webnovel

I'm Not the Saintess!

Tác giả: Lytrishean
Fantasi
Đang thực hiện · 13.1K Lượt xem
  • 15 ch
    Nội dung
  • 4.0
    39 số lượng người đọc
  • NO.200+
    HỖ TRỢ
Tóm tắt

In Heroes of Cartea, the Gods send seven deadly trials to test humanity, unleashing dark beasts and dungeons born from black mana. The Hero, driven mad after killing the woman he loved—only to discover she was a demon's puppet—spirals into despair. Emilia, a seasoned gamer, wakes up in this brutal world, inhabiting the body of a noble at the Academy, one of 13 Saintess candidates. No matter the path she takes, she's doomed to die—whether as a villainess, a tragic side character, or a mere extra. Each time she reveals a piece of the future, her body weakens, yet death never claims her. Adelaide, the female lead and Emilia's adopted sister, becomes the center of rumors, accusing Emilia of jealousy and cruelty. Raphael, their half-brother, begins to turn against Adelaide in disgust. He once never harmed her, but now he looks at her as a "disgusting monster." Meanwhile, the true male lead—Adelaide's former fiancé and the Hero, Noah Denovian—clings desperately to Emilia’s fate. Falling to his knees, he pleads, "I’ll destroy everything—humans, all of it—just don’t leave me." All Emilia wants is to survive, prevent the Great War, and find her way back home. But with the story unraveling, can she escape her fate?

Thẻ
10 thẻ
Chapter 1PROLOGUE

Looking at the fallen leaves in autumn, her eyes darted towards the old, dried tree that once again met winter. A girl in a white robe was kneeling on the altar as she prayed desperately for a salvation that seemed so far and unfounded, yet her faith remained strong. 

The grand cathedral was bathed in twilight, its stained glass windows casting faint glimmers of fading light onto the cold, marble floor. The air inside was thick with the scent of incense, the silence broken only by the echoing footsteps of a single man.

Noah, the once-proud Hero of Tersia, now knelt at the foot of the altar. His armor, once gleaming with the promise of salvation, was tarnished, dulled by the weight of countless battles and the burden of guilt. His dark hair clung to his sweat-soaked brow, and his eyes—once full of hope—now brimmed with desperation and madness.

Before him stood Emilia, the Saintess.

She was the embodiment of grace, standing beneath the towering statues of the Gods. Dressed in the pure white robes of her order, Emilia looked every bit the holy figure the world believed her to be. Her soft black hair cascaded down her back, and her pale skin glowed faintly in the dim light. Her eyes, usually distant and serene, now carried a deep sorrow as she gazed down at Noah.

But beneath the surface, behind that gentle facade, was a soul that did not belong to this world.

Emilia's thoughts raced, panicked. Why did it have to be now? Why did the system activate when I was facing him? She cursed inwardly, but her expression remained perfectly calm. The system that controlled her every action had locked her into this role—this fake serenity, this holy grace—no matter how much she wanted to scream, to curse, to tell Noah that he was suffocating her with his pleas.

Her voice, soft and sweet like a lullaby, cut through the silence, "Noah, the southern lands... They will fall next. The creatures born of black mana have begun their invasion. The towns will be overrun in a matter of days."

Noah's head snapped up, eyes wide with disbelief. "No... no more, please." His voice cracked, raw with emotion. "Stop. I don't want to hear it anymore!"

He lurched forward, his hands trembling as they reached out, clasping the hem of her robes. His grip was tight, as though by holding onto her, he could stop the words from spilling out of her mouth. As if by clinging to her, he could somehow save her—save himself—from the horrors of the future.

But Emilia, bound by the system's chains, could only smile that same soft, serene smile. Her heart ached, yet her expression remained gentle. She could not react as she truly wanted. Even as the metallic taste of blood pooled at the back of her throat, the words continued to flow.

"The invaders will reach the capital within a week. The defenses will fail. Only—" Her words were cut short by a sudden, violent cough. Her body convulsed, and a crimson stain bloomed on the sleeve of her pristine robes as she pressed a hand to her lips.

"Please... stop!" Noah's voice was hoarse as he lowered his head to the ground, pressing his forehead against her feet. His voice trembled as he begged. "I can't bear it anymore. You don't need to do this! You don't need to see the future. It's killing you!"

