Saint 14 Novels & Stories

I dropped the phone and turned away. Wait. ‘My password is 1402. My birthday. Don't forget it.’ Saint had told me months ago when my phone was faulty. I grabbed the phone again and typed in the password. It worked. I opened their chat wall…and it was completely one sided. Lots and lots of messages from Diana and not a single response from Saint. It looked like he didn't even open them, until I did. He was definitely going to know that I went through his phone. ‘Saint, what are you doing?’

Demi-Saint! The realization dawned on Earl Greenfield that demi-saints were individuals at the pinnacle of power. Except for the Saints, no one could rival their might. These were formidable beings capable of decimating cities and causing widespread chaos. Compared to them, a mere Earl like himself seemed insignificant, akin to ants in their eyes. Despite his usual calm and composed demeanor, Earl Greenfield couldn't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that a demi-saint was on his side. The reassurance of having such a powerful ally alleviated some of his apprehensions.

Nova looked at David with some doubt. She did not understand why someone like David did not even know the division of Saint Realm. ‘Didn’t the force he belongs to tell him about this matter?’ However, Nova suppressed the doubts in her heart and patiently explained, “Saint Realm is indeed divided into three ranks like Eternal Realm. Those who are new to Saint Realm like Nek are Pre-Saints, and the next is True Saint. I think Elder Red's teacher, Eira, is a True Saint, and the last rank of Saint Realm is Sacred Saint Rank. Currently, the known Sacred Saints in Star Kingdom can be counted on one hand. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that there are other hidden Sacred Saints, but there won’t b

Severin had gone from strength to strength since his initial rise to prominence. He held his own against two prodigies in the ruins, then launched a fatal counterattack on Uzair and inflicted severe injury on Sian. Finally, his most recent feat was a breakthrough to level nine supreme saint just several moments ago. It all felt like a fever dream for Celeste. Ordinary supreme saints would have difficulty advancing even through each small stage, as they would have to open at least forty meridians and fill them with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth before being able to move on.

She forced her gaze away, begging not to see. The blurred pain was almost a sick reward, a medal men twice my age wouldn't be able to carry. I looked back to my father, who was grinning slyly, chuckling as he clapped with everyone else. I blinked down at my hand, letting a small smirk appear. I am Lorenzo Romano, and I am the fucking devil.

She let the betrayal coat her like ash. And then she got up. Washed her face. Put on his favorite sundress. And went to church. Because it was Thursday. Because the quarterly audit was in six days. Because if she was going to burn the whole damn thing down, she needed to know what kind of kindling it was made of first. The sanctuary still smelled like guilt. Even after the candles were snuffed out and the choir robes were pressed and packed away, it lingered—in the carpet, in the wood, in her throat. The smell of devotion gone sour. Of secrets soaked into the upholstery. Of her own obedience rotting in real time.

Scarlet asked, her voice completely shaken. I looked down and saw that the attacker was Marcus. What the hell was going on? The familiar screen appeared again, and I could finally read the comments to get a sense of what was happening. As it turned out, Marcus had somehow convinced Scarlet to sell me to a wealthy pervert, Brutus Villaine, in exchange for more supplies and resources. I learned new, surprising things about my good, "saint-like" older sister every day. I immediately turned to look at her with a questioning glare. She avoided eye contact with me, wanting to explain things, but she couldn't find the words to explain herself.

But as I rounded a corner, I bumped into someone. I mumbled an apology and looked up, meeting the eyes of a handsome, or should I say beautiful, man. He was tall and muscular, with dark, messy hair. He wore a plain black t-shirt and black cargo pants. His jawline was sculpted perfectly, his face smooth and flawless, with perfectly trimmed stubble. Studs adorned both ears, and a chain hung around his neck. My eyes fell on his body, drawn to the tattoos that clung to his forearm and neck.

Zainy bow his head in defeat and pays his respect to the one and only Maximo Santino. " Iris Saint is all yours Maximo " He said softly.

Saint’s voice bubbles up in my hazy mind. “YOU CAN’T HIDE FROM FATE, JUSTICE.” Saint’s voice bursts out from my mouth. “If it’s time for a pup, you can’t stop it. Do your fucking job.” “What the fuck, Saint?” Lenora unbuttons my work shirt and pulls my arms out, then puts the t-shirt over my head. “Stand up so I can help you with your pants.” Saint has always had a problem with Justice and I’ve never understood why. He takes verbal jabs at her whenever he gets a chance. Me being drunk makes it easier for him to take control when I can’t.