Avenged Sevenfold Black Reign Novels & Stories

"Paula, I want you to take me with you when your new life begins. I want to be part of your revenge.” “What?” "Just as you heard it, I want to be part of your revenge, I want us to be two against one because they, those people who are on your blacklist too, some of them owe me a debt. My name is Maximilian Montenegro or Maximilian Vital, as you prefer.”

His hands were tied at his back and his mouth was covered with duct tape. “No… No… No, Ethan… Please spare them.” Andrew Jr. heard the voice of his father, Andrew, and continued pleading. ‘Dad?’ he thought. ‘What is happening? Why are we here? Are we going to die?’ “You know me, right? I am the King of Mafias, and they wouldn’t call me ‘The Devil-Reaper’ for nothing,” Andrew Jr. heard another voice speak. “Remove the child’s blindfold.” The guy who said he was the Devil reaper ordered someone.

He smacked his thigh and ranted, "You don't have to hold it against Claire anymore, Zachary. We've already taught her a lesson the last time she brought up calling off the engagement!" Startled, Zachary repeated, "You taught her a lesson?" "That's right! Rest assured, for we're definitely on your side," Angus said hastily. "If she acts up again, I'll make her kneel in front of the house for three days straight! We'll see if she'll still have the nerve to throw a tantrum after that." Zachary squeezed the glass in his hand so tightly that it shattered. "You'll… make her kneel for three days straight?"

The runes ignited, threads of light weaving up her arms and into the Mark. The air thickened. The ground trembled. And from the shadows at the edge of the room, something stirred — not an Echo, but something worse. Figures began to form — twisted silhouettes of men and beasts, remnants of those the Black Moon had touched. They moved like smoke and screamed like memory. Zevran’s blade flashed. “Here we go again.” He fought without hesitation, cutting through shadows that reformed as fast as he struck them. Each one that fell fed the light around Kaelira’s spell, fueling her strength.

I sense the shock on the faces of his friends as he gasps for air, clutching his ribs in pain. “Get him, Jamal! Don’t let the newbie humiliate you like that!” “Oh damn, Jamal is definitely fucked up. Turns out the new guy can fight after all. He was just concealing his strength.” This is bad publicity. Something I desperately want to avoid in Blackridge. I don’t want anyone snooping into my business or coming to me for protection. “Daaaaamn you!” Jamal roars as he charges again. But he is not even a worthy opponent. His charge is a bluff.

I grew weak, drawing close to the darkness. I heard cries of my name and the wailing of sirens in a distance. Darkness finally consumed me, I had blacked out.

Magnus' slap sent a spinning wave through my head, stripping away whatever dignity and hope I had left. I broke down, my sobs consuming me as my vision blurred with tears. I clawed at my hair in a frenzy, my voice raw as I screamed in agony, "How could you hit me? I'm the one who was promised to you! You've all betrayed me! You've never seen me as part of this family! You've always wanted me out of your lives! Would you be happy if I just died?"

He tapped her but she was still feeling quite sleepy. "This woman is a headache" he grunted and Bethany opened her eyes. "Who are you calling a "headache"? Huh?" She dragged Xavier to herself and his eyes bulged looking intensively at her. ******************************* Blaze walked out of her room wearing fitted black leather trousers and black fancy leather boots. She had a black leather jacket over a black singleton. Her choker necklace fitted her well alongside her dark shades. Her hair was stylishly parked into a ponytail. Her lips were smeared with black lipstick. She looked stunning. Jason wore a black face cap and black shades. He pulled his black leather jacket on top of his black

Walder said but Louise wasn't listening, he was directly focusing on the reports and the architect drawings of his brother. "Black Powder? Indeed, these powders are powerful when it is ignited with fire. With these materials, their long-distance attack will have no match with our close combat. If the black powders are powerful, they will have to talk with King Rofus of the Ethereal Kingdom." As expected to a king who's both knowledgeable on war tactics and fighting, his insight is useful against war, he's quick to catch on to any useful methods and can know the lackings he must improve.

“I will choose myself.” Moonlight spilled through the windows. And on my collarbone, my power pulsed with new life. Not Alpha. Not Omega. Both. Silver and crimson, twined like threads of blood and starlight. They wanted purity. But I was reborn impure. And I would live impure. Wild. Unapologetic. Unchained.