Claude Faustus Novels & Stories

I uttered in a mocking tone. Alucard's gaze held a mixture of longing and determination. "You can continue to feign ignorance if you wish, but I'm certain of your true identity. You are the same Faustina I've known—loved—in the past, the present, and even the future," he confessed with unwavering sincerity. I couldn't help but shake my head, refusing to entertain his words that seemed utterly implausible. "All these years, I've been haunted by your absence. If only I had been stronger that day, I would have—"

Thomas roared into the night yet not a single sound answered his call. That Supreme Existence has executed the wrath of the restless heavens and disappeared upon the next breath. "I KNOW THAT YOU ARE STILL HERE! ANSWER ME!" Thomas' crazed summons reverberated in the halls. In his arms, there was a weak woman filled with grey hair and a wrinkled face of the ancient. "Claude..." Claudia muttered her son's name as she was about to say thank you to her son’s master in the unknown deep of the skies yet she has not the breath to continue her words.

do you know where I'm going? -No ... you wouldn't find them- says the man with a broken voice. Azael laughs again. -Don't you know who I am? The man shakes his head. Azael takes a few seconds to respond. A malicious smile forms on his face before he does so. -I'm Azael Volkov. Dutson's son. I feel the man's face go completely pale. We all watch the scene in silence, no one dares to speak. - That mafia is dead ...- he says in just a whisper.

"Really?! I’ve always wanted to go to Europe! Are we seeing castles? Eating bratwurst?" "No, dumbass. We’re going to meet someone." She blinked. "Who?" "Faust." "Who’s that?" I sighed, dragging a clawed hand down my face. "The man who sold his soul for knowledge. One of the greatest human sorcerers to ever live. A Contractor so powerful Hell hasn’t reclaimed him yet." "Oh. Cool. So he’s like a wizard celebrity?" "Sure. Let’s go with that." She looked confused. Worried. So I continued.

“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.

Besides he found someone for himself too". Noah explained. And for the first time in months, Benjamin smiled his genuine smile. "Okay how about... Lets start it again". Noah stood up stretching his hand. "Hello. I am Noah Gabriel . A Mechanical Engineer. And you"??? ********* Tabby

"Really? That is the pathetic game you want to play with me? Denial?" "It is not a game, and I am not in denial about anything." I bent gracefully to collect the broken champagne flute, using the movement to steady my racing heart and buy precious seconds to think. "My name is Evangeline Northcrest, and I have absolutely no idea who this Seraphine person is supposed to be. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone from your past?" "Evangeline." He tasted the name slowly, like poison coating his tongue. "How incredibly creative of you. Very sophisticated. Tell me, Lady Evangeline, do you often crash parties under false pretenses and fake identities? Is this a hobby of yours?"

He stepped back and went to stand beside Claude. “So, please, Claude, can you repeat what you said to me yesterday?” Lucas asked while grinning at terrified Claude. I had tried to threaten Claude with my eyes but all my attempts failed because he feared Lucas who had me in his clutches. “My name is Claude and I’m a spy. I was hired by Seamus to keep watch and report every movement taken by you and your men. Your progress, your failures, and most importantly the increase and decrease in your sizes,” Claude said all of this with a bold tone while staring sternly at me in the eye. He didn’t stutter one bit and that hit be wondering where he got the extra balls from.

I’m supposed to be wearing a white canvas but didn’t have much money to spare on a single pair of shoes. I grabbed my towel and head to the bathroom. Starting a quick shower and going to brush my teeth and fix my hair. My name is Afraah, I’m fair in complexion, I’m five feet two inches, my lips are thick and pink, I have a pointed nose, brown eyes and I’m quite slim. I live with my stepmother who has three children and my younger brother Khalil who is a fourth-stage cancer patient. My mom died when I was five years old while my dad passed away two years ago. My family isn’t rich which makes it very difficult to provide Khalil with the necessary things he needs.

“Why do you keep calling it the thing? It was a man! And he went crazy and started munching on people!” “Do you truly think we are hunting a man? We are hunters, you fool! We hunt the supernatural. You are only here because you know what the vampire looks like!” “V-vampire?” Roger stuttered. “Idiot! Did you think we approached you because you said some man was high on drugs and began to bite people? Of course not! The police could have handled some crazy person. Why is everyone so stupid nowadays? Carson, take Roger down to the dungeons. He can’t leave now that he knows what we do.”