Claude Faustus Novels & Stories

It reminded him of the fact that his dear daughter’s life was always in danger. “It can’t be true? It’s not like royal monk is God. He can’t predict everything. Faust..?” Wades tugged on Faust’s arm asking him in a fire hope of getting this all wrong, that he would hear Faust say that he had been mistaken. But no. Faust didn’t respond.

“Hahaha!” The old man tossed a half-dead Hamilton to Kayson and scoffed, “I, Claude Powell, have been alive for years, and this is the first time I’ve met an arrogant kid like you!” He blew a mouthful of black smoke at Kayson right after saying that. His exhale was as pungent as burning plastic. Kayson let out a low-toned shout before he transformed his energy into a billowing gale to bounce the toxic air away. Claude was not surprised. “As expected of a pre-celestial practitioner. You’re so young, yet you manipulate your energy so easily. You’re practically a peerless prodigy.

"To be honest, Eustace, Claude.N’s name had already been completely eliminated from our pack options before our boots even walked through your door. Luckily, the old man's mouth gave my fangs a perfect reason to reject his studio." Eustace bursts into a loud, frantic laughter, assuming that Connor is merely trying to protect his alpha pride before the females. However, Connor calmly pulls out his phone device and opens a fresh email script. "The designer Fearles was this winter's first-place crown winner at The World Design Awards, whereas Claude.N came in a distant fifth place on the stones. Fearles's studio is owned entirely by Claude.N’s brilliant ex-wife, and she is a she-wolf with incre

Elder Maurice was about to go mad. He shouted again, "Let me say this one more time, you'd better shut up right now! If you say another word, I'll kill you!" Elder Maurice was not joking at that point. If Claude continued talking like that, Elder Maurice would really do something to Claude, no matter where they were. Even if Elder Maurice killed Claude, the others would not say anything at all. After all, Claude was an alchemist of Phoenix Valley. Claude was suddenly woken up by those words. Chills went down his spine, and he immediately shut his mouth.

Sebastian said to Claude, smiling. Claude frowned and said, "Well, if that's the case, pardon me for what's about to happen next." He moved as fast as lightning and stretched out a hand to hit Sebastian on the top of his head. Excitement sparkled in Lana's and Nate's eyes when they watched Claude launch his attack. Claude was one of the elders at the headquarters of the Martial Arts Association, and he was one of the top most powerful men in the seven southern states. He was also a top expert who had been at Level One of the Celestial stage for twenty years. It would be a piece of cake for him to deal with a junior in martial arts like Sebastian.

A familiar voice sounded as I turned to him. Lucian Vaughn, a famous rouge from blood moon pack, the most rebellious rouge I have ever heard of, I wonder how he has made it alive for this long after years of being wanted but never found, somehow he has gained his freedom back after deciding never to step his feet in his pack. Now he is alone and roaming around… What the hell is he doing in Paris? “It is Alpha Cassius to you, I could easily kill you right this instant if you don’t pick your respect.” I warned and turned to get into the car.

"Let me guess. Someone told you to come after me, claiming that I'm a villain?" Faust did not answer, so he continued, "Then why don't you tell me what they described me to be? You're dying anyway—why not let it all out before you do? Don't you agree?" "Color me surprised!" Faust snapped right then, "Not only do you rape and pillage, but you're a masochist who likes being cursed too!" Drea smiled in wry amusement. "Him? Rape and pillage? Look at me! I'm beautiful, but he still isn't interested!"

"This kid seems to be called Chase Collins. He's one of the new disciples recently taken by several independent elders. He's the most outstanding among them. Supposedly, he possesses a unique physique, the Innate Path Physique. His future as a martial Path ancestor is promising." The lackey who spoke wore blue robes and was named Claude Ulrich. He was originally an independent cultivator with only moderate to good aptitude. Driven by circumstances and skilled at flattery, he had successfully risen to become one of Vaugh's trusted followers by bootlicking and running errands for him. "Why didn't you say so earlier? You made me lose face!" Vaughn viciously slapped him. The sound shocked everyo

Claude nervously stood up as he bowed his head before my mother. "I-I..." He cleared his throat and looked at Her nervously. "M-Moon Goddess Lunaria, I-I am Clau..." He cleared his throat again when his voice cracked causing me to chuckle softly. "I'm... Uh... Claudian Alexander IV. I am..." He gulped. "I am Rachelle's mate," he said as he chuckled nervously.

Claude would never have expected to see the mailman from the morning smiling at him from his position at the courtyard's exit. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded coldly. "If you're still asking such an idiotic question at this time, it only goes to show how dumb you are," the mailman retorted mockingly. "That guy is a member of the Hexen Coven," Cassian explained. "A member of the Hexen Coven?" Claude was shocked at first, but he then asked in confusion, "Why would a Hexen Coven member impersonate a mailman?"