Warhammer 40k Saint Novels & Stories

"Repent and return to the embrace of the Lord. Leave that wretched monster before he destroys you further." Elenor froze. Her fingers were now trembling violently. The leaves lay scattered at her feet. Images of the altar, the Pope's whip, and the chalice catching her blood drop by drop all crashed into her mind at once, like a broken tape forced to replay. 'Kneel, Saintess. Be silent. The Lord has already forgiven you.' Killian stepped forward, placing himself directly between Latvan and Elenor. His power began to overflow. "Saintess." Latvan ignored Killian entirely, his eyes remaining fixed on the woman behind the vampire’s back. "If you come quietly, perhaps I will consider sparing this

"Watch her, brat, and don't let her out of your sight. If you lose her, I'll kill you instead." The other men didn't seem to think much about this young man and kept ordering him around. Meanwhile, I realized that he was the only one who didn't look at me lustfully or maliciously. "Dustin Lively," I said, precisely calling him by his name. Dustin was stunned. He looked at me guardedly and asked, "How did you know my name?" Of course it was because I could read the live comments on the screen! As it turned out, Dustin was supposed to be the original main protagonist of the movie. He would later go on to found and manage the base at the Northern Pole.

I stood at the corner and watched him sit there while waited for the priest to come so that he would confess, yet all in vain. His jet black hair combed nicely on his head, with a few strands falling off to his stout face, his facial features sharp as though he’d been just scalped by the best, his tattoo peeked through his expensive clothes, his pale skin and dark circles made one wonder what horrors he’d watched that made him horrific. He was handsome, dangerously eye catching, he was the type that would give you wet dreams for awhile, dangerously striking, his bad boy facade made me wonder what the priests couldn’t take, he looked like the saint and dare devil in one with invisible horns.

she began walking around me in circles. My heart seized. Saint Lydia was the only rival I ever had since I arrived here. she wasn't even a senior saintess before I arrived. But she's always made herself my competition for no reason and then landed herself in a senior saintess position somehow. I remained on my spot. “May the Lord purify your ears, Senior. Did you get a glimpse of who the sinners were?” “Saint Dona, would you have looked at such a sinful and unholy thing if you were there?”

"Jack's wyvern form is so huge!" "Jack-Jack-Jack!" "Oh-my-fucking-god, how will that other man fight Jack now?" "Is the other guy a shifter too?" "No, so the frost wyvern will eat him for dinner. This battle will be over within seconds, believe me." "Yeah, no fun, man. The battle is already over... There is no way that other man stands a chance against Jack!" Saint sneered. He didn't like to battle wyverns and dragons. Theis strength was too immense, and Saint knew he couldn't underestimate Jack. While Saint was an immortal, he could still get injured, and since he was fighting for Harper, he couldn't lose this battle.

I would've smiled if fear hadn't gripped my heart, threatening to still the pounding thuds hammering in my ears. Henchmen was the Scorcher's name for the law enforcers that patrolled the perimeter of the walled Cities. Each town had their own legion and the scorchers hated them all, almost as much as the henchmen hated them.

I turn my attention inward again. “Don’t get it twisted. The Saint is the Alpha Regent.” Rocky says. “His human spirit is… different from others.” “Is The Saint your brother?” I try to keep him talking until someone can help him. “The Moon Goddess is the mother of all werewolves. You know that.” He says it as if he’s unsure of his words. “The Saint is strong enough to harness the power of a Titan. I had to earn his trust.”

Maybe it didn’t matter. Callum stood behind her like a shadow. He didn’t speak, didn’t interfere. He didn’t have to. His presence alone was enough to keep her spine straight. As they stepped back into the overcast daylight, Callum touched her arm lightly. “You did good in there.” Eden’s lips pressed together. “Good isn’t enough. Not this time.” Callum’s voice was low, edged with steel. “Then we go to war.” Eden didn’t answer. She didn’t have to.

Colin smiled bitterly. His fight with Dustin had thoroughly scared him. He had nearly cracked from the strain. “This youngster has the abilities of a Superior Martial Saint!” he said in a low voice. A Superior Martial Saint was the most powerful among Martial Saints. They were ranked high among Martial Saints and could not be defeated by those lower-level Martial Saints. There were very few Superior Martial Saints in the martial world. Wilhelm brightened when he heard Colin’s words. “Dustin, welcome to the North Border branch,” Wilhelm said with a smile. “Tell me, why have you come to see me?”

Of course it hurts excruciatingly. Even though Uncle Austin is no longer young and has some wrinkles on his skin, he is still very strong. Even for fights he still often wins. Anne and Jane haven't reacted much, they just closed their eyes and grimaced in pain. This is not bad, because they still have 9 lashes left. "Reflect on your mistakes!" Adam exclaimed. "We understand. Forgive us, Lord. " Answered Anne and Jane simultaneously, but were reluctant to open their eyes.