Sanctus Stories

Holy,the child of Light... Oaths of knights to the saint... Suffering of the people... Greeds of the official... Deaths of the brave ones... Will the child of light save the world when she's also suffering from the darkness?

Cole Braden never used to be this way. Once upon a time, he was your everyday misfit that skipped class and got into a few fights here and there. But that was over a year ago, and everything has changed. One year ago, on October 23, 2012, at 10:26 p.m., Cole Braden was arrested for a heinous crime. Trials lasted months, but eventually, Cole Braden, then seventeen, was finally released. It wasn't long before he disappeared from everyone in Clearwater, Florida's peacefully little lives. The crimes continued. Now, over a year since that fateful night in October, Cole Braden is finally starting over. He's been enrolled in a new school with people whom he's never met. But that doesn't mean that they don't know him. Despite all that's happened, it seems everyone in Clearwater believes that Cole Braden is guilty. Except, maybe one. But, can Cole trust her? Will he ever be able to let her into his dark, bitter world?

Kettu Kinson's life hangs in the balance, literally, when he meets beautiful young artist and philanthropist, Nina Andews, who is determined not only to save him from jumping off the city center bridge, but to get him to see the beauty in every day life and find new reasons to live, but will her kind words and sweet smile be enough to save Kettu from himself?

A young woman, who by accident, revived the myths and legends of the ancient world and brought them back to life. She revived a unique type of entity, called "Sanctus", that was designed by the ancient gods to fight evil.

When the Holy light found its way to Adam and Edna Reed is the only person burnt by that light... Things will get worse.

This is a yaoi (boyxboy) on one of the Libera boys and an ordinary boy. Enjoy.

Jiaoze-Mozeqiu LOTS OF TW : (no spoils so pls go to the "info" chapter) War was another kind of horror: a gruesome, bloody and unfair feast, where only the luckiest or maybe the most deranged were crowned of golden bay leaf. What a prize. Bloodied hands, cheered names, and the foreign feeling of having once humanity. Even if he left his past behind, more by necessity than real choice, he would never stand with such unfairness. He knew both sides, they were his past, his present and his future. He had been familiar with the comforting presence of the Abundance, the safety of life itself, and the nightmarish tremor of rotting alive. Then, he will live surrounded by the constant satisfaction of victory, knowing that he will be part of those who rule the law of the strongest, and the constant memories of the SINS committed for the better great of your nation. Even if it was his destiny -if there is such thing as destiny-, he remained a child of Merciful Medicus After all Old habits die hard. Moze never felt like he belonged in the Yoaqing, but neither in the sect. He was too different, ripped of his childhood but also way too rootted into traditions to behave. He coudn't even hope for slavation, his soul was as putrid as the rotting corpses at his feets. He couldn't even understand where all those strong feeling toward the healer came from ? Jiaoqiu never wronged him, and yet, he felt as if he wanted to stad himself in the stomac everytime he saw him smile. May Sanctus Medicus have pity on him. cover by me