Saint Mjosgard Novels & Stories

The doors slid open with a racket as hundreds of gangsters with machetes poured out. They surrounded us and glared at the scarred man and his crew. "What's this? Did Mr. Amos hire another gang to do his bidding too?" the scarred man muttered. A man in his 30s stepped out of one of the vans and bellowed, "I'm Jackie Cruz of the Dragoons! Which one of you motherfuckers tried to lay hands on Mr. Grimwald?!" He kicked the scarred man, sending him sprawling to the ground.

My head hung low as all eyes turned to me. “Everyone, this is Jade Domenico,” the devil announced. The murmuring started immediately. I knew without doubt that they recognized the surname, afterall my familia was part of the elite council that ruled all of Italy. “He is required to make all my meals, and will remain on kitchen duty until I say otherwise.” He turned to an old woman whose hair was all grey. “Mathilda, show him the ropes, I’ll be down for breakfast after I shower.” “Yes, young master.” She bowed her head as he walked past the long line of workers that had come out to greet me.

He really looks like a country man. “Yes, it’s me,” He said with a smile. I ran to him and hugged him because I miss him so much. I looked at him too. His left eye never returned to normal, which makes me sad because I know what happened to his eye. Mang Berto is a kind man, he was our gardener before and I saw how my parents trusted him and loved him because he is a kind man. That is why my dad became upset when Mang Berto left because of what happened. I can’t forget how Kevin stabbed him in his left eye.That makes him a one eyed man today. It is still fresh in my head, how he screamed because of pain, and how Kevin kicked him out of the house. He is covering it with an eye patch now to h

I narrowed my eyes at the object as he raised said hand to scratch the stubble along his jaw. "I didn't peg you for the religious type," the words left my mouth without thought the second I realized what the object was. Gunnar stilled, muscles growing rigid and jaw tightening. He cleared his throat a beat later, casting his gaze onto a bunch of poppy flowers, "I'm not." "What's with the rosary then?" The rosary was beautiful from what I could see. The chain itself was a shimmering silver color with pearl beads going around. The crucifix was also silver, with blood-red ruby stones embedded into the four corners.

"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 like she was in hell, and she would not stop screaming until someone came to save her. ■■■■ Saintmau is a village of dead Vargulf werewolves. Saintmau is a village near Nagosia Forest. This village has been built in a small valley between two huge mountains with no roads. It was established by an old man named Yashiro Sakonji, who found a small lake in his backyard and began to grow medicinal herbs on it. He became known as Sakonji the Herb Master. His friends used to say that he was a sage who was a little like Gandalf in wizarding movies.

We entered the pediatric ward and a middle-aged dark-haired man with rimless glasses approached us with a wide smile. "Mr. Forbes, Mr. Carter, I'm Doctor Stanton. Thank you for sparing little time to visit," he greeted, forwarding his hand. We gave him a handshake and proceeded to his office. While we were discussing- something to do with donating to charity, something, or rather someone caught my eye. My wandering eyes landed on two women who stood in the corridor across the ward. One was a dark-skinned lady, while the other, a redhead. Squinting my eyes to get a clear view of the redhead's face, I froze when the face became clear.

A yell came from the direction in front of them as they were talking. Dozens of black-clothed guards came rushing arrogantly toward them. They were Lord Kenny Bred’s guards. The leader of the guards approached them, looked coldly at Matteo and Justin, and said, “You aren’t allowed to be here. Go away.” The leader of the guards, Christian Hodge was a Level Five Martial Saint who could simply release some aura with his powers to overwhelm and suffocate any ordinary folks. “You ask me to go away?” Matteo frowned with his condescending smile.

she said and leaned towards Iktanne's ear and whispered, "... we've heard a few days ago in the library from the proctors that the Giants were collecting gold and souls from the normals. They said that there was an insignia left on the shores of the north... which might cause a great trouble because it links back here in the Academy and the Empire." Iktanne's face was wild with shock. "What insignia was it?," she whispered back. "Well, we don't know for the bell started ringing for our next class so we weren't able to get what they were saying." The blond guy, Anthony, stood up from the other end of the couch and interrupted them, saying he'll be away to get some food. He looked at Iktanne's

he explained. "Well, that's how blindly De Rossis promote hatred towards us. Be relieved that it's going to be their last cursing at our sacred name. Get it?" Saint interrupted. That somehow eased Mark's distress. He just turned off his mic and did what he had to do. That's the only way he can accesss the main server room by saying "Kill the Mirage" in front of a mere computer.