Blind Saint Novels & Stories

Diego said "I am what you'd call a Pnevma. A host to one of the Ten Black Spirits." "Wait wait....black Spirits. " Altar said " I've only heared stories about Black Spirits. Spirits made of raw Dark Energy....i only thought those were myths" "Im as real as they come" Diego said," Theres one living inside of me. Last night you saw only a glimpse of what they can do. The thought of it is terrifying. Dorian wants my power. He wants to extract it from me and into himself so he can rule Beaunotique."

My mother’s voice, chasing after me on the bicycle once we took off the training wheels… I think she’s still alive, so is my father, and Tiffany… My eyes flutter open. I stiffen in an instant. He’s seated right across from me, barefoot, in a set of white priest’s robes. Silver eyes flickered over to lock with my own the second I raised my head, and I give a nervous swallow. I know in an instant that this is truly the Saint Christian, an immortal deity. I’ve been impersonating him in blasphemous disrespect, so of course I am quaking in fear. He brought me here to level some form of rebuke, clearly. And he really is intimidating: that aura of confidence, such strength and beauty...

I watched in horror as he moved to dump my daughter's ashes into the toilet. I shouted, "No! Please, don't do this!" Xavier chuckled. "If it means so much to you, then apologize to Reina." I nodded frantically. "Okay! I'll apologize!" I dropped to my knees, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth as I choked out the words. "Reina, I'm sorry." Xavier was not satisfied. He said, "Not good enough. Get on your knees properly and bow." I clenched my teeth so hard I thought they might crack, but I obeyed. I bowed deeply and apologized. "Reina, I'm sorry!"

Khalid answered his grip on the wheel so tight his knuckles turned white. “Okay…. None taken, I guess. I don’t expect hunters to have hearts or consider that supernatural creatures have as much right to live as you.” I rolled my eyes. “Now, what is up with that dude-bro neonate vampire back there? How do you know him? And why would he be working with the guild?” “Blaine Brook….” Khalid practically growled the name. I didn’t immediately recognize the name, but whomever the guy was, there was bad blood between them. I’ve only heard Khalid use that tone if he was talking about his mother.

“Just, just tell me who the fuck are you and get this over with! I’m so tired, tired of unveiling your fucking identity because you’re mortifying my memory of Blame!” “Mortifying is a big word, dear. Honestly, I am Blame Seirt. You should know—” “Damn you big fat liar! I saw what happened earlier! What the hell are you taking me for? I’m not a fool!” Yawning, Z stared at her with indifference. “And who, may I ask, would believe you? You’ve been very much hard-headed with my identity since then. Do you think Briane will bite your words?” She chuckled. “Or else Hail, of all wielder? No one’s any wiser, Bitch! No one’s any wiser.”

My father explains in between incapacitating guards. “We need help.” I state nervously, “there are too many of them.” “Have faith, little mother.” Helene tells me, repeating the same words which have tormented me throughout my imprisonment. “Faith can’t win wars.” I mutter, watching as Bastien’s huge black wolf rips the shifter surging around him limb from limb with brutal efficiency. Looking beyond them, I see Blaise standing before his throne, looking down on the chaos with a triumphant glint in his eyes.

FAITH The mix of embarrassment, exhaustion, and this insatiable craving just boiled over. “Oh no, no, no,” Blaze said quickly, his voice rising in alarm. He stepped closer, his hands hovering awkwardly like he didn’t know whether to pat my shoulder or… do something else entirely. “Don’t cry! Faith, come on, it’s just—okay, wait, I’ll figure it out. Just—just don’t cry, alright?” I sniffled, covering my face with my hands. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled through my fingers. “I don’t even know why I’m crying! It’s so stupid.”

Its only means one thing, he doesn't want to talk about it. "N-Nothing." I just said. I gasped and chose to go back to eating. "Not all servants of God are angels Mary. There are priests, saints and people from the bible who have sinned. Stop thinking nonsense. I-I am not an angel." I was stunned again. Saint even stutter when he said he was not an angel. I took another deep breath and chose to just believe him. "Yes of course you're not." I forced a smile before turning to Saint and kiss him again.

“It’s the least I can do.” Dante scoffed. “The devil that I have as a best friend cares about nobody but himself. So are you lying to me, or are you lying to yourself? In case you forgot, he’s not the Jade you knew when you were kids. He does not even remember you.” His words stung but he didn’t stop there. “People like us don’t deserve love. We don’t get to have Happy Endings. Whatever is going on in your head, stop it now before it's too late. End this thing with the Benedittis, we have bigger fish to fry.”

He lifted me up and tried to ram into me but I was quick to say. " No JL.. wait " My step brother wait abruptly and stare at me in confusion. " What? " " JL I'm... I'm a .. I'm a virgin " My words stunned JL totally. He let out a long sigh and pulled me to the bed beside him where he laid on. His arms circles my body for some moment before pulling away to stare down at me. " Do you want to do this? " He asked me softly and I let out a shaky sigh. " You can tell me. I will let you go now "