Emilia's gaze softened as she looked down at him, her heart-wrenching in a way she couldn't express. I know, Noah. I don't want this either. But the system didn't allow her to say those words. It never let her reveal her true feelings.

Instead, her hand moved gently, as if on its own, resting lightly on his bowed head. "Noah," she said softly, her voice as calm as ever, though it felt like poison in her throat. "This is my duty. I must guide the heroes of this world."

"You're not guiding us—you're sacrificing yourself!" Noah's shoulders shook, his voice breaking with anguish. "You cough blood every time you speak of the future. You're getting weaker. How many more times, Emilia? How much longer before it kills you?"

Another soft cough escaped her lips, more blood staining the hand she raised to conceal it. But even as the blood dripped down her fingers, her face remained composed, serene, as if it were nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

"The people... need hope," she murmured. "The heroes... need guidance. And I... am the Saintess chosen by the Gods." The words came out as if rehearsed, the system's script forcing her into this unyielding role. She wanted to tell Noah to stand, to stop pleading, but the system wouldn't allow it.

Noah lifted his head, his eyes full of grief and something darker—an emotion that had been brewing ever since that day. The day he had lost everything.

"To hell with the Gods!" he spat, his voice trembling with rage. "To hell with your role as Saintess! You don't deserve this—you never did!" His voice cracked again, tears brimming in his eyes as he stared up at her, his face contorted with agony. "Emilia... just... stop. Please."

She felt the system tightening its grip, forcing her to remain calm, to smile gently even as her heart screamed in protest. She wanted to shout, to break free, to tell him the truth—that she wasn't a Saintess, that she wasn't some divine being who chose this path. She was just Emilia, an outsider trapped in a world that wasn't hers, playing a role that she couldn't escape.

But instead, she said, "Noah, this is my purpose. I cannot turn away."

The pain in Noah's eyes deepened. He buried his face in his hands, shaking with silent sobs. "You're killing yourself... for nothing."

The weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating, and for a moment, Emilia thought that maybe—just maybe—the system would grant her mercy. That it would allow her to break free of the chains that bound her, to speak her true feelings. But no, the system's hold on her tightened, and the words that came out were as false as ever.

"I am here to serve... and to guide you," she said softly, her voice unwavering, though her chest burned with the effort to suppress the pain.

Noah looked up at her again, his expression twisted with a mixture of fury and helplessness. He reached for her hands, clasping them tightly in his own. "Then let me serve you," he whispered, his voice broken. "Let me save you. I'll destroy them—the invaders, the dungeons, the humans, all of it. I'll cleanse this world if that's what it takes to free you from this curse."

Emilia's breath caught in her throat. His words, the darkness in his eyes—it was too much. But before she could react, before she could say anything, the system forced her to respond in the same calm, gentle tone. "Noah... you mustn't speak like that. You are meant to protect this world, not destroy it."

Noah's grip on her hands tightened, his knuckles white. "Then what's the point if you die, Emilia? What's the point of saving this world if you won't be in it?"

Another cough wracked her body, blood splattering the floor between them. But the system didn't care. It forced her to smile once again, as if nothing were wrong as if she weren't breaking apart in front of him.

"I will not die," she whispered, though the words felt like a lie.

Bạn cũng có thể thích

Garden Of Poison

[Volume 1: Dante Blackthorn] When Anastasia and her sister Marianne are captured and shipped across the seas by pirates, they become commodities to be sold in a distant land. Marianne is taken as a courtesan, while Anastasia barely escapes a terrible fate by pretending to be mute. She is forced into the lowest ring of servants at the royal palace, where she endures a life of servitude and creates beautiful artwork to mask her pain. Despite years passing, Anastasia has never forgotten her sister's promise to return to their family together. However, with her movement restricted and the guards vigilant, escape seems impossible. When Anastasia comes into contact with the Forsaken Prince, her life spirals out of control and she triggers a Crux of incredible proportions. Now battling her own inner demons while navigating the treacherous politics of the royal court, Anastasia must confront the truth about her sister's fate and make a choice that could alter the course of an entire kingdom. [Volume 2: Emily Blackthorn] Princess Emily's life takes a turbulent turn when she is rejected, leaving her heartbroken and her soul at the brink of corruption. In a desperate bid to save herself, she journeys to the West. Enter the Storm Prince, a charismatic archdemon with striking blue eyes, with a saint-like smile. Emily had hoped she'd seen the last of him, but fate has other plans. As if her soul dying isn’t enough, someone wants to steal it! Caught between the suitors and the haunting nightmares that have plagued her since childhood, Emily begins to see Raylen in a new light. The blue-eyed demon may not be the monster she once thought.

