Novel & Cerita 8 Lives Of A Century-old Trickster

A constellation of stars fell down from the heavens to entomb the two combatants. The blazing conflagration threatened to devour them yet in the pentagram they expanded around Dante and Janus, only the aged ordinary man was left in smoking ruins in the after effects that followed. His flesh was burned to a crisp but even through all the pain that he had endured, his countenance never changed one bit. "Mythical Formation of the Trickster. Have you not learned a new move, Dante?" Janus mocked and smiled a petty one towards the senile foe before him who has remained the same after all the eons that they last fought.

The morning's medication had worn off, so I gulped down another full bottle of painkillers just to keep moving. In the restroom, Ruby followed me in. She said sarcastically, "You really think a pathetic, washed-up woman like you can compete with me?" Gone was the obedient act she put on in front of Caleb. Her eyes were now filled with mockery. "I don't have silver poisoning at all. It's all fake. Once the bonding ceremony's done, he's mine. You really think I'd give him back to you after that?" I said nothing and kept my eyes lowered. It didn't matter whether she gave him back or not. I wouldn't live long enough to see it.

They broke the Russian mafia oath, and they must face the consequences of betraying us. I don’t spare anyone and give you a second chance. I don't believe in second changes. I will not pity you. There is only one way out of this situation, and it is through death. There is a reason why I’m known as the grim reaper of death because if you have done or tried anything and I found out , you will end up dead. It is as if you have signed your own death certificate when you betray me, steal from me or try anything to destroy the Russian mafia.

At this moment, a loud roar was heard from outside, as if something had collapsed. Those Colemans ran out to check the situation. As a result, they saw their grand elder tore down a fake mountain out of anger. “Grand Elder, what happened?” Wesley immediately asked. “I’m very angry!” The grand elder let out a loud roar, only then did he say, “It turned out that the brat at the Stoermers of Michigan last time totally bluffed. There was no such thing as a half-immortal. Everything was just a misleading illusion and I had fallen for it!”

Maven smiled. “I see there are still some things Tricky Ricky needs to explain to you,” she said. “Don’t call me that,” Trick ordered through gritted teeth. “To answer your question Saraya, no, we did not. Trick is the only one who took his sweet precious time,” Pike said. I blinked. So they all found their mates at twenty-one but are centuries old? “I…am confused,” I confessed. “I’ll explain later,” Trick assured me. “You might want to explain before the next Mate Gathering,” Lucy suggested.

“The old man you wanted to know my history from?” A laugh left me. It was ugly and short. “Wow.” I clapped. It came out like a challenge. He grinned, and the grin was all his. No wonder the old man suddenly went missing, it turns out Adrian was not only a five centuries old but also a shapeshifter. “Mesmerizing right? I know, I know I am”. He said proudly.

“If it weren’t for the fact that my illegitimate child needed a respectable title to return to the Freddrick family, you, a barren woman, would’ve been kicked out by me and my mother long ago! Otherwise, why would I ever need you to fake a pregnancy for us? “As a trade-off, I even invested in that livestream of yours to boost your popularity. And what happened? You ruined it! All the money I put in has gone straight down the drain!” So that was the truth. In my past life, this entire scheme had been unfolding behind my back, without me knowing a thing.

It must be hitting him all at once. “Everything is going to be fine, I remember my past lives” I told him, “‘I’ve been around since the renaissance and I’ve lived 17 lives, and I know where the crystal is. You’re not going to believe it but it is being guarded by a freaking dragon.” “How are we going to sneak by a dragon, that’s going to be next to impossible” he sniffled. I didn’t think that part through. But maybe if we brought Rod he might be able to help with that.

But in recent centuries, for reasons still unknown, the collective lifespans of all supernatural races had steadily declined—ours now capped at less than five hundred. Therefore, for Grandma Paulina to live beyond three hundred was already a blessing. Especially when, for the men of my lineage… it was an age we wouldn’t dare dream of. The thought left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth, but only briefly, before something else clicked into place. “You mentioned breaking a vow,” I said slowly. “But when you told the story, I don’t remember Grandma Paulina ever swearing one.” Jack nodded, her expression somber. “She realized the same thing later on. Clearly, both she and the human man were only wa

Oh, sure, Goran and Nadia Harsányis, his “par- ents,” had said they loved him, but then, they’d said that to all the runaways they’d taken in. Even run-aways’ babies, like him. But it’d seemed to have been more a way to get workers for their shows than any idea of family. Case in point: he’d been one master prestidigitator until he’d realized that was all there would ever be for him. A nomadic, itinerant, sporadic existence. He’d wanted more. Roots. A sense of belonging somewhere. Normalcy.