Saint 14 Novels & Stories

It was called San Morio Port and was a medium-sized seaside city. He also learned that the people here practiced cultivation too. However, their cultivation method was different from The Nine Continent and they did not have internal energy, but their energy was called saint energy. He also learned that the saint energy was divided into many levels: Saint Master, Saint King, Saint, Saint Emperor and Saint God. Each level was further divided into lower, intermediate and upper levels.

Plus, he is controlling his bloodlust very well. "Ten..." "I swear Saint, I have no intention to hurt you! And that plan isn't dead!" Gayle said nervously. "Nine..." "Oh, come on. I know you can't hurt me! I've been with you since you were 15!" "Eight. Do you think so? It's not because you've been with me for a long time that I won't hurt you. You know me, Abbygayle. You. Know. Me." Saint said sternly to Gayle.

CHAPTER 98 — THE SACRIFICE GAME The storm raged above the city, turning the night into a chaotic symphony of thunder, wind, and lightning. The docks were a shattered mess, still echoing with the aftermath of the shadow creature’s destruction. Water swirled around broken beams and shattered metal, and smoke mingled with the mist in a haze that made the air thick and electric. Riven stood at the edge of the pier, chest heaving, eyes locked on the crimson glow where the chains suspended the figure. His heart screamed with recognition: Saint. Alive—but in unimaginable pain.

Once she realized I knew, she dropped the act. "Let me explain. Julian has cancer, and this was his dying wish. We've known each other for so many years, and I couldn't just let him die with regrets. You understand that, don't you?" She kept getting more confident and righteous, as if she were doing something noble. I'd be a complete asshole for not understanding. I almost laughed out loud in disbelief. It was the first time I'd heard someone describe cheating as noble and virtuous. I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?"

I slowly lay back, uncertain of how to start the en- tire catastrophe happening. Saint slid his hand down my belly, and I swallowed the moan that rolled to my tongue. Lowering his heated mouth, he licked my nipple before nipping at it with his teeth. Heat curled in my belly, with how his fingers trailed over my stomach, drawing the runes for fertility. I understood why he did it, considering he was here to destroy me, and he promised to breed me for his heirs. Saint shifted, causing me to tense, forcing his eyes to lift to mine. Some- thing passed over his face briefly, but before I could figure out what it was, it had vanished behind the mask he wore.

The Southlands priest once prophesied that the Duke of Winslet's house would produce a Saintess who could command every beast alive. I'd hidden the golden serpent mark on my wrist since childhood, but my cousin, Rose Winslet, flaunted a poisonous snake coiled around hers every day. When the marriage decree came, she got exactly what she wanted: the Crown Prince. I was given to the Seventh Prince instead, a man with two ruined legs whom the entire court despised. For six years after that, I trained hawks to carry messages and drove wolves through enemy lines, and it was my hands that put him on the throne. The day he was crowned, I told him, overjoyed, that I was the true beast-commandin

##Chapter 14: Cassidy Book One: Stay It's not quite seven in the morning as I run through the sleeping streets of the small-town Western University calls home. The sun is just beginning to peek over the horizon, washing everything in a soft pink glow. The air is crisp, the leaves overhead vibrant in their orange, red, and yellow colors.

“Look, whatever this is, you got the wrong guy. I don’t know you people.” The man stepped off the bike and crouched in front of him. “No, Damian,” he said. “We know exactly who you are.” Damian froze. “You’re a patch with the Dead Revenants,” the man went on. Damian’s stomach turned. He couldn’t deny it. “What do you want from me?” he asked carefully. The man smiled without warmth. “Name’s Dez. I’m president of the Brotherrrs of Steel. We’ve been watching you.”

Their muffled shuffling leaks through the container like ghosts clawing to be let out. I pop a mint into my mouth, letting the sharp burn spread across my tongue and settle into my freezing insides. I don’t know why the hell I forgot my good smoke in my other car. Shit. Should’ve brought it. “Cameo,” I mutter, glancing sideways at him. “You got any of the good smoke I take?” It’s a pathetic attempt to drown out the guilt pressing against my ribs. Forty girls. Ages ranging from nine to twenty-one. All virgins.

"I promise you... I'll avenge your death. I'll avenge your unfinished task. I will bring hell towards those people who plotted against you..." Saint finally came inside the main party hall of the resort. He saw few influential people inside the venue. They were holding wine glasses while faking their laughter towards other people. He heard a lot of show-offs that completely made him laugh a little. "Filthy dudes with their bling-blings," he commented. He is still in his bell boy's uniform. But compared to the outside mess, the people around didn't care about him. It is the relief he is waiting for. "I'm not catching their attention, right?" he asked through the earpiece.