Saint Mjosgard Novels & Stories

Iris Saint sat in the dinning room waiting for Maximo Santino that fine morning.the breakfast has been served already and she had wakes up early. The unborn baby won't let her have her way and the morning sickness keeps bothering her. She slowly turn her head to the wall clock which says it's already fifteen minutes past nine. Patient has already start leaving her. After they had returned, Maximo and her , when they returned from valley A, the Italian Mafia Boss had walk her to bed and made her sleep before he went away saying there are something he needed to do.

My previous boss was right—it was difficult to resist taking the easy route and it may have been a matter of time before I caved to the desire to have a better life. “Don’t think like that. Your dignity is not something you can get back when you lose. You might find yourself unable to sleep at night.” She might have spoken all that encouraging talk but it wasn’t very encouraging. “Hazel!” A voice boomed, which made Julia and I jump in surprise. Markos stood a distance away looking at us with a weird look on his face. How long had he been standing there? Did he hear what we were saying? I straightened my back and faced him while Julia scrambled away. Everyone feared him for a reason. He was i

He lied. Morrigan walks towards the gazebo in the garden, sitting by the marble seat in front of the pristine marble table as she looks out of the garden. The cold surface of the marble caressing her skin. "Have you recognized your offense?" She asked meaningfully. Observing Colfre's reaction, trying to see if he would recognize what offense she was meaning to tell. Colfre nodded his head briefly. Standing upright in front of Morrigan. His hands clenched beside him, his chest out. The emblem on his armor glimmering under the rays of sunlight. Morrigan rested her hand on the marble table. Propping her head on one of her hand, gazing at him with disinterest etched in her eyes.

Lady Camille asks. After several minutes of silence, Marguerite comes back. “I believe we need to let Iokaste’s fate play out, but I think there is room for intervention post mortem.” “Post mortem?! You want us to let Saint kill Kas?” My eyes bulge out. I was right to be skeptical. “Yes.” Marguerite says flatly. “Saint’s spirit contains a paranoia and anger that is hidden. Alpha Regent Bronx Andreas Mason is away of this.”

I look over to Zack, "What about school? What about his parents? He can't go back, now." Zack leans back in his chair and shakes his head, "Yeah, we need to figure a few things out," he rubs his palms together, "the good thing is, Gideon has already been assigned as his Watchman. He should be safe for the time being," he straightens up, suddenly serious, "unless he goes to the cemetery." "Who the hell is Gideon? And, why can't I go to the..." Zack clears his throat, "Gideon is one of our best Seraph Warriors and he's also been briefed on you and your family." He answers as Skylar's face drops a little.

"And thirdly, this isn't a bad place and it wasn't as if I was thinking right at the moment. All I desperately wanted was for us to get out of there and it worked. Lucky for both of us if you ask me." "Yeah, lucky to be stuck out here on the Islands of Saints!" Kairos said between laughs and was rewarded with a punch that sent him tumbling into the wet sand. "If you could stop laughing we meant be able to think of a way out of here. Athesmos is on his way to the East Gates for all we know." "Do you even have any idea why it is called the Island of Saints?" Kairos asked seriously and smirked when Gouria shook his head. "No. Why?"

Fueled by anger, Dakota felt compelled to confront Josiah. However, his path was intercepted by another figure. He glanced over and recognized the sharp-eyed individual—it was Jameson, another remarkable apprentice of Nautica. Originally summoned for a different task, Jameson had returned to the outskirts of Nautica after completing his assignment, only to witness the chaos unfolding at Nautica Hall. Without hesitation, he rushed to the scene, where he found Dakota under siege by a horde of ferocious ghosts. Swiftly, Jameson sprang into action, delivering decisive blows that vanquished countless ghosts, rescuing Dakota from peril.

Karen started to nagate to him, "it is somehow a long story and very complicated." "I am not in a hurry of going anywhere, I have the whole day to listen to you with undivided attention." "Well, Marvin was the very first project of my brother when he was still in Gordon Digital College his final year. On that fateful day, it was in the evening after their classes when they were coming from college, he was accompanied by your sister Chelsea, as they passed through JQ street, they noticed that it had been under attack because of it's environment, black gigantic smoke had covered the whole street, when they inquired from one of the victims of what had happened, they were informed that the stree

“Guys, please stop!” Moby loudly stopped. “Who are you? You’re just a measly Pre-Saint. How dare you participate in the affairs between us? Do you want to die?” Cosmo asked aggressively. He did not know Moby. As a True Saint, Cosmo had been living in seclusion all year round and rarely came out. Even if he did, he would only get to know the powerhouses at the same level and would not care about Pre-Saints.

After going through that kind of betrayal, I felt incredibly fortunate to have found her. Besides spending the New Year here, we'd also planned to hold our engagement ceremony while we were in town. At the ceremony, I heard about Winona from mutual friends for the first time in months. Six months ago, she'd found out Julian had been lying to her and had gone to his house to confront him. During their fight, she'd fallen and cut her face badly enough to leave a permanent scar. However, he had fled the scene shortly after. Margaret had already been furious when I, the sucker she could take advantage of, broke off the engagement. Seeing her daughter's scarred face only made her angrier. She tol