Saint X Book Novels & Stories

She finally answers “ His father was son of an Alpha he was not the next Alpha of the pack but I met him while I was in New York on business I was just learning the ropes of the family business when I was in New York working one of the hotels my parents owned out there I was going to be there a year before coming back her and starting to train as the next Alpha of the Arctic Snow pack, I just 17 and I was guest at the Black Moon pack, the son Declan was the next Alpha he was sweet and kind and then you Xavier he was rude me and money hungry. They were Hybrids like me their mom was a pure witch and their father was a wolf, They both had witch magic which I found very odd because normally both

The voice sounded quite familiar to me. I suddenly paused before starting to drift forward quickly. My soul was bound to the accessory on Xavier's chest—a lucky charm I had gone to great lengths to obtain from a church on the mountain. Judging from the speed at which my soul was being tugged along, Xavier was likely being dragged along the floor by someone. There was no other explanation for it. A gloomy-looking young man with messy hair that pretty much covered his entire face was dragging Xavier across the floor. The young man looked like he wanted to kill someone, and his target was Xavier.

his blue eyes glued down at my blood, and then, I saw a flash of red inside those blue orbs but it left as soon as it came. Weird, they all are weird. But I know one thing, I shouldn't be scared. Father is a priest, a god's man, so he is not capable of doing anything bad, he couldn't even touch other women, let alone hurt someone, or me. And others, they're spies and they kill people. But I know they'll never hurt me. However, today it felt so strange, I've never seen them act this way before, it's very scary. Was it because of my blood, but why my blood will affect any human, it's not like they are vampires, vampires don't exist anyway, everyone knew they are just a myth.

“No. Just… save Zoe. My world’s already over without Elijah. We were meant to be together. In our next life, we will be." I stare at her for a beat, then scoff, but I don’t argue. Every second I waste here, Zoe is in danger. I turn and sprint out of the training grounds. The cold night air burns my lungs as I push my body faster, ignoring the sting of my bruises. Serena’s office isn’t far, and when I burst inside, my eyes immediately scan the room. There—against the wall—a towering bookshelf filled with old, dusty tomes. I run my fingers across the spines, searching—until my fingertips brush against something smooth, almost glass-like. The green book. I pull it.

I'm about to pull the cigar out when Bryce walks in. “It better be worth it.” “Mr Reynolds Saint-McCarthy gave me a reply. He wants to meet.” I raise my head with interest and a thud is heard as I release the man’s body. He's still alive, but weak. Bryce will finish him off. “Arrange a meeting and the money.” Reynolds' past crimes are coming back to haunt him. I let out a devilish smile, the thought of destroying that family feels so satisfying. Watch your back, Vaughn Saint-McCarthy. La bete is coming for you!

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

Coasting through the safety checklist, I slip inside and close the door with a reassuring clang. The aroma of lavish leather mingled with the tiniest hint of whiskey assaults my nostrils in the coolest way possible. "Done with your therapy?" Saint's voice is buttery smooth, like silk, as he grinds through the pleasurable agony with the girl he's fucking via the phone. "Yep." "How was it?"

He tucks away his rosary, reopening that cut across his palm. “Henry, don’t!” the spirit inside Jessi Ross wails, and I tense up all the further, running through the possibilities of just what that dripping line of blood from Sicillio’s palm is intended to conjure. “Do not use that name,” ‘Christopher’ snaps, eyes burning into Renata. “I am Saint Christian now, the only true saint.” His eyes dart to the real Christian in blistering glare. “And I said I would not suffer to see you again, you bloodsucking—”

I say while repressing the groan of desire that wants to escape my lips. If I were less patient, I would follow her now, but tonight has been fruitful. I learned she is one of the founding members of The Sacred Mist Coven, along with Felix and another friend and that she lives in South Boston with her boyfriend who she was reluctant to return home to and that she works at a coffee shop called Mary’s Beans. A quick internet search while she and Felix were chatting about some herb shop, showed me that Mary’s Beans has 6 locations and one is in South Boston. I guess that will be the one she works at. “You seem more than just casually interested in her,” Felix observes.

After giving up on research, I had every intention of enjoying a romance novel in the library for the rest of the day, but when Xavier came in the library looking for me, I knew from the look on his face that he had other plans. He had reached out his hand requesting to read the page I was on. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that I was reading a particularly spicy scene. My flushed face gave everything away. Xavier’s nostrils flared as he finished reading the page I was on. In the book the main characters were fucking on the floor of the library when another male character joined them. They filled two of her holes and plowed into her in the middle of the stacks. “I can smell