Kyouki awakens from a five-year coma to a fractured Stilwater. The Saints are scattered, new gangs have claimed the streets, and the city reeks of blood and betrayal. With cold precision, Kyouki begins rebuilding the Saints piece by piece—rising from ruin to reclaim the empire that once bore their name.
Ky’s eyes were slowly adjusting to the light as she watched the shadows of the nurse walk back past her bed. Li closed her eyes again, as it was relatively quiet once more. The sound of the metal rings scraping across the metal bar of the curtain being pulled open caused her to turn her head slowly on the intruding noise. Seeing a young boy old enough to be her younger brother lying next to her looking at her with the most awe-inspiring expression, she raised her eyebrows in question.
“You’re Li.”
Li made a noise that acknowledged him.
“I got shanked to come meet you. I want to help you when you get out.”
Li turned her head back to him. “Nam..?”
“Oh, Carlos, I’m Carlos Mendoza. I heard you were in here. You knew my brother, you've been in a coma for five years!”
‘What?’ Li frowned and turned slowly to look back at him. “Fi-v… Yea-?” She swallowed again. Ky heard wrong. She was just out the other night.
Then on the radio that was softly playing in the background, called for the anniversary of Mayor Hughes’ yacht incident. A flood of thoughts rushed. Before she could pinpoint a single thought, guards rushed in and wheeled her out.
“Carlos Mendoza, look me up when you get out!” The young man laid back down and held his side. He was going to run with the Saints, just like his big brother.
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Introducing my Boss, Kyouki I. James aka Li Joined the Saints at 14, still riding that wave (20 years later).
Kyouki was that girl everyone liked — the one who always smiled when she passed, held the door open, helped a classmate study before exams. She had a warmth that didn’t match the city’s edges, her laughter cutting through all the noise like something good in a place that forgot what good looked like.
Most people thought she was too sweet to be running with anyone serious. She didn’t flash colors, didn’t brag, didn’t talk about who she knew. Just a girl in a cropped hoodie, ripped jeans, and sneakers, sipping coffee on the corner, waving when she recognized someone.
But the Saints knew.
They knew the quiet ones were the ones you didn’t cross.
They knew she could walk through their base, pull a gun apart on the table, or translate a deal in three languages before anyone else blinked.
Even Aisha liked her — said she had that “pretty danger” kind of energy, soft on the surface but with something steel underneath.
And everyone knew one other thing for certain: Johnny Gat didn’t play about Kyouki.
You could joke, flirt, maybe test the water if you were stupid or new — but once you saw the way Gat’s eyes followed her across a room, that half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, you stopped. Fast.
Because she might’ve looked like the girl next door…
But everyone in Stilwater knew better.
Shortly Li came up the hall from where Dex office was, he could hear her heels clicking on the stone floor, she stopped in front of his office talking with one soldier, the guy she was speaking with nodded to what she asked, she felt someone watching her back; she saw Johnny waved with a smile, continuing to her previous destination. The soldier who she was just speaking with hadn’t budged. He was ogling as she walked away; burning a hole through her jeans.
Hell, Johnny couldn’t help but stare. She had on a pair of tight black low rider skinny jeans that hugged her ass like a second skin and a purple camisole top with thin straps that slid off her cinnamon shoulders.
“Daaaaamn, she got a phat ass.” The Saint runner said when a fellow Saint came up, watching her leave biting his fist mock crying, not noticing Johnny shooting him rocks from his chair. “I’d let her shoot me to get wit her.”
“The cathedral was where it began. It would, incidentally, be where it ended, as well. Before the end of all things, though, there was only this: a Saint had come, and it was the priest’s fault.” . Walked past a stone church with a red door tonight, and all I could think about was Landon Ash and his crown of bones. 💀 . #marywrites #amwriting #writing #writersofinstagram #goth #gothaesthetic #church #landonash #saintsverse #thekingofsaints #cambridge (at Old Cambridge Baptist Church) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3tEMXPD5o5/?igshid=1q390rdcv33p8
Character Spotlight! 💀 . It’s been a minute, but I’m back to my (bi)weekly feature on the blog, shining the spotlight on some of my original characters. Just a little taste to get you interested so that when, someday, they appear out in the world, you’ll already be excited! . This week, we’re chatting about my favorite boy, Landon Ash. I’ll never truly let him go, and he definitely has a special place in my heart. He’s angry, he’s sad, and he’ll cut you just as soon as he’ll welcome you into his home. . Follow the link in my bio to learn more about him! . #marywrites #amwriting #writersofinstagram #saintsverse #landonash #saints #writing #fantasy #magic #lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqia https://www.instagram.com/p/B1tdcNig4Hc/?igshid=shz25s27e5na
Okay, look, I have been searching for several minutes to find out who said this recently, but it is lost somewhere in the Twitter or Tumblr or Instagram void, it might have been Maggie or Victoria …
Apparently, I’ve written 19 novels in 16 years, and I am here to tell you it’s taken me that long to actually fully finish one. And I think I might cry, I’m so relieved to know what this feels like now.
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Welcome to the Thursday Thousand! Every week, on Thor’s Day, I will be posting a short story (hopefully) written in advance. The only parameter is that it be, at minimum, 1000 words long. It can be…
This week’s Thursday Thousand contains a little bit of cheating: it’s not a short story, but it is about the madwoman behind the words.
Has it really been since the first of the year that I posted? Suffice to say, it’s been a weird two weeks for me. I’ve been remembering the summer of 2017, when I was finishing the firs…
Up next: Saints at sea 2. Things are going to get a little crazy.
114k words later, THE WOLF KING is officially done. 🌊🐺 . It’s the first in the second duology in the Saintsverse, and it tells a very different tale. In August, I posted that I’d finished the first draft, and it was still without a title. It hasn’t changed drastically since that first draft, but it still has changed a lot. It’s still about a bunch of pirates on the high seas, but it’s also now about ancient myths coming to life and a war that feels inevitable. I didn’t really intend to finish the third draft today, but I’ve been sneakily editing it over the past few months, and today was the end. It’s a wild end, too. It’s something I never expected, and something I can’t wait to explore. . I know I said in a story recently that I was going to finish my bookstore boys by the end of the month, and I may still, but there’s something in the Saintsverse that calls to me like a twin flame, and it’s so hard to ignore sometimes. It might be time to go back. Stay tuned. 💀 . #marywrites #amwriting #writersofinstagram #saintsverse #saintsatsea https://www.instagram.com/p/BsgcUYEgjRT/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=17zufltohu16b
