Bones Ferdinand Novels & Stories

They messed up. Ferdinand’s eyes grew as wide as saucers when he saw what laid beyond the intertwined vines and branches. “This is goodbye.” Angie smirked while watching Ferdinand hang in the air for that short while. “Enjoy your living hell.” “You!” Ferdinand disappeared back down before he could get anything more out. “He got out!” A soldier yelled. “Catch him!” The soldiers below jumped into action. Two of them put their hands together for another to jump off their hands. The one launched upwards caught Ferdinand and they both tumbled heavily onto the ground. Their bodies were badly bruised but it was still better than broken bones and a lost life.

) Ferdinand clenched his fist and grinned. “It’s too late, Verno; I will win our battle, bring justice to Josephine’s death, and make Scarlett pay for all your sins!” (“Enough. I know Josephine isn’t the only reason for all of this! I can’t believe you’d risk your life in the pit!”) Ferdinand came to a halt and threw the items in front of him. “Shut up! Just sit there and watch your beloved granddaughter die!” (“Fernando—!”)

Draco said thoughtfully after watching him dryly. Ferdinand’s eyes widened abruptly, the facade fell off indiscriminately. “Gosh, I wish to kill her, though. Shredding her body into a few pieces and throwing it to the beasts. But before that, I want to do something with that body of hers,” he said with passion, placing misinformation inside Ferdinand’s head. Gasp! As expected, Ferdinand was greatly misunderstood and automatically clenched his hand around Draco’s throat before he could stop himself. It’d be easy to crush Draco’s airway, and feel him die with the closing of his fingers.

Will if I stay away will I get her heart? "My Lord..." That voice... I looked towards the living room. Ferdinand, one of the oldest demons in Inferno, he was standing in the corner over there. Even though he is the oldest demon, he looks about the same age as Rhince, seems to be in his early forties for a human. Ferdinand hasn't changed in centuries, and what makes him stand out is his long blonde hair. What's more, he has two sharp canines, which makes him look like a vampire. And it seemed he was waiting for me, when he saw me enter, he immediately bowed his body as if he was giving a respectful greeting. "Why?" I asked to the point.

He was surprised to see Janine bump into him, and she looked up at him. "It seems like someone is happy to be free," Ferdinand said with his cold voice. Janine's eyes sharpened. "It is you," she said, accusing him. "What?" He creased his brows. "Why are you trying to scare me…" Janine gritted. "If you think that you would scare me with your dead wife… then you are wrong." Janine chuckled. Dark circles were a little visible under her eyes. Ferdinand smirked, although he had no freaking idea what she was talking about—at least he wanted to show her who the real Ferdinand Alvarez was. "Your wife is long dead, and you can't scare me with her ghost."

And for the first time since that night in the ruins… I was afraid. Not for me. But for them. Because Ferdinand wasn’t just coming for revenge. He was coming to reclaim what he believed was his. And he wouldn’t care how many bodies it took to make it happen.

"Apparently that makes me weak and unsuitable for succession." The casual way he mentioned execution made my blood run cold, but it also explained the bone-deep pain I'd sensed during our healing connection. Ferdinand had been forced to choose between his conscience and his family, and he'd chosen to remain true to himself despite the consequences. "You're not weak," I said firmly. "You're brave. Braver than anyone has a right to expect." "That means more to me than you know," he said, raising our joined hands to press a gentle kiss to my knuckles. "Especially coming from you."

The Bone Crown fragments grew almost too hot to hold. The Guardian stared in disbelief. "The old trial..." Elian whispered the words as though speaking them too loudly might awaken something worse. "I thought it had been destroyed." "What trial?" Cassian asked. Before anyone answered, the nearest Warden finally moved. It stepped forward with surprising grace for something so massive. Its bronze armor was scarred by countless battles, and deep cracks ran across its chest where stone still clung to the metal beneath. When it stopped before Cassian, it planted the tip of its sword on the floor.

Immediately Ferdinand arose from the dining table, he turned around to face a gun that was pointed to him. "Where's my money, Winters? Or where is she?" His voice was aggravated as Ferdinand fell to his knees. His eyes met with the timid ones of his guards who'd allowed Henderson in despite all the instructions. They shrugged their shoulders with as much fear in their eyes as Theresa. "Give me some time, i said" Ferdinand was shameful, bringing his hands together to beg Mr Henderson. "Where is she?" She snarled, and it was obvious who he meant by she. "Sofia!" The sound of her daughter's name shuddered her heart that Theresa began to sob in terror. His gaze was caught by her slouched positio

The son—sons—Bertha was expecting were her husband's. She gave Ferdinand his own son. But for some reason, he never killed them. It doesn't matter at this point why he didn't, only that she's in trouble. She starts joining the pieces. So when Felix was on the phone, it was with his brother. And when he said 'dad's dead', he meant Ferdinand. Ferdinand is dead? "I've been waiting for this moment my whole life," he continues. "I've always wanted to meet the woman who ruined my life before it began."