ash_knight17 · Huyền huyễn
4.9
286 Chs

The Devil's Betrothed

[Main Plot Completed] A love doomed from the start, a lost cause, a losing battle—and yet, neither hearts are willing to let go until the very end. ----- Arlan Cromwell, the epitome of the perfect Crown Prince. All he wants is to live a normal life of a human but the life of a dragon is anything but normal. He has but one goal—to find his runaway betrothed and behead her. What happens when he discovers that the woman who has snagged his heart is the one he vowed to kill? Oriana, a Black Witch, disguising herself as a man, has spent her entire life on the run without knowing what she is running away from. When the mysteries of her past slowly catch up to her, she has no one to turn to…except Arlan. But when she learns that the man she has given her heart to is the same man who wants to kill her, how can she accept the cruel card life dealt her? Two people with secrets to keep, identities to hide, and answers to find. When the certain darkness threatens to take Oriana away, will the Dragon be able to protect his mate? ----- Excerpt- “If I knew you were my betrothed, I would have killed you the very first moment we met." Arlan's gaze darkened with hatred. “If I knew I was betrothed to you, I would have killed myself before you even killed me!” Oriana mirrored the same emotions as him. He pulled out a dagger and offered it to her. “It’s not too late. Just slit your throat with this and you'll bleed out painlessly.” She accepted the knife, her fingers clutching its handle tightly. The next moment, he was pressed against the wall and the knife was on the right side of his neck. “How about I try it on you first, my betrothed?” “Feel free to try. But when you fail, this knife will first taste your grandpa's blood, then yours.” Anger rose in her eyes, and the next moment, blood was flowing through the right side of his neck. She cut deep enough to severe an important blood vessel. “You should not have challenged me,” she sneered and stepped back, waiting for him to collapse. He simply smirked and brushed his finger along the deep wound on his neck. “Seems like you failed.” She watched the wound on his neck heal on its own and felt shocked to her bones. “You.. what are you?” “Guess?” ----- Instagram- mynovel.20 Facebook- Author mynoveltwenty

Mynovel20 · Huyền huyễn
4.6
787 Chs

Two times rejected Luna, the desire of all Alphas

Valerie, the daughter of the murdered Alpha of the Yellow Stone Pack, could never lead the pack because she had a Luna wolf. Her mate, Tristan, was made the Alpha in her stead. After assuming the title of Alpha, Valerie was set up and brutally rejected, not only by Tristan but also her whole pack, and her kid sister, Scarlet, with whom Tristan had secret affairs. “I reject Luna Valerie as my mate. She was caught in bed with a stranger, meaning that she would sell the pack out. The punishment for treachery is death,” Alpha Tristan announced heartlessly. The chants from the pack members and visiting Alphas who had come for the Alphas' conference attracted them to the judgment. No one thought that Alpha Denzel, whose name caused the hairs on their skin to stand straight due to his ruthlessness, would make it to the conference. Valerie found hope when she realized that Alpha Denzel was her second chance mate, but painstakingly, she was rejected once again. The double rejection caused her to lose her wolf, and she was condemned to die by all the Alphas present. She thought her fate was sealed when Alpha Denzel left and a warrior was ready to execute her. Everyone was shocked when Alpha Denzel suddenly turned around. “Stop! The treacherous daughter of a late Alpha should not be killed. More suffering awaits her,” he declared. Valerie’s heart dropped when she saw his dark look, which was like a bottomless pit, as she blacked out from exhaustion. A few months down the line, there was a war among the Alphas as they began to lay claim to the two-times-rejected Luna. With her wolf dead, will the moon goddess be gracious to give her another wolf? And which Alpha would be able to melt her now cold heart?

