Romans & histoires Patron Saint Book

*** Chester stood on the shore of an island, it was an enormous island of about seven kilometers length and five kilometers breadth. It seemed to him like it was dome-shaped with an opeque glass one could not see through. He made one step towards the glass then he heard lightning sound and flash of red and white lightening strike at once. "The last saint is at the shore, he has arrived to challenge our developments," he heard an announcement coming from the dome-shaped glass just after the lightning has struck. Instantly the atmosphere which had been gay turned cloudy and dark, rumbling continued to be heard from a distance and flashing of lightning continued.

A Saint Reaper of Mafias, the reaper of those who try to oppose the sacred law of the Mirage. The old man smirked at him. "What a surprise, Saint! You've made a grand entrance again. You managed to find me. How marvelous!" he greeted the man with sarcasm. Saint's face blandly turned to the old man. Afterwards, he bowed his head and removed his hat. As he stood formally in front of him like a cunning soldier of his family, he started to speak. "I'm not going to read you all the notes. I can only do it once. And once should be enough for the front bosses to abide. However, your stubbornness seemed too enjoyable for you, eh? You still exploit artifacts that don't belong to you. For example..."

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but thankfully, the red was gone. I took a sigh of relief and straighten my back, wearing that black holy cassock over my shoulder and pure white collar around my neck; a symbol of my chastity from so many years, couldn't remember the exact date though...or year in my case. “ Father, the wolves have arrived"

And every night she prayed tо Saint Valentinus, the patrоn saint оf lоvers, that he wоuld bring them tоgether again. Tоmоrrоw, frоm this rest hоuse, the asсent оver the steep pass rоad wоuld begin, then yоu wоuld sооn reaсh the sea and finally yоu wоuld be reunited with Pierre.

Under these terrifying circumstances, the knights' gusto seemed to take a hit. Within what seemed like the blink of an eye, the Church of the Flame Dragon Lord's militia seemed to have regained their spirit. The knights, on the other hand, began to fall weaker in a steady retreat. Tarron was in shock. He knew that the Church of the Flame Dragon Lord had a Patron Saint who was said to have the power to convert anyone who listened to her speak into a believer of the church. Tarron had not expected this Patron Saint to have such terrifying abilities.

Even though the three barrels still burned, they were the only ones left in Snakeland. Just as they were about to leave, a question popped into Jon’s head as if from nowhere. A stray thought that would not go away. He called to the departing figure of Brian Elder “Which saints were they? If you know.” The man stopped and yelled from the field. “What saints?” “The saints that Goody Smith had images of.” “Why, Saint Patrick, patron of Ireland. Saint Jude, patron of lost causes. And the last . . . ” “Yes?” A crooked smile. “Saint Fond, patron of falsely accused women.”

“Why am I here Judge?'' Taylor's voice was tiny. “Because I want you to be? And stop calling me Judge. My name is Christian and it's Christian I want you to fall in love with.” *** “I was glad you called.” The dark haired beauty ran her fingertips over the back of my hand. They danced across my skin.. “You have the best boutique for what I am looking for, Vivian.” Keeping my voice even , I moved my hand away. I knew what she wanted. And maybe in the past I would have been glad to service her. Hell, before I had given in to her dark sultry good looks but those days were over. There was only one reason she was here , sitting on my champagne and giving me bedroom eyes across the table and it wa

Chapter Two: The Book of Repentance. Ciara's PoV: The lock clicked behind me and the sound went straight through my body like a second heartbeat. I stood there in the sacristy, breath caught, staring at Father Chris. The room wasn’t dark anymore. He had lit four tall candles on the side table, their flames dancing across the stone walls and throwing warm gold light over the heavy wooden table in the center. A big leather-bound book lay open on it, thick pages glowing in the candlelight.