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.

That night, Saint curled beside me in my bed, his coloring book clutched to his chest like a shield. I asked him gently, “Do you remember what Mommy used to say about the people who hurt her?” He nodded slowly. “She said they didn’t like when people told the truth.” “What else?” “She said one of them smiled too much. And one never blinked.” I shivered. Saint reached into his sketchbook and handed me his newest drawing. It was Lena again—standing in a room with no doors. She held the USB drive in one hand. Behind her, a shadow stretched across the wall, long and crooked.

Saint lifts his mini coffee mug, his lips touching the rim of the cup as he sips the hot bitter beverage, staring deep into my soul, reading me like an open book full of unsolved mysteries. Now, I've realized that there are two paths with my feelings towards Saint. No. 1 I want to kill him. No. 2 I want him to do unspeakable things to me. Yes he is an asshole but his assholeness is what makes me want to know more about him and I'm scared of him, terrified but also intrigued. Does that make me okay to even think about such? "Call me back in an hour." He declares before hanging up, placing his phone back into his pocket.