Adonis Novels & Stories

Donatello didn’t say a word as he looked at the four of us. “You knew of this, didn’t you?” Ariana asked her son. Donatello didn’t respond, and nodding, Ariana looked at Katerina “you two are going to make the biggest mistake of your life. Domenico is not like the other elders that you fought, and you two are not Lycans who can fight him back the way he does…”

I spat. Sebastian was already standing beside Henry while Adonis was watching the whole scene from his table. He acknowledged my presence and I ignored him. Adonis is an Italian fashion designer who is majorly specialized in men’s clothing and he has been both Sebastian and Henry’s stylist since forever. Even though I’ve been here with the two of them many times that I can’t keep count, I still don’t trust Adonis enough to let him style me. “I can’t believe you invited him here, Sebastian,” I spat as soon as I got close to them. “And you knew about this,” I told Henry.

Show me a man with the guts to stand up to your father and I’ll show you a man who doesn’t exist. ‘He exists.’ Her heart pumped hard against her chest and she forced herself to breathe slowly. ‘There is one man who isn’t afraid of anyone or anything. A strong man.’ ‘Who?’ Sophia kept her voice casual. ‘I’m going to see Damian Andino.’ The name alone drained the colour from her mother’s face. ‘Andino is another version of your father. He’s a ruthless, self-seeking playboy with no conscience and not one shred of gentleness in him. Don’t be fooled by that handsome face and that charismatic smile. He’s deadly.’

Adonis yelled and launched a full-body attack on Kalta. Kalta was fully ready to end every life in Adonis. He hated the guts of the kid and did not want him to live a day longer. If he was going to be the strongest being alive, he had to be swift in taking that which belonged to him. He watched Adonis fly through the air to attack him and for a second, he did not lose his composure. Like the god he now was, he simply stretched forth his hand and grabbed Adonis by the throat.

I try to take care of her at work and outside work, her husband does everything he can to keep her out of trouble. Norah pouts, and I pull her out of the kitchen until we're in a safe, quiet zone. She shows me a small vile wrapped in a silky napkin, watching with wide eyes to see my reaction. "What the hell is that?" I have to ask. She grins. "It's another poison to add to my collection. I finally got the belladonna extract," she explains. "Are you crazy?" I whisper-shout, looking around. "This is a restaurant! You have to stop bringing them here!"

How long have I been shitting on these cold tiles, two hours? "Andrea?" Christophe questions gently from the other side of the door, "we need to leave in ten minutes" he pushes the door open slowly, an attempt to warm me he's coming in. I twist on the floor to look at him, he's wearing jeans and a hoodie, different from the black suit I've become accustomed to, an attempt to blend in I suppose. He eyes my bare legs, sticking out from under my black hoodie.

'' Delta is the lowest-tiered Werewolf nation. ''Good. I'll be there with Perol,'' replied Eden mentioning Perol who is a Beta, the older brother of Herol. He then walked down the stairs at high speed. Herol's forehead wrinkled. He still remains in his place. Astonished by Eden's enthusiastic attitude that the man rarely shows. What's more, it's about women. Eden who is famous for his power and power throughout the pack in the Scandinavia area is also known as the loneliest Alpha, having not met the Luna.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

I whispered to myself. And then he was there,suddenly at my side, close enough that I caught the faint scent of pine and steel. “Hey,” Adrian said, his deep voice low and smooth. “Watch me.” He moved into the stance with effortless grace, muscles shifting under his training gear, every line of his body radiating controlled power. For a moment, the entire world narrowed to just him. My heart stuttered.

“I’m sorry for what happened. I’m sorry for putting your life in danger. I never meant for any of this to touch you.” My stomach twisted. “Oh my god, you do know her.” He nodded once, it was slow and miserable. “Who is she?” “Her name is Donna Sofia.” He spoke the name like it tasted bitter. “She’s married to one of the old bosses, Don Moretti. Back when Don Antonio adopted me, Don Moretti and Antonio were partners, they were thick as thieves.” He paused, rubbed his thumb across his knuckles like the motion could erase what came next.