Saint Seiya Gold Saints Novels & Stories

The fear was overwhelming, and I clutched my chest trying to press my heart into submission, curling into a tight ball as I wept my terror silently into the furs, smothering the screams that threatened to burst free into the scent of incense he had left in the cloth, until I lay exhausted and numbed with it, staring up at the glow of the camp fires playing through the membrane of Aurien’s wing and listening to the movements of the army as it finished setting up camp and prepared the evening meal. I had overlooked the simplest explanation for the Seer’s foreseeing. Tarragon. Little dragon. Lyt Etel, Aurien had said, the elvish word for golden. Perhaps that held an element of truth. But they h

Queen Selene nodded, eyes hard, "Yes. The Goldren's are at war with Roosevelt's demons." Queen Selene met my gaze and said, "I witnessed the last battle. The other races only survived because of the Goldren's." Her blue eyes burned with respect. She continued, "Those two Goldren's — Ruby and Theo. They're myths walking. I love how they fight. The savagery. The way they grin while bathing demons in their own blood." I nodded, "That's the truth. On the battlefield, they're monsters."

(Saintess Elena Sunlight) “MAY GLORY BE ETERNAL!!!…”.(Congregation attendees) The entire crowds goes fanatically fervor following the drop dead gorgeous Saintess on the stage, dressed in all white sexy nun outfits,with a large golden necklace of a large tree and sun, whilst holding a human size tall silver mace. She is the one called and known as the pious Saintess of Aeternum Cathedral of Faith, a sun elf, and also the Director of the Aeternum Cathedral.

She started to walk and enters the door as JK’s smile draws, and he said. “Well then, on to the dread of what he wanted.” Pertaining about the Supreme one and the true HIM. He snaps his finger as the door closes and whispers. “The mirror of the gate opener and one of the five seers.” With the loud thud from the door and how everything is running smoothly and fast in Ayumi’s turn. The darkness starts as it then screams. GOLD AND SILVER. That is how the game started. “You look so beautiful my dear.”

Right as college acceptance letters went out, my golden boy of a brother, Bill Cyrus, spread a rumor that I stole his spot at Braxton University. His only proof was a single paparazzi shot of me standing outside the university gates. Of course, my parents believed him. To protect Bill's precious reputation, they forced me to take the fall. They even threatened to lock me away in an internet-addiction center for good to erase their embarrassment of their younger son—the one who dropped out and ran wild for a year. Watching my own family line up to tear me apart over one massive lie, the last scrap of hope I had for them shattered completely. I stopped holding back. I watched, ice-cold, a

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

I shook my head, raising my voice so everyone could hear. “We will be praying to the Moon Goddess,” I began, slowing shifting my eyes around the circle. “But not for her protection, nor for safe passage. No, we will be praying for her to send her greatest weapon to wipe out this stain on her domain. There is no need to speak aloud, just close your eyes and pray in whatever way works best for you. Pray that she shines her light upon us, pray that she sees us through this nightmare. But mostly pray that she sends the Silver Myst.”

Yik, torn between frustration and astonishment, lamented, "Those are my golden orbs, not your toys!" The observers noted the ethereal and ancient aura emanating from the divine little arm. Everyone looked up, a distant memory surfacing as they recognized the primordial aura. Ater tensed at the sight, exclaiming, "It's the Scion!" Kaiser added, "The Tri-Soul Saint has manifested! If the Scion is here, does this mean the other two are as well?"

A beautiful woman adorned in a cyan robe followed up, “I’m the Bird Saintess, Seraphine Tennyson. Greetings, Ms. Thea.” “Mount Saint, Kronos Bartholomew, paying homage to you, Ms. Thea.” “Water Saint, Marlowe Tiberius, presenting myself to the young lady.” The Wood Saint, Flower Saintess, Fire Saint, Weapon Saint, and Elixir Saintess, namely, Zephyrn Favian, Yucca Ysabelz, Cloven Cedric, Aether Kaelen and Ysadora Morwen also greeted Thea respectfully. After their introductions and gestures of reverence, Thea found herself astonished. The nine powerhouses radiating with immense auras before her were the strongest in the Wrymscale Source.

“Stay out of this.” “No.” Lois tilted his head slightly. “You entered my territory. You poisoned her. You do not give commands here.” The air between them shifted violently. Sean moved first. One sharp step forward while his fangs slid slowly into view. “Move.” Lois didn’t even blink. Gold runes spread brighter across his chest and arms while magic thickened around him like pressure before a storm. “You should leave Kesh Ina while you still can.” “I’m not leaving without her.”