Glorious_Eagle · Huyền huyễn
4.8
507 Chs

Hades' Cursed Luna

In a world where Lycans and werewolves are sworn enemies, Eve Valmont is a werewolf cursed by a prophecy and framed. Betrayed by her own pack and imprisoned for years, her fate takes a darker twist when she is offered to the Lycan King, Hades Stavros—a ruler feared for his ruthless conquests and deadly prowess. Bound by an ancient prophecy and haunted by the ghosts of her past, Eve is now at the mercy of the one being she should hate and fear the most—The Hand of Death himself. Hades, a king carved from blood and his own soul's decay, determined to avenge his family's slaughter and rid his people of the werewolves. He believes Eve is the key to his victory. To him, she is nothing but weapon foretold by prophecy, a tool he will wield to destroy the opposing forces threatening his pack. Yet, he finds himself craving this powerful yet broken woman. Leaving him questioning if she is truly his weapon or the one destined to unravel his carefully laid plans. *** He stalked toward me, a predator closing in on its prey, his eyes dark and unreadable. "So, you laugh?" His voice was low, dangerously soft, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I swallowed hard, suddenly aware of how difficult it had become to breathe. "Hades, I—" "But you only laugh at other men's jokes," he interrupted, his gaze piercing, devoid of any humor. "Not your husband's." The accusation in his tone was sharp, slicing through the air between us. A nervous chuckle escaped me. "You can't be serious... He’s your beta, for Goddess’ sake." In an instant, he closed the distance between us, so fast it left me breathless. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me flush against his body, the heat of him making my skin tingle. I gasped, but before I could say a word, his lips crashed onto mine, claiming my mouth with a force that sent shockwaves through me. The kiss was punishing, hungry—I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. When he finally pulled back, I was trembling, my chest heaving as I struggled to regain my breath. His eyes, dark and stormy, searched mine with a possessive intensity. "You can’t laugh at my jokes..." he whispered, his voice a dangerous rasp as his fingers trailed lower, sending a shiver down my spine, "but you’ll come with my fingers." I shivered, heat pooling low in my belly at his words, his touch. The world around us blurred, fading into nothing as his hand slipped lower, drawing a ragged gasp from my lips. The look in his eyes told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and there was no denying the primal connection between us in that moment. "I don’t need your laughter," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot on my neck. "I’ll have every other part of you instead." **** Dark fantasy romance Morally Grey ML Angst Suspense ENEMIES to lovers Smut (like sprinkles on your ice cream)

Lilac_Everglade · Huyền huyễn
4.4
203 Chs

Was it you that night?

On the eve of their wedding, Yan Changsheng brought back a girl and publicly called off the marriage. Only then did Shen Qinghe realize that Yan Changsheng was the crazy male lead from a book, and the girl was the irresistible female protagonist. As for her, she was just early cannon fodder fated to die, and her elder sister was the malevolent female supporting character whom everyone wanted to beat up. Tsk, the plot is just freaking ridiculous! After awakening, Shen Qinghe busied herself with cultivation, protecting her elder sister. Yet, unknowingly seizing the female protagonist's luck, she attracted several crazy male leads, each of them forcibly taking what they wanted from her. She thought Dongfang Wuya was relatively normal, but who knew he was crazier, actually seizing the position of Heavenly Emperor and then forcibly marrying her to become the Heavenly Empress! ** As the high and mighty belle of the cultivation world, Dongfang Wuya had countless admirers and fans. Yet he was devoted to cultivation, treating love as if it were dirt. Initially thinking Shen Qinghe was deeply in love with him, he sternly advised her, "Focus on your cultivation, do not get distracted by romantic entanglements!" Later, irked by her dedication to cultivation, he pressed her into his arms and kissed her, seductively coaxing with a playful smile, "Be my Daoist companion, and I'll aid you in cultivation, hmm?" [Asura Field, Cremation Ground, Male Rivalry, Su Wen]

