Eternal Saint King Novels & Stories

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.

Elder Yang asked with a weird expression on his face. "No? Can you please explain more, Uncle Yang?" Tsarayu realized something was wrong from Elder Yang's expressions. "Have you heard about Saint King Xianwu?" Elder Yang asked Tsarayu while looking at this sword. "Of course I have, uncle Yang, in this world who hasn't heard about Saint King Xianwu?" "He was the first ruler of this continent. The heroic king, known for his bravery and strength. He was the one who brought salvation to humans," Tsarayu continued talking. He had known all these from the memories of Tsashi.

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.”

It was none other than The Saint, Caelum Caesar. Actually, he had not shown up physically but had merely projected his voice. Even so, everyone there could feel The Saint’s magnificence, as if he was God Himself. The Saint was a being that permitted no offense nor blasphemy. If one were to describe Ezra as the king, Saint Caelum was God. However, there was one person who did not kneel down upon hearing The Saint’s voice. She did not show any devotion or respect. On the contrary, she expressed her resentment and rage. She was none other than Hayley.

A spectator would have mistaken them for four mad men who had successfully escaped the asylum. "We are Eternals. Our will is eternal. We will rise with the Supreme One. The Universe cannot bind us. For we are its binders." In this strange atmosphere filled with the crazed looks of possibly crazy men, this solemn vow was recited. The emperor looked towards where the illusionary eternal throne stood, with the actual King of Eternal Empire seated on it and said with a kind smile, "Girl, you best remember that."

While Saint was an immortal, he could still get injured, and since he was fighting for Harper, he couldn't lose this battle. Jack spread his wings, and his nostrils flared. The ice beam was coming, but Saint stood entirely still instead of evading. He was the nymph king, which meant he could turn into any of the nymph forms: alseid, lampad, naiad, oread, and dryad. And while the dryad form was the one he could perfectly control, he was settled on becoming an oread of fire today. Jack blasted ice, and the crowd shouted. "Look, the nymph king is about to get frozen solid!"

At this moment, Nek’s voice said again, “Celeste, you are an Eternal. Who gave you the courage to call me by my name? Don’t you know that you can’t insult a Saint in Star Kingdom? This time, for the sake of your teacher, I will give you a small lesson. If you dare to call me by my name again, I will destroy you directly, even if your teacher comes to me, I will still be in the right.” At this moment, Nek was no longer as casual as when he lectured Nova just now. He finally showed a demeanor befitting of a Saint. Saints belonged to the small group of people who stood at the top of the pyramid in Star Kingdom, and they could participate in the formulation of the rules in Star Kingdom. There ha

Panic cut through the haze of heat. Arthur stumbled backward, his right hand flying instantly to the hilt of the ceremonial sword at his hip. His fingers fumbled against the leather grip. "Stay back," he rasped, his voice raw. He tried to draw the blade, but his wrist was weak, the steel catching in the scabbard with an uncoordinated, metallic screech. "I am your King, Malakor. Step back."