Saint Seiya Gold Saints Novels & Stories

At the far end stood the High Cleric, his staff crowned by a gem that burned with the same inner light that now pulsed beneath her skin. He smiled when he saw her stir. “You have returned to us.” Elysia swallowed, throat raw. “Returned?” “You crossed the threshold between flesh and faith. The Light has chosen you.” He came closer, robes whispering. “You are the Saint of Light.” The words slid through her, half-heard, half-believed. Her hands lay limp at her sides until a faint shimmer caught her eye. Veins of gold threaded through her arms, pulsing faintly with each heartbeat.

Seth called the don's name to get his attention, and he immediately responded and looked at him. “Pagbabayaran mo ang pang-iinsultong ginawa mo sa lahi ko. Putang ina mong hayop ka! (You will pay a big price for insulting my race. You son of a bitch!)” Seth was furious as he cursed Don Fabio. Don Fabio stares at Seth as the young man prepares to leave, unsure of what will happen next. Seth simply smiled at the clueless and arrogant old man before turning his back and walking away, but before he could get far, Don Fabio abruptly stood up from his seat.

Cadogen rolled his eyes. “The same thing.” Kael stood with his hands fisted at his side. For a moment those fists were my mothers fists. My mothers fists were coming at my face. I shook my head “We are not the same. We are different species.” Kael’s chest was heaving. Cadogen stood gracefully. “Both have magical powers, both live in magical lands, both have pointy ears.” Cadogen gestured toward Kael's ears. Which I hadn’t noticed before. His ears were short pointed like a dagger. They accentuated his sharp features. That must be why I hadn’t noticed them before. Power started to bubble around Kael’s hands. I scooted my chair back trying to get away from him. The chair made an awful scraping

The sovereign gold in his eyes was being swallowed by a bruised, heavy purple. He felt it through the bond. The 'Gold-Madness'. A collective, psychic shriek of a thousand years of discarded pain finally finding a voice. The Failed weren't attacking a fortress; they were attacking the concept of existence. "Papa, tell the pipes to stop," Leo whimpered, his stuffy-nose breathing turning into a shallow, desperate whistle. "They're... they're biting the water." On the monitor, the Gold-Mad berserkers slammed their bodies into the primary intake of the Golden Well. The reinforced lead casing buckled. I felt the violation in my stone marrow. They weren't just breaking the equipment; they were clim

Goldfire drips from my fingertips, sizzling where it hits the stone. "Lily!" Arthur's voice is distant, muffled. The storm whispers in my ear, its voice like cracking ice: "Let us in." I press my hands to my stomach, feeling the power there—not just mine, not just hers, but something older. The goldfire surges, brighter than ever, painting the cathedral walls in hues of dawn. For one terrifying second, the storm parts. And in the clouds, vast beyond comprehension, a pair of golden eyes opens. "Mother," the wind sighs.

“We were attacked and somehow you got separated from us. You were attacked by one of the Shtrigas and passed out, right when I found you. It will take some time for you to feel 100% again, so you will have to take it easy and rest.” I nodded my head and looked down at my folded hands. “What are Shtrigas?” “In layman terms, a soul eater. They feed on people's souls and if you are ever lucky to get away from one it takes a bit to recover.” “Are we in Daemonium?” I ask with some hesitancy and he nods. I look out through the balcony doors and see an orangish purplish sky behind some mountains. “How long have I been out for?”

“It remembers wars. Names. Gods that bled. It says... I’m the echo of someone who never got to finish what he started.” Troy’s expression darkened. “Daisy. He’s too young for this.” She gripped the railing tighter. “We don’t have a choice. The old bloodline carries more than a name.” The High Seer extended a hand. “Then let the flame speak.” Elian inhaled. His eyes flickered gold — bright gold. A gust of wind rippled outward from his body. Dust lifted from the stones. A deep hum pulsed through the ground. The statues began to shake.

At the same time, the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast that was hundreds of meters long and burning with flames appeared with a roar and charged at the Metallic Mantis Demon Saint with its terrifying dazzling flames. A surprised look flashed across the eyes of the two Demon Saints, the Golden-scale Blood Crocodile and the Giant Blood-red Goat. They darted toward the enormous light ball in the sky at the same time. "We can't let that witch refine the 'God-suppressing Seal'." The Golden-scale Blood Crocodile Demon Saint shouted loudly. Surprisingly, neither of the two Demon Saints attacked Ding Hao. No one paid attention to the middle-aged man of letters who had been standing there quietly.

Raymond stared at Severin with his mouth agape. He knew that Sian was blessed with the Golden Spirit Constitution and had always been regarded as the Gahrrs' prodigy. Sian was perfectly capable of killing someone stronger than him, even at a young age, and Peak Master Myles of the Seventh Mountain had specifically cautioned them about being careful around Sian. As a level eight supreme saint with the Golden Spirit Constitution, Sian's strength easily surpassed even some level nine peers. Raymond, at level nine himself, might manage to overpower him, but Severin, a level seventh supreme saint, had taken it a step further and went against three formidable opponents!

The golden sword of air vibrated with an intense energy and struck! At that moment, a golden light burst forth! "This is…" Muriel was shaking with fear as she watched. Was he really a Celestial? That sword was terrifying! As she watched, Sebastian struck with the sword. The energy seemed like a golden thread that spread out in all directions!