Saint X Book Novels & Stories

“You have spirit. Just like your brother. He thought he could dance between fire too. But in the end, fire always wins.” Terror coils in my stomach, but I don’t look away. “You killed him.” Vincent’s eyes glint. “And Saint let me.” The words land like a gunshot. Before I can speak, the door slams open again. Saint. His eyes find Vincent first, then me, then the photo trembling in my hands. His face is carved from stone, but his eyes burn with something feral. “Get away from her,” he growls. Vincent’s smile widens. “Ah. My son. Always too late.”

Zayn felt rather touched in his heart. He looked at Lysithea and said, “As a member of Sicut In Caelo, aren’t you afraid that you’ll be punished by The Saint for doing this?” Lysithea shifted her gaze and said, “I grew up in the organization, so The Saint won’t kill me. However, you’re different. You’re the son of the previous Saintess, and you’re considered a disgrace to The Saint in a certain sense. He was planning on killing you from the start. You’d better run now!”

I used a small bit of magic to summon one of my books, my mates hissing at me as it caused my Heat to flare and I groaned, grabbing my stomach as it crackled painfully. Xavier's eyes flashed with anger, "Tiny." I leaned against Theo, settling my breathing and opened the book. "It was in my altar room. You know you can't go in there." Gabriel cleared his throat. "Ouch, darling. I'm right here." I gave him a scowl. "Shut up." He smirked but let me read for a few moments. "What is that book?" Xavier asked, ducking to try and see the nameless cover.

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.

He repeated. Oops. His super hearing, always my downfall. Strangely, his and others' hearing ability is way better than humans though, but again they all are spies so... I rested my head on my fist, "It was just an observation. Who steals a book from a child?" I opened my mouth. Gio leaned on the counter across from me, "Someone who doesn't want you to grow up stupid. You'll thank me one day." I gasped and pointed at him, "Name calling!"

“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?"