The Hidden Saintess Spoiler Novels & Stories

Because suddenly every memory of childhood emptiness, every hidden silence, every forbidden file, every unfinished sentence from her father now pointed toward one truth: she had never been the first secret. She had been the second. Roselyn began laughing again, but this time the sound cracked midway. “Now tell her the rest.” Clara looked broken. “There is more.” Aurelia almost shouted. “Of course there is more!” Victor turned toward Clara with visible fury. “You hid this from all of us?” “I hid what kept her alive!” Before Victor could answer, the lower chamber exploded open. A metal gate beneath Marcus tore apart upward.

It belonged to her mother, Catherine. Liora glanced sideways at Mavric, who nodded slightly, confirming that he had noticed it too. Inside the box lay a small handwritten note that read: “Page 159: Julian’s greatest mistake was not taking you away, but allowing your mother to discover the secret hidden beneath this abbey.” A secret beneath the abbey? Liora recalled that Westminster Abbey was known to have a vast network of ancient tunnels and chambers running underneath it. Could Scorpion be more than just a digital system? Was there a physical component buried deep beneath the streets of London?

In actuality, I concealed from everyone just how adept at it I really was now. No one knew the truth about me. I’d managed to keep my identity as a Saintess a secret all these years. I was fully aware it would only cause more questions and force me to speak of a painful world that no longer existed. And unlike other packs, I didn’t have the luxury of downplaying what being a Saintess really was. My family and the council would know exactly what being one entailed, and they would know what I must have experienced in order to achieve such a thing - that, at some point, I had died and been reborn. And with how many marks I now possessed, I knew that it would not be easy to explain.

"You worried me but you really came back without a scratch. Berinda is Uriel's territory so I cannot intervene at will. I'm glad it went well." "No, I got attacked and that's why I have a hostage. Now that you say it, she's probably Uriel's Saintess." "You took another god's Saintess?! Since when did you start acting so recklessly?" "It was not a reckless or juvenile decision. You know what my goal is. By the way, I have a question." "What is it?" "If Adelie is Ducroft's Saintess and Denitra is Uriel's Saintess, does that mean I'm your Saintess?"

He reached out to press Abel's head down to make him lose his mind and turn him into a mindless zombie. It was then that a few figures suddenly appeared at a distance. Among them was Hero, who had not been seen for quite a while. "Haha! Chase Collins! You didn't think I was still alive, did you? Look who I brought with me." Hero laughed savagely. A few disheveled figures appeared from behind. It was Chase's sisters, Quinn and Lyana, the Sosa Saintess. They had ended up in the hands of the Secret Sect. Not only that, but Hero was using them to threaten Chase.

“I’m not leaving anyone. You hear me? We’re a team. We’re family.” “The fire, June,” Dante whispered. “Try the fire again.” “I can’t,” June sobbed. “Hecate took it. I’m empty.” “She didn’t take it,” someone whispered in the dark. A piece of the wall slid aside and a woman stepped out, wearing a stained apron, flour in her tangled hair. “Mother?” June breathed. It wasn’t the clone. Not Hecate’s puppet. This woman looked old, tired—a real baker. “The heart in the box was a trick, June,” she said. “I’m the real Sarah. I’ve been hiding in the tunnels for five years, waiting for this day.”

“Apparently, she climbed over a tall net fence—don’t ask me why—and got stuck halfway. She called her boyfriend to help, but he was too scared to climb. So this guy who secretly liked her stepped in and climbed up to save her.” Esther slowed slightly, frowning. “And?” “Well, when she realized it wasn’t her boyfriend, she freaked out. Lost it. Panicked. Her body twisted awkwardly and… well…” “Ah!” Even Esther—used to stitching up bullet wounds and sawing through bone in the OR—stopped in her tracks. She turned, eyes narrowing at the nurse. “You’re saying she was assaulted? By her secret admirer? In public?” “Yes,” the nurse said grimly. “Right there, while she was stuck on the fence.”

"These are the ones anointed in secret. Hidden vessels like you. Some will help you. Others… won’t." Isabella’s hands shook. One name stood out: Catherine Andros. Arthur was already moving, preparing provisions. "We leave tonight. If the Council plans to test you, we’ll bring the fire to them first." That night, they rode under the cover of darkness to the outskirts of Ember Hollow, guided by dreams and markings only Isabella could decipher. Their first stop: the ruins of Saint Kael’s Abbey, where a former vessel had gone mad decades ago. What they found was chilling. A woman, blind and cloaked in tattered robes, waited for them beside a moss-covered altar.

“They don’t rat out their Princess for having a drug issue!” “Watch yourself boy,” Victoria snapped at Thorne. “I’m tired of her getting away with this shit!” Thorne roared. “She will be our downfall!” “Finare,” my mother growled. The pale man who had cast the secrecy orb a few moment ago, stepped forwards. His arm shot out towards Thorne and a ray of white light sailed through the atrium to hit Thorne in the chest. He grunted before he keeled over and slumped to the ground.

Katherina said, voice low and sharp, “is covered in this fake holy glow.” Luca pushed off the wall and stepped closer. “So what we pick the weakest scandal and use it against her?” “Exactly,” Katherina said firmly. “We find the soft spot. Then we show Child Services the truth she’s been hiding.” Daniel sat on the edge of the table, stunned. “Hold on she actually stole money?” Katherina nodded, lips curling. “Oh, yes. And not just anywhere. She stole from the church donation box too. But that’s a story for another day.”