Saint 14 Novels & Stories

“I had no reason to become as unreasonable as you.” “Oh, you had,” he said, maintaining eye contact with me. “You don’t have to deny it. Anyone who has read the biographies of the sixty saints can tell. Saints have been jinxed with the worst kind of curse — love. There’s bound by rules, then there’s bound by love.”

“Come here, Alpha. We’ve all missed you.” Saint hesitates, not sure what to think. I can feel his indecision. Divided between nervous to be rejected by her and wanting to sit as close as he can. There’s something else that I can’t put my finger on. “Saint, go ahead. She wants you to come closer.” “D-don’t you see it?” He says in awe as he steps forward. “I can’t believe it. Holy shit.” “What? What’s wrong?” I try to push forward to see what he’s looking at.

"More. Give me more." Saint added a second finger, then a third, stretching the opening. He began to curl his fingers, searching for the prostate. When he hit the exact spot, Nicolas's entire body stiffened. A loud, unrestrained scream ripped from his throat, his back arching so high only his heels and head touched the bed. "There it is," Saint whispered, his eyes darkening. "I've got you.”

Saint says with an evil smile, his fangs showing and making him look more devilish. Saint nods his head at his men and they immediately grab Maxwell, holding his hands still on the chop board. “I am sorry. Please, please. Don't do this. I beg you." Maxwell starts to cry, fear written clearly on his face as he begs Saint. He searches around for someone to save him from this devil, bit everyone just watched on silently. His pleas fall on deaf ears as Saint ignores them. Saint raises the knife, bringing it down on his wrist and successfully chopping his hands off.

Saint asks. “Probably, buddy,” I say dryly, “It is cursed silver after all.” “Shit. I didn’t think about it that way when I promised Lex,” he grumbles. “Saint, it’s too late now. We just need you to concentrate, alright? See how many people are here? You want them to think you’re weak?” There is a moment of silence before he huffs at me. I feel his strength bolster as I let myself look at Kas and Amari, “Let’s do it.”

Was Santi still called as the number one person who should not be provoked if he can be easily appeased? Worse, the instigator's target was his beloved daughter, Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea. With Santi's nature, how could he let this go? He could search the entire Larin Continent if he so desired. If he wanted to ask the assistance of the Church of Larin, Santi just needed to ask the Pope. How could they turn down his request? Minerva was more than just the daughter of a Saint Archmage. She was also the daughter of the most powerful Holy Maiden.

Seth called the don's name to get his attention, and he immediately responded and looked at him. “Pagbabayaran mo ang pang-iinsultong ginawa mo sa lahi ko. Putang ina mong hayop ka! (You will pay a big price for insulting my race. You son of a bitch!)” Seth was furious as he cursed Don Fabio. Don Fabio stares at Seth as the young man prepares to leave, unsure of what will happen next. Seth simply smiled at the clueless and arrogant old man before turning his back and walking away, but before he could get far, Don Fabio abruptly stood up from his seat.

"And now that he’s done exactly what you asked, you’re turning your backs on him?" More murmurs, hesitant this time. A flicker of uncertainty in their angry expressions. But then the old man’s voice booms again, cutting through the tension. “We don’t care that he has found you! The curse is still here! We need a new Alpha!” His bony finger shoots out, pointing toward the enormous statue of Santa Claus standing proudly near the entrance. "You see that?" His voice trembles with something dangerously close to reverence. "That statue belongs to the only person who has helped us all these years. A mysterious stranger who has been providing for us, keeping us alive, comforting us while our Alpha w

It was an absolute display of strength. ‘Mount Martialis, Forty-nine. I hope I win your heart back, and we’ll stay together forever!’ While she was in thought, she recalled his words during the tribulation. The elegant woman was none other than Thea, Timaeus Sect’s Saintess, who had quietly come to participate in the test.

"Not my brother." It's impossible but we speaking about Saint for crying out loud. If his own brother says that he is not capable of love then I might believe him. Which is quite sad to think about. Is he destroyed and filled with a void of emptiness that he even rejects human emotions. "What if he is, then how would you describe it?" I ask. "I'd say, if Saint is capable of loving someone. It will not be as pretty and light as people describe the way to being in love is. Saint's love will come out as chaotic and dark as his soul. I mean if he's this crazy imagine him when he's drugged by loving someone else. It's going to be ugly, possessive, dark, dangerous and wild and whoever is responsib