Patron Saint Book Novels & Stories

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

Matthews placated “That’s more like it. Now talk to me Steph” James said I watched on in amusement as Stephanie took her time to talk just to rile James and everyone in the room up. Seeing as they were all just as interested to know how her training went. “Well for starters, you are looking at the new gamma of alpha Chaos and I have a tattoo to show my status” Stephanie spilled with excitement as she pushed the shirt on her shoulder to show off the rank tattoo which made up of the Chaos family emblem with three moons with a star on top of each of them. And some strange writings under the whole thing.

“Callum.” She stared at it. Then back at him. “I didn’t come here to be saved.” His smile didn’t waver. “Good. I’m not the saving kind.” She let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “You ever burn a Bible, Callum?” He raised an eyebrow. “Pages, yes. Covers take longer.” Eden’s laugh was unexpected. From the belly. From somewhere older than her pain. “I’ve got one in my trunk,” she said. “Leather-bound. Stained in all the right places.”

"Can I see it?" "Oh, I'm afraid not," He said forbiddingly. "You need to be a priest to read it. But I can read some of it to you that I think might help with your problem." "Thank you Father, that's so kind!" She bobbed in excitement, bouncing her generous chest. "I always follow the Bible's advice." "Okay, let's see now," He flicked through to a random page, tilting the book so she couldn't see it. "Here we go. The Book of, uh, Fellatius."

Since ancient times, those who were crowned as the "saint" of something were all legendary figures. A few examples would be Corvinus, the Saint of Philosophy; Lucaros, the Saint of Wine; Eldric, the Saint of Poems; Zandros, the Saint of Medicine; Wynric, the Saint of Script; Garron, the Saint of War; and Phaedric, the Saint of the Sword. All of the saints above were legendary characters whose tales were passed down generation by generation. At the same time, they were the cream of the crop in their respective areas.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.

Paige's POV "You see, I have operations running across multiple cities. The club you came to last night is one of my many establishments I own. And trust me, clubs are not the only things I own." His eyes never left mine as he added, "I don't hide what I am, Paige. Especially not when someone asks me directly.” I swallowed hard as I fought the curiosity burning inside me, the desperate need to understand why the hell a man claiming to be a mafia boss was sitting before me in a doctor's office. My curiosity got the better of me and I finally forced my mouth to speak;

Magellan's eyes sparkled, and when she said this, her head shook a few times unconsciously, and her cute and fluffy bob also shook a few times. But Franka and the three of them looked at me, and I looked at you, and slowly shook their heads. ps: I read the previous post, and I have something to say. The protagonist is not just a simple tool man, nor is he just a pure warrior. It is only about thirty chapters now, and it has just begun. By the way, I’m asking for votes every day~

Amusement danced in his eyes as he looked at me, but I knew better than to think there was anything but humor in his thoughts. His infamous petsnake was wrapped around his gun which made me stumble back in horror. The little slimy thing with its cream body and white dots littered over its skin. To the outside world and the People’s Magazine, Salvatore was Italy’s most eligible bachelor, while I followed shortly on the list. A thorough business man that helped develop the city, taking care of the less privileged, a true humanitarian. Here, in the underworld, we knew him for what he was. A brutal murderer, whose presence alone carried the weight of fire and blood.

'' the king almost scoffed at the priests, he concluded that -at least- not all of them were involved, if the decision was consensually made by the holy council, then Sara would have been killed right away and the whole accident would be blamed on the pitiful excuse of a human named Patrick, but instead, she was moved back to her room and he was informed. ''Your Majesty please listen to us, That book...'' ''What about the damn book?'' ''It is not a book, It is a demonic tool, it is called a demonic gate, since the time they were defeated and cursed, the demons had left their eyes and ears in our world, to spy on us until the time of their return, this book is none other then one of those ey