Warhammer 40k Saint Novels & Stories

“Do not disrespect your mother in our house.” All four women looked at the angry face of a giant Saint. Although they had all fawned over him, they suddenly found themselves feeling smaller than any of their barely just over five feet. “Stand down, Trevor.” Toad ordered. Dom smirked. “Don’t make me call Clay." “Leave my man out of this.” The giant advised and the Saints chuckled as the Renegades looked shocked. “Can I continue now?” Dawg asked. “Pretty sure that Ink wants to get back to his woman. I want to get back to mine.”

I should use this technology as it can be a good addition to making my soldiers become stronger. "That's exactly why we came here, I particularly want your blood." Rich bursts out laughing, since I know the level of hate he had for this man. Saint didn't acknowledge this comment and then turn to look at me, but rather continued to stare at me. "Let's have a conversation alone." Saint didn't display any annoyance but was quick to put his two fingers down and sign to his men. "I apologize for this." As soon as these words left his mouth, a circle blinking pod was directly shot at Rich's chest, making him fly a couple of steps back, instantly knocking him out cold.

A strange look flashed across the eyes of the steward of the Black-blood Dragon Mercenary Troop. At first, he thought this small village-like place was nothing more than a rat nest, but he didn't expect that there would be saint-level masters here. He waved his hand with a cold look on his face. Tens of light beams immediately shot into the air from the giant black warship. They were actually saint-level mercenaries who had been ordered to fight back.

*** Chester stood on the shore of an island, it was an enormous island of about seven kilometers length and five kilometers breadth. It seemed to him like it was dome-shaped with an opeque glass one could not see through. He made one step towards the glass then he heard lightning sound and flash of red and white lightening strike at once. "The last saint is at the shore, he has arrived to challenge our developments," he heard an announcement coming from the dome-shaped glass just after the lightning has struck. Instantly the atmosphere which had been gay turned cloudy and dark, rumbling continued to be heard from a distance and flashing of lightning continued.

“A coalition of the world’s top warriors and martial artists was formed. They launched an assault on the cult’s headquarters, determined to end its reign of terror once and for all. The top warriors of the era—Grandmasters and Gods of War—marched to the cult’s headquarters, ready for battle. Even a Saint agreed.” Maria leaned forward, her heart pounding. “Saints!!? What happened next?” Saints were an existence that even rivaled the Grandmaster. In the history of the Human world, there were only 4 Saints. After the Grandmaster, they were considered the pinnacle of Martial Cultivation. Alas, they perished due to mysterious reasons. Maria leaned forward, her pulse quickening. “What did they fin

Saint rushes forward and puts himself between the wolves and their captives, followed by Reaper who slides to a halt next to Ghost. “What is this, Saint?” Ghost growls and puts his head low, ready to pounce. “You’re protecting a hunter and a tiger? We thought you left so Bronx could get help, but you brought danger here instead.” “Everyone stand down. They are our friends. This is Arrow. He is a Greek God. Like the Luna is. He’s immortal, don’t attack him. It won’t end well for you.” Saint snarls and paces to be sure no one is trying to get closer. “And this is Suea. Yes. He is a weretiger, but he is no threat. He is an ally.”

I said coldly, "Winona, I never realized you were such a saint. You're willing to offer yourself up just to fulfill someone's wish? So, if any random person asked you to sleep with them, you'd do that too?" "Of course not!" she shot back without hesitation. I laughed bitterly. "So, Julian's special to you then. You never got over him these past five years, right?" Winona shouted, "I already told you it was only to make sure he didn't leave this world with regrets. Why are you being so petty about this? Besides, I showed up to the wedding on time today, didn't I? What more do you want from me?"

Saint glanced at the doctor before snorting coldly,"Then do your fucking job! If anything happens to her or her child, you will not be alright either. Mark my words." And before the doctor could say anything, Saint pointed his rifle towards him and chuckled," Don't waste time and get back to your work, bastard." The junior doctors and nurses looked shocked,they were not expecting such a reaction from Saint. But they listened to him when their eyes fell on the golden lion's emblem on his black shirt, it was a legendary Shadow military's emblem. Only given to top ranking soldiers. Ugh, L-Let him stay... Please hurry, I'm in pain," I cried and the doctors rushed.

"Look at all those normals shrieking and shouting in pain, General! We'll be having lots of gold and power with this!" The young general just shook his head watching the orc make fun of the normals below. They were riding a flying warship above the clouds, concealed with magic by his wizard lieutenants. Four elder wizards were also gathered at the front deck, reading out spells for summoning The Storm. Big bolts of lightning struck down the skies as each paper of spell burned after their incantations. "General Lucãs!" A tall, middle aged man with dark sideburns walked briskly and approached the young general standing behind the rails. He gave him a sharp salute and then spoke.

"Nothing much." "The fact that he's the first evangelist was all I knew about him until a few days ago," he told him, executing a similar move. "Then Brother Ordan said he told stories of dragons." Soartin snorted, or perhaps it was a chuckle. "With all due respect," he moved another random piece, or at least Sethlzaar hoped it was, "what does our instructor turned brother know of history?" "And that's why I'm here." Sethlzaar connected the pieces, and, unsurprisingly, Soartin hadn't moved random pieces. Each piece had a purpose, and now he found himself staring down at an assault against his only remaining bishop, with no sign of escape...