Ten million · Huyền huyễn
4.8
319 Chs

Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates

"Let me take a look." The handsome professor, with his broad shoulders and powerful muscles, lifted me effortlessly and placed me on the desk. His strong hands gently lowered the strap of my uniform to examine the bruise from training. "Helanie! Why do you always end up hurt?" His voice grew husky, sending a shiver down my spine as I struggled to catch my breath. I had to remind myself that he’s my professor... and my stepbrother. I shouldn’t be seduced by his touch. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office and I will deal with them," he murmured, his beautiful eyes locking onto mine. Despite knowing he’s forbidden, I couldn’t help but wonder—should I tell him about the mate bond I felt the night he was drunk? .. When her parents rejected each other, Helanie went from being her daddy's angel to a neglected and forgotten child. But on her eighteenth birthday, things took a dark turn. When her body went into heat, she attracted a group of alphas. Instead of rescuing her, her secret alpha boyfriend ran away. That night changed Helanie’s life forever. Accused of consenting to the attack, she was sentenced to execution by her own pack. Desperate, she fled, determined to find her mother. What she didn’t expect was to find her mother preparing to marry a rogue king with four dangerously handsome and beastly sons. Things turn even darker when she felt a mate bond with her bully stepbrothers, will she be able to escape their claws or their seduction will ruin her life to next extremes? .. Facebook - Alexis Dee

AlexisDee · Huyền huyễn
4.2
386 Chs

Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road

Bei YueYue was known for her selflessness and kind nature. Eventually, she found herself in a new life as 'Huang Ying Yue', a notorious female antagonist infamous for her cruelty, ruthlessness, debauchery, and nymphomaniacal tendencies in the very immortal novel she had just read. In the storyline, the original 'Huang Ying Yue' committed numerous atrocious acts that alienated many formidable characters. Not only the protagonist of the novel but also all her suitors suffered harassment and maltreatment at the hands of 'her' in various disturbing ways. The path to immortality was fraught with peril, brimming with dangers and unpredictable threats. Evil cultivators and monstrous entities wreaked havoc, compelling all cultivators to unite against these malevolent forces. As Yueyue sought to fulfill her aspirations, she faced an array of powerful adversaries previously wronged by 'Huang Ying Yue', as well as confront the consequences of her predecessor's misdeeds. In addition, she had to contend with the icy beauty of Huang Bai Xing, the heroine surrounded by numerous charming men and extraordinary fortunes. Gifted with extraordinary abilities from the heavens, Huang Bai Xing, through her golden finger, continuously grew in strength, patiently waiting for her chance to take revenge on 'Huang Ying Yue'. Those in positions of power, along with Huang Bai Xing's allies, brandished their weapons, determined to deliver a severe punishment for the pain 'she' caused to their beloved. Fortunately, with the aid of a miraculous Ethereal small world bestowed upon her, Yueyue could cultivate spiritual plants, reap spiritual fruits, harness abundant spiritual energy, leaning countless spells, and enjoy the cleansing waters of the spiritual waterfall, all while maintaining a semblance of tranquility on her journey to immortality. Accompanied by her loyal beast army, she ventured down the cultivation path, encountering new friendships, love, challenges, thrills, and a mysterious past, all while transforming her fate and those around her into a brighter future. Unbeknownst to her, her innate charm and warm-heartedness attracted an unending stream of romantic interests, forever altering her once mundane existence. Just when she believed she could finally escape the life of a mere cannon fodder, she stumbled into even greater mess! Why are there so many protagonists in this narrative? What are they staring at her for with those strange and enigmatic looks? Warning: 1VN ending, one female end up with many men. There are taboo love here Please kindly read the tags before you immerse yourself in my world. Cover from: Webnovel AI Generator Character Image: Pinterest, Credit goes to all original owner My Instagram Account: Littlecarrot006_ My DISCORD Username: littlecarrot6510 My second book: Myth Of Miracle: Reborn To Defy My Fate That book is for participating in WSA 2024 (Progressing) #Portalspace #Reverseharem #Taboolove #Femaleleadxianxia #Xianxia #Np #Cultivation #Adventure #Immortality #polyandry #Manybeautifulmen #transmigrated #cannonfodder #Romance #Fighting #Beast #Multicontinents #Mysteriouspast #KindandgentleFLbutnotweak #Forgivebutnotforget #CleverFL

Littlecarrot · Huyền huyễn
4.6
841 Chs

số lượng người đọc

  • Đánh giá xếp hạng tổng thể
  • Chất lượng bài viết
  • Cập nhật độ ổn định
  • Phát triển câu chuyện
  • Thiết kế nhân vật
  • Bối cảnh thế giới
Các đánh giá
đã thích
Mới nhất
PRK025Lv3

[img=update][img=update][img=update][img=update][img=update][img=update]

Franklin_NavaLv3
sam_chavezLv13

HỖ TRỢ