Saint Seiya Watch Novels & Stories

This was something from the stars. Kairi helped me to my feet, his arm still tight around me. The cosmic power that had radiated from him during the fight was now banked, controlled, but I could feel the immense pressure of it, a sun contained within his flesh. His eyes, however, were fixed on the ship, not with fear, but with a grim, weary recognition. “The Watchers,” he murmured, the word tasting of cold vacuum and ancient dust. “You know them?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

The directive does not come. Seraya is at the temple's interior edge, positioned where the ruin's wall provides cover, her presence read through the Direwolf bond-sense that the merged power's occupation has not eliminated from the channels, the wolf-nature persisting underneath the merged soul the way the original hybrid power persisted. She is watching with the gold eyes that carry Ronan's assessment quality and she is not moving, reading the scene in front of her with the complete attention of someone who understands that this is the moment and that the moment does not benefit from interruption.

My teacher ran towards me and tried to control my body as the seizure took hold. Aliyah held me down, but more vision was coming assaulting my senses. I looked up, and I saw people around me. Every one of them was consumed by fire. All my classmates and the school were burning up. The big dark shadows with dark wings were pulling down everyone to the fire. It was like a bonfire of people. Then, I saw him walking towards me. His blue eyes are full of anger. He is coming for me with the bloodied sword in his hand. I scream and run as far away from him.

The golden light dissipates into thin air. "Ah, I forgot the side effect..." Seiran sighed as her sight is blurring. The last thing she saw is a tall and handsome male, with flawless skin, fainting beside her. "Daddy, husband sure is a handsome man." She giggles as the thought is fleeting away along with her own consciousness. Darkness soon takes place. Mochi blinked its eyes. Then, a sudden realization is flashed by its mind. (I should probably remind the host to find a place to hide before they performed the healing ritual. Hmm... Whatever. This mighty system will just put a barrier around you guys. No one will saw you as long as you are inside.)

He wore black ceremonial armor marked with the crescent symbol. The people respected him. Followed him. Yet his expression remained empty. His gaze wandered constantly. Searching. Waiting. For someone who would never return. The vision dissolved. Elyra felt her chest tighten. "What is this?" The crimson Elyra answered quietly. "The future if you choose the silver path." Silence. The silver path. Renew the seal. Save the world. Lose themselves. Then another vision emerged. This one bathed in crimson light. The Legacy stood fully awakened.

The flickering glow of a single candle illuminated the hunched figure sitting at a low table, her fingers tracing patterns in a shallow bowl of dark water. The Seer looked up, her silver-white eyes fixing on Elara immediately. “You’ve seen the gate.” Elara’s breath hitched. The Seer rose slowly, her movements graceful despite her age. The candlelight cast shifting shadows across her face, making her seem both ancient and otherworldly. “You bear the mark of the Watcher,” she continued. “And now, it seeks to claim what was promised.” Elara’s fingers instinctively brushed against her wrist—the spot where the shadows had curled around her in the clearing.

Ezra muttered. "Yes. They have venomous tails and can fly very fast–” said Axias. Everyone was silent. "And don't forget one thing, Your Majesty," Ezra said quietly. "They have a Saintess who bears Ayja's third eye." Saintess was a necessary existence in times of peace as well as war with their extraordinary healing abilities. It was said that as long as one hadn't died yet, a Saintess would be able to heal all serious and minor injuries, even most diseases and poisons.

She was entering a club with a probable customer. Maybe get a little drink before taking off. She wasted no time. She followed them and observe them for a while. It was when the man she was with left to get a drink that she approached her. “Three hundred. Follow me.” She laid the bills on the table. Suzanne took them with confusion. She didn’t recognize the girl but she followed her anyway. Meghan marched toward the rear exit while Suzanne followed her. When they were outside Suzanne started to asked questions.

Dorian's fury was impossible to describe, each blow ignited by decades of heartache, pain, and loss. Simon yelped and shoved Dorian away, but before he could get up, Lena and Mateo launched themselves from both sides. Their blades plunged deep, dark blood pooling on the ground. Simon stumbled, his energy draining away from exhaustion. But he laughed, a warped and shattered laughter. "You think you can kill me? I am immortal!" "No," Amelia stepped in. "You are done for." She brandished the tooth of the Moon Goddess, and with a scorching explosion of silver fire, she shoved it deep into Simon's heart.

I ask, trying to keep firm eye contact as I wait for him to answer. He closes his eyes but doesn't let go. He nuzzles my neck, breathing a soft sigh before the words pour out of his mouth. "It was not Zack who sent me to watch over you, it was the Seraph Council," he admits, "I have known you longer than you realize and have been your Watchman since before you began fencing with your grandfather." He swallows and keeps going. "He knew even back then that the Seraphian battles were inevitable-he just did not know when they would happen or even if anyone would be chosen." The corners of his eyes bunch up and for the first time, I actually see his face brighten up into a slight smile. "Me?" I