Pyrenees for “spiritual correction” after being caught with another boy in his ultra-conservative religious university. There, he meets Brother Silas, a 36-year-old ascetic monk with piercing eyes and ritual scars down his back, complete with a voice that sounds like it knows every sin ever whispered in the dark. Silas is cold, unreadable, yet terrifyingly magnetic. He’s tasked with ‘cleansing’ Eli of his 'afflictions' through fasting and intense spiritual discipline.