Arny Gallucio Novels & Stories

“Police. Senior Detective. Father of one. This is my wife—Brooke.” Brooke gave a tight smirk, eyes still on the map. “We fought Gallus before,” Gabe said. “Gallus? What the hell is a Gallus?” Scott replied. “It’s a water demon—nasty, crude, and apparently one of the four lords of Hell,” Gabe replied.

“A lot of creature hunters attacked me on my way here. That’s why I was very late. But I’m fine now. Mommy had patched me up. Except for this stubborn bruise that needs a bit more tending.” “Oh… You’re really okay?” Gallahan offered Calisto a reassuring smile. “I am, Cal. Don’t worry about me, hm? I’m a strong wolf. This bruise is nothing.” Calisto nodded and said nothing more. “But you know what,” Gallahan went on, sounding careful yet also casual. “I’ll feel even better if you can forgive me for being so late. I’m really, really, really sorry about today.” Calisto shrugged, but I knew how he had already forgiven Gallahan as soon as he saw the bruise. And the explanation Gallahan provided w

Aranjo walked into the middle of the hall to Halley, clearly seeing the surprised look of his stepsister. Did they think they would run away from the hall? said Aranjo in heart. When Aranjo and Halley stand side by side, their performances are completely opposite. Halley is very beautiful with luxurious clothes and makeup on her face. Aranjo is very eye-catching, and Halley's existence is not considered at all, although Aranjo only wears simple clothes with half of her face covered with a black veil. Aranjo sits in front of a white harp with beautiful carvings. Halley stood beside Aranjo, herself impatiently waiting for the demon girl to embarrass herself.

He continues to get closer when Corvu comes around the front of my horse, poking his sword into the strangers back. “I think you’re lost.” Corvu states. “Oh no, I know where I am.” The man turns around to face Corvu. Gecko comes to Corvu’s side with a small dagger in hand, the one he mostly used to cut up fruit. “I am Laucian Galanodel, and I shall ask you once and once only to sheath your weapons.” The name alone shocked the boys and they immediately did as he asked. What are they doing? Whilst slightly bowing Corvu responds, “I’m sorry, my Lord.” Lord?

"I must go. I can feel them on the ground." As Kieran was opening the door, Jucel called out to him in a small voice. "Don't call me that any longer. I am Jucel Greyn, a warrior of Sarania who became a Demetri. Let me live with that." Kieran Lornn smiled and closed the door behind him.

Leon asked again. "Angelica. Wait, why do you keep asking me? Have you forgotten her?" Owen remember that little girl back then, that girl has a round blue eyes since she is actually half blood, her mother is a filipina-chinese and her father is an American. The little girl also have a wavy long hair that Leon's often plays, she sure will be pretty when she grows up. "Why would I forget her?" Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

His grin only widens, his eyes flicking toward Arkyn with a bored expression. “Oh, look,” he drawls, finally releasing me, letting me drop to the ground as I gasp for air. “The cavalry has arrived.” I scramble back, choking, my hand pressed to my throat as I try to steady myself. My mind is reeling, every part of me screaming to wake up, to snap out of this nightmare. But it’s real. Too real. Arkyn stops a few feet away, his eyes blazing with fury as he stares at Orion. “What have they done to you?” he growls, his voice filled with a mix of rage and sorrow.

I continued to kick at Galterio as I tried to shake myself free. “YOU ARE MINE!” he roared. His deep animalistic voice shook me to the core. He sounds like a demon. Galterio swiped his other arm up and dug his claws into the flesh of my thigh. I screamed in agony as we began to fall back to the ground. Somehow, Galterio managed to land on his feet first, and then rolled onto his back as I came down on top of him. He quickly rolled us over so that I was under him. His elongated snout and long sharp canines were mere millimetres from my face. A blob of drool dripped from his long fang and landed on my cheek as he growled at me.