Eternal Saint King Novels & Stories

"The ritual I did, Saint fall, allows the supreme daughter to make a wish to the goddesses. One wish that break all rules of this world. In exchange-" "-You must lose your blessings." Sol finished for her, fists clenched. It didn't take a genius to guess where this was going. "Exact. Ding Ding Ding. Sol is as smart as always." "Why? You know that the king automatically gets one wish once he takes the throne. You could have waited for it." "No," Camelia's smile turned wry, "The divine wish of the king cannot exceed the rules. The divine wish bestowed by Saint's fall, on the other hand, can do it."

she wondered, it had popped up in the info dump she received and the voice in the dark place had said it to her right before she first woke up here. "Regis, is an old word for king, or something. It's also connected to my phantom crest," The crest hissed at her and information found itself in her subconscious. "There are other Regis out there, I can almost feel them, and they can feel me. We're all connected… like a network."

He sipped a little before he continued. “Don’t worry” He assured in a much comfortable tone “Your Body is built stronger and more powerful than a mere human. Basically, you’re now an Immortal. You’re strength alone can take a battalion of monsters. Not even thousands of Giants and demons can graze you. That’s how powerful you are right now” He just stood there looking at the man. “Still won’t believe it, do you?” the old man suddenly asked. Navi, the innocent man quickly nodded in agreement.

Through the mist of misleading plots and opinions, only a few people truthfully know what really happed at that moment. Twenty years after the king passed, a young man was able to find out that he was a Sin. He claims to be the reincarnation of the late king as he had visions of the past. Relying on his instincts and trusting his visions, he travelled the world in search of Sins like him to resurrect the wrecked honor of the fallen angels. He was able to find some and that’s when the new era of reborn Sins began.

But that was impossible. "get out" Feyre told him. "I can't tell you exactly what is going on my queen, the king swore me to secrecy" Reni told her, trying to look harmless. "So you won't tell me anything?" Feyre asked. "I can give you little hints" Reni compromised. "Okay, that's fair. Let's hear your little hints" she told him. "The king is using the eternal chaos to keep something alive." "Something, is it a vampire?" Feyre asked.

Besides, he was on the verge of leveling up to saint honor, so he wanted to take that opportunity to experience the essence of saint energy. Their bodies became a blur as they moved around the place. The contact of their attacks caused a strong wind to rise in the surrounding air. Jesse and the rest of the patrol guards were genuinely shocked by the spectacle in front of them. How was it possible for Darryl, a saint king, to be on par with their captain, a saint honor?

“This throne belongs to the demon king and only the next demon king should sit on it.” “I am the demon king!” he announced. “A demon king without the eternal fire? Huh, some demon king indeed,” the woman mocked. “It’s only a matter of time and my fire would naturally come to me,” Kaiden bragged. “And when that day comes, I hope you will still be as brazen as you are now.” “Let me tell you how the eternal fire works. It naturally takes over the next successor, it doesn’t need to be forced like you are doing now. Trust me young demon when I say that if you continue in this path, you are leading your soul to eternal damnation.”

Zayn did not understand the Saint’s remark. “Your Majesty, are you seriously injured?” “I won’t die yet for the time being,” said the Saint nonchalantly. Zayn was slightly at ease after hearing that. “Zayn.” The Saint called out to his name once again. “You’re back this time because you wish to inquire from me about the path to invincibilis state, right?”

With a small grimace he mumbled “You are an Eternal” Crystal’s declaration of Eternal Damnation and the chant that led to it clearly stated her race. And realization of this caused the Origin King’s frown to transform into a cheerful smirk. For though he had remained in the background all these years, he knew who Eternals were. And he knew that they were servants to no one. They made sacrifices for no one – not even for themselves. They only served one person “The Supreme”