Beelzebub X Vortex Novels & Stories

Silently, I watched as Lazaro put the bathtub to work, letting the cold water do its thing as he mixed some honey and milky scented fluids into the tub and topped it up with some colored petals. I should have been turned on by how damn good his muscles was flexing when he moved the objects around. Admiring how much he was working just to get my fever down. But I guess I was too worked up to even notice when the panic had already creeped in, making me suck in some air as I stared down at my clenching palms.

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

If this fight is prolonging, the peace and tranquility of the house will be doomed! Izzat had this kind of supernatural power that will be affecting his surrounding depending on his mood. If he is angry, the air around them will be turned cold and chilly. The first two weeks they are together, Fakhrul accidentally broke Izzat's favorite mug to pieces. Izzat went into a cold war for three days with Fakhrul. Those three days are the worse days in their life. He remembered the chilling feeling he felt during those days. As if they lived in the igloo. So cold, and he even gets a slight fever due to the freezing atmosphere.

For the first time in her career, words failed her entirely. The thing opened its mouth. The sound that followed was not a growl, not a howl, but something deeper—a vibration that rattled her bones, that seemed to hum with ancient hunger. Jonah raised his rifle, eyes wild. “Run!” he shouted. But Evelyn couldn’t move. She could only stare, trapped in the glow of those eyes as the Hollow Beast stepped fully into view.

The waves surged violently, as if acknowledging our presence. “It was born when the first mage tore Mana from the world itself,” Veylor continued. “The excess energy had nowhere to go. It sank. Condensed. Became this. A sea that devours instability and amplifies intent. Cultivating here will force your Core into absolute alignment. There is no hiding from yourself in the Abyssal Verge. You want to know who you truly are? Then cultivate here for the next ten years.” My throat tightened. “You will either master yourself,” he said calmly, “or be unmade.”

I glanced nervously at the discarded sugar packets on the table. "Enough to plunge you into darkness, but not quite send you to the grave. At least, not yet." His thumb grazed his lower lip in a slow, deliberate motion, his intense gaze unwavering from mine. "Enough to make you docile, so I could take you out of here without any protest."

"Dad, please buy me a bicycle. I told mom about it but she said that I will get hurt because I don't know how to ride it." "I will talk to your mom regarding that but I promise you that I will buy one for you, okay?" The young boy's face lighted up and was very thankful to his father. When they saw their older brother coming, they told him that their father will buy them gifts. "Dad will buy me a big dollhouse, ha!ha!ha! And then he said that he will also buy a bicycle for Ivan!" Isabella told her big brother. "We are so happy, Elijah! If you want you can also ask dad to buy you anything you want!" she added.

I murmured against Beezebulb’s ear. Beezebulb bellowed and slammed both fists down. The shockwave shattered into the air, sending strong bellows of wind. I rode it, twisting in midair, and drove my knee into Beezebulb’s sternum. Chitin cracked. Enraged, Beezebulb spun, the worse happened when additional five horns appeared on his head, that was the evidence of the black magic he had been practicing. It was genetic mutation. “ You like what you see? “ He beseeched me with a ghastly smile.

Chapter 13— Technically Hawthorne Tech Headquarters – Tokyo Division — 7 a.m. Executive Boardroom – 27th Floor. The skyscraper rose like an obelisk against the Tokyo skyline, glass panels reflecting the pale morning light. Jaxon stepped into the lobby, already on a call with Nolan Reece, his COO back in New York whenever Gabriel was absent. "Cancel the acquisition with Valtrex Systems," Jaxon ordered, his tone clipped. "Their numbers are bloated, and the tech isn’t proprietary. I won’t pay for smoke and mirrors."

Feel betrayed already? Either man or woman, your lover might let you down one day The bass in Velvet Room pulsed like a heartbeat made of neon and regret. Bodies moved against each other under violet light, drinks poured over glittering rims and the hum of scandal traveled faster than any song played by the DJ.