Your Saint Is In Another Country Chapter 1 の小説・ストーリー

I initially thought all the enemies Huxley had made would come after her if they knew who she was but I hadn't accounted for the other supernatural creatures that lurked in every corner. "You should get some rest, big man. Maybe give your mind a break from working so much," Saint broke the silence that had settled between us, concern lacing her words. "Saint..." I drawled. "Yeah?" "I hope, when you find your mate, that he accepts you and loves you the way you deserve from the moment you two meet," I solemnly uttered every word, emotion thick in my throat as my eyes burned with the force I used to not shed tears.

He laughed, deep and loud, "Yes, I promise none of us will want them. And we can get you your favorite foods, too." I tilted my head, how many people live here, I saw some women, humans call them nuns, and some human kids too but they lived in that other building near that church. Apart from Father, I saw Giovanni, Robert and Simon, Father told me they are spies. Are there more like them, they looked so scary to me. Anyway, I have to make humans my friend, so it will be better for me. I slid off the toilet, reaching my hand into the bath to feel the water. At the warmth, I pulled my hand away with a gasp.

I don't understand why, but I can't bear to see him cry. " Don't worry about it, alright? Just focus on what's in front of you. Alright?" I say as I immediately move closer to him and pat him on his head trying to cheer him up. " How can I? I'm stuck here in this abandoned church that's been giving me weird vibes since I stepped in here because of this demonic energy that sucks up all my mana just trying to purify it while a blight eats up all 2 maybe 3 kingdoms." " You don't know that."

I remember the first time I met Allen at a grocery store I was with my ex Lawrence, he bought his friend over to see me for the first time all I could think about how fine and delicious he look his body was like hercules coming to tame me like I was a wild beast. All I could think about at that instance us rolling in bed in between the sheets dripping in sweat from the intense heat, waves of lust washing over me, as I reach close to my peak my body starts to tremble then, I hear Lawrence call out my name Maria bring me back from my dream of lust.

I'm not aware of my surroundings, but I'm aware of the hot man holding me as he wraps his arms around my waist. “I know.” Cocky jerk. “It's so sad that I can't have you.” I sigh. If I could, I would have definitely chased him. But it will be a shame if they find out that I'm gay. “Who says you can't?” He chuckles. “Do you know who I am? I'm Vaughn Saint-McCarthy. The only son of Reynolds. His golden boy. People will Judge me once they find out that I'm–” I blurp, and I feel something rush up my throat. I'm going to vomit. Fuck. Coming here was a bad idea.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t close the door.” “You shouldn’t have stuck your hand like a psychopath. You’re very different from who I used to know.” “Guess whose fault that is?” He looked like he could strangle me. “Come inside.” He said begrudgingly. Just as I took a step inside the house, Saint appeared, dressed in a black shirt and grey sweatpants as though he intended to seduce me. “Why is it taking you so long to come upstairs?” He asked me, ignoring the presence of his nephew.

The birthing sanctuary's memory lingered in his mind, a beacon of hope in the tumultuous storm that surrounded him. _______ **Chapter 16 (Continued): Prophecy Unveiled** The world trembled on the precipice of chaos as the prophecy's ominous whispers loomed closer to fulfillment. The battleground, a tumultuous canvas of clashing forces, reverberated with the echoes of a destiny foretold. Seraphina, her presence ethereal and commanding, stood at the forefront, a beacon of strength amid the impending storm.

CHAPTER 98 — THE SACRIFICE GAME The storm raged above the city, turning the night into a chaotic symphony of thunder, wind, and lightning. The docks were a shattered mess, still echoing with the aftermath of the shadow creature’s destruction. Water swirled around broken beams and shattered metal, and smoke mingled with the mist in a haze that made the air thick and electric. Riven stood at the edge of the pier, chest heaving, eyes locked on the crimson glow where the chains suspended the figure. His heart screamed with recognition: Saint. Alive—but in unimaginable pain.

Samson, Age 52, Blood Pressure That must mean the man sitting next to the woman who called herself my mother was Mr. Samson. So they really were humans. I didn't care much for the woman who looked like Oma. All I wanted was to leave immediately and figure out what realm I'd landed in and what had happened to the strange boy I came here with. Was he a traveler too? Any clue, any sign… On my way out, the woman called after me. "Fionaaaa! Hold on!"

Father Cadwell exchanged a look with Father John, one that carried a silent agreement. "It is a place where lost saints like you will be guided, reshaped, and brought back to purity so you can paddle the boat of salvation. You will pray, reflect, and change, and you'll become the saint we know. No saint falls under this prestigious church. No saint falls in Saint Aurelius Cathedral." Father Cadwell said. I scoffed. "You're sending me away?" "Not away," Father John said. "Home.To a place where your spirit can be brought back."