Novel & Cerita The Regressor And The Blind Saint

“Saint. Saint, it’s me. It’s Reggie. I’ll let Crusher out to prove it.” “I’m not stupid. You’re a witch.” Saint snarls. “Don’t you move a fucking muscle. It will just make this hurt more.”

His fingers dug into my chin and tilted my head to the side. Even blind, I felt the hard stare of his gaze. He scoffed. “Shit. You really do look like him.” I froze. What? He let go, dropped my head. I swayed, dizzy, bile crawling up my throat. “Better be the right one this time,” someone muttered behind him. The man didn’t look back. “We’re not making that mistake again.” He sounded bored. Annoyed, even. Like I was paperwork that got lost and needed re-filing.

Jack immediately frowned and signaled for someone to take her away. His expression turned gloomy. He pulled Gabriel to the front of my car and forced him to kneel. Then, he grabbed a stick, striking Gabriel hard several times until Gabriel collapsed, whimpering in pain. After that, with a humble and servile attitude, he said, “Mr. Cullen, my brother is truly blind. He failed to recognize who you were. Please calm your anger. Jenkins Construction will cover any damages today. We’ll even buy you a better car.” “If one car isn’t enough, we’ll buy ten. Even a hundred of them. Whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness!

“Not long after joining together, during our travels we were attacked by five rogues. We could scent them at first, but my instincts alerted both of us of the danger before the attack. Using my training and daggers, I fought as best as I could, but we only took two of the five down and were starting to lose. I heard Arius cry out and something inside me bubbled up. An energy from within me, abilities of my protector side came out, and it was like an electric shock. Suddenly, Arius was blessed and I could feel energy surge through him. Next thing I knew, the last three rogues were dead and we were victorious. There was a change between Arius and I. We both could feel new branches of power ins

Stare added. June rolled her eyes to them without stopping. “They are many things our potencies’ aren’t in control of," Eye revealed. “Or should we say the inevitable process.” Ensure spoke after. “Yes, let’s call it that. I love the way you put it, Ensure.” Stare said then he looked at Eye. “A Regressor.” “The Dragons and the Immortals,” Eye spoke raising three fingers. “Not to forget the most important ones,” Ensure said after. “The Destroyer reincarnate and the Protector,”

“It’s a mirroring sigil. Blood-bound resonance. Whatever happens to one—” “—happens to the other,” Riven finished hoarsely. Saint stirred weakly, a broken sound escaping his throat. Riven bent over him instantly. “I’ve got you. I’m here.” Saint’s eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first, then painfully clear. “You shouldn’t be,” Saint whispered. Riven shook his head. “Don’t start that shit.” Saint’s lips twitched, almost a smile. “Still stubborn.” Luca swallowed hard, watching the exchange like it was cutting him open piece by piece. “Saint… what did they mean? About the trial?”

Just as the ceremony was about to proceed with the final marking, the enormous screen behind that was supposed to start projecting a video of blessings suddenly flickered with blinding static and white noise. Austin Grayback, the werewolf in charge of handling the projector, had once received a favor from me, and he was also my most important mole within Eclipse Pack. He played the video of Gabriel and Isabelle conspiring against me on the screen, just as I'd instructed. Gabriel and Isabelle lay disheveled in bed on the screen, while Gabriel's chilling voice clearly came through the speakers. "As long as she's blind and disabled, she will forever have to depend on me for the rest of her life

“Santiago, I need information on Saint.” “Yes, sir. I was able to recover more information about him. He is from America. He joined the army at fifteen; he was the sniper, the best sniper the army ever had. This would mean if he wanted you dead. You would be dead. At twenty-one, he worked for the CIA; he was their finest, then at twenty-five, he left. Two years later, he went to prison for killing an innocent man with his bare hands; he served fifteen years and got early parole. They call him a saint cause he chose every step of his life, meaning that he wanted to go to prison; every step in his life has been perfectly calculated. I checked for track records of Mr. Morningstar dealing with h

Rai asked. “You aren’t seriously considering this, are you?” Her brow rose. “Why else would I be on this bus?” “There are better ways to get a thrill in this town, you know.” “No one asked you to come. I suggest you find your own idea of fun, and leave me to mine, Mr. Z.” “This is dangerous for those who are sighted, Rai. A lone blind woman has no business being strapped to a thin line by a few clips!” “You’re afraid?” she asked, not even trying to hide the smile from her voice.

Luckily, Michael reminded her, or else she might end up talking nonsense again. Although Edward James did not see Clara, the woman sitting with him saw her. The woman looked straight at Clara when she was still looking at him. It startled Clara. On the contrary, her body began to heat up and her mood was uneasy as if she had just been caught by the woman doing her bad deeds. “I thought you said you’d heard of Edward James, so you should know.” Clara wanted to forget what had just happened, so she talked to Michael. “Know what?” “Edward James is a blind man. He’s blind so he can’t see me.”