Darius The Great Is Not Okay Novels & Stories

because whatever path you plan on taking, it will only lead to your doom] . “He isn't someone worth knowing,” Atlas says. “Atlas.” I glare. He bites on his lips before saying, “His name is Darius. King Darius. And he is not a good man.” The horrified look on his face makes me take a cautious step back. ... [you hear that, November? he is bad. all Kings in Alkhemi are bad, how much longer till you acknowledge this?] ... “How bad is he?” I don't know who I am asking this question, but Atlas decides to speak up after a long while.

Darius couldn’t win. “Don’t look so desperate, brother,” he said. “You’re only getting what you deserve. You slaughtered my mother right in front of me. I should have done the same with Anna. But I am merciful. I am a good King. I am not you. The people will recognize that and love me for it.” I didn’t care to listen to what he was saying. I couldn’t remember ever feeling this desperate. When I watched Olivia fall from that cliff, yes. The feeling was identical to this. I had the feeling that I let her down.

“Because you slaughter people, you sick fuck.” Laughter rumbled from Darius like distant thunder, low and full of dark amusement. His massive frame shook with it as he leaned back in his chair, clearly enjoying the exchange. “Fair enough,” he said, nodding slowly. “But there's more to it than that. See, I’ve always had a bit of a temper. My wife used to say I was like a lion in a cage—always ready to rip someone apart if they so much as looked at my own.”

Darius sighed, trying to think of how to say this. “I can guess what you want to say. Reese is too good for me. A goddess like her, a living breathing superwoman, is so far out of a guy like me’s league it’s not even funny.” I sighed, putting the book down. Darius frowned, his brow furrowing as he looked at me. Great, here comes the pity. I don’t want to be pitied. I want someone to see that I am good enough for her. “That’s not it. It’s just Reese recently went through a bad breakup. She’s had a hard time with guys because, well, she’s a Nikolaidis.” He sighed.

he commanded, an expectant brow raised towards them. They all took deep breaths before Constantine rose to his feet, taking a curt nod before beginning, "We trust you have made preparations for the next ruler of Jigalia?" He began carefully, his voice coming out a lot quieter than he had intended but it wasn't his fault. When Darius was in one of his moods it was difficult to breath talk less of speak close to him, he was visibly pissed and his eyes dark with impending catastrophe, like a disaster waiting to happen. One mistake and the dam would break and an outpour of bottled up frustration would come upon whoever was unlucky enough. Darius knew it as well, times like these everyone walked

Darius uttered in no particular while laughing again. No wonder, why his greatest majesty taunt the three powerful beings to volunteer helping the puppet child; Nicholai! Darius once again laughed to himself. He wanted to witness too the fight that will add to the history books of ancient era. But- it is not yet his time to reveal himself. They knew him in Darius name, but not who he is. An alias his greatest majesty gave him. "Ha...haa...haaa.... haaaa..." his laughter reverberated throught out his castle.

she asked quietly. Alexander, seated in his wheelchair with a blanket draped over his legs, glanced at her. He knew the question would come, and he seemed to take a moment to gather his thoughts before answering. “Darius is… complicated,” Alexander began, his voice low. “His full name is Darius Blackwell. He’s the kind of man who can command a room with a single glance. People fear him for good reason. He’s ruthless, calculated, and incredibly powerful.” Sarah frowned, her brow furrowing. “But you said you’re friends?”

“You don’t want to lose control. You know how Zeus—” “I don’t fucking care if Zeus takes over now!” Darius barked. “I’m so pissed about what Emily did. I can’t believe someone with my own blood would do something against somebody I care about. I already hate the Patriarch so much because of his wickedness, now Emily is even as evil as he is!” “Relax, Darius. Relax. Please, calm down. I’m more concerned about your wolf right now. You really need to calm down,” Mrs. Opalyline pleaded.

They were obviously in support of the verdict. Everyone was astonished when Darius started laughing. He forced himself to laugh aloud, enough to cover all the noises in the yard. "I'm glad that I will be dying now. I won't have to witness the great tribulation that is coming and when it hits, I'm sure all of you will wish you had died earlier." He paused looking around at everyone that had become quiet. "Great tribulation can only be worsened by your presence. Now that you are going, there will be fewer things to be worried about." Obviously, Alpha Kai didn't want to trade words with him but his anger pushed him against his will.

“But all of that is irrelevant because no one can stand against you, my Lord. Not Kovu, not Kaliyah, not anyone.” I couldn’t help but grin at his words. He was right—no one could stop me. I was destined to stand above all. Darius stood, waiting for further instructions. He was loyal—or at least that’s what he wanted me to believe—but he lacked something. The thrill of the game didn’t excite him the way it did me. He saw the world in black and white—targets to eliminate, enemies to crush, territories to conquer. It was effective, yes, but it lacked…. finesse.