Darius The Great Is Not Okay Novels & Stories

This had Alexandra turning her face to meet his gaze once more and she arched a confused brow at him. “The visit.” Darius informed. He lowered his gaze and began drawing circles in the sand below him as he continued to talk. “It was horrible and… not fun at all.” He forced a chuckle out his mouth and sighed. “I hated every second of it yet knew I had o go through with it. Somewhat like a torment you are destined to suffer no matter how you try to avoid it.”

"I am going to tear you apart. Slowly. Painfully. I am going to make you suffer for every moment of pain you caused her." Darius's face was turning purple. His red eyes bulged. But there was no fear in them. He seemed to be enjoying the pain, the look on his face was unsettling. He didn't look like he was struggling to breathe or in pain. It appeared like he was letting the beast hold him, not fighting back. "I would have been a better king," he gasped. "I would have been a better mate. I would have—" "I do not care what you would have been."

It didn't. "That is not what I said you should do, princess! You've been acting all high and mighty these days, parading around with that lover of yours, and now you simply want me to let you go? Just like that? It seems like you don't grasp the severity of the situation you've gotten yourself into." Darius didn't sound like himself at all. His expression was crazed and manic. His voice was low and husky. Sweat glistened his face and the middle of his chest which I could clearly see from his loosened robe.

“A king should always fight for his people. He shouldn’t raise taxes or neglect them when they’re struggling. The only reason the people are suffering now is that your father decided to fight a war that wasn’t necessary.” “But it was necessary,” he insisted. “They will come after us.” “Isn’t your uncle a Dark One?” I reminded him. “Darius is nothing like them.” “Isn’t he?” I pressed. “Are you saying we should be afraid of him?” the youngest inquired. I shook my head and smiled. “Of course not! But I want you two to consider this: if Darius isn’t evil, does that mean all the other Dark Ones might not be evil either?”

I still had a hold on Darius' arms, and my nails dug in, "so Moon was on the list too?" "What?" Darius said. And he actually sounded surprised. "No, I just needed to kill you." "Well, Daddy dispatched some soldiers to her pack who were attempting to infiltrate. You’re right about him being a coward; instead of actually declaring war, he’s trying to kill people in their sleep. Hand of applause for your fucking dad for thinking outside the box." I laughed, "o, wait, you can’t clap. I’ve got your arm here." I pushed my nails even further into his arm, and he growled. "Just kill me, it will be better than what dad will do if he finds out I failed."

I snapped. What was it with everyone around me and their inability to leave me the fuck alone? Marlene folded her arms stubbornly “take a look at yourself Darius…. You have not had a bath in ages, you barely eat anything…. How is anyone expected to trust you to lead a war if you haven’t even taken care of yourself properly yet?” she asked “I am fine Marlene… please I am a little busy here if you don’t mind” I said. She scoffed “you are fucking impossible Darius, and Ayla-”

Jin doesn't know if he will laugh or cry at the reaction of the two Goddesses. "Do I look okay?" Jin said, as his face mixed with a smile and a twinge of pain. Jin doesn't know if he will laugh or cry at the reaction of the two Goddesses. "Do I look okay?" Jin said, as his face mixed with a smile and a twinge of pain. Devora opened her eyes widely like a toddler in amazement, "Wow, you are amazing! You can still joke even though your condition is very bad!" Just a few Seconds later, they were surprised when they heard Abbadon's voice from not far away.

But the father was yet to understand what his son was saying Father, the great king of our community, Lord Darius is dead Hmmmmmmm indeed, a great king had passed away they all left sorrowfully Cyrus locked himself and was still thinking about the shit he had landed himself on, he wasn't happy with himself at all the most annoying part of it was what the lady mistress told her concerning the prince of Twilight Pack His face was full of anger and jealousy How can this happen Why would it be that little brat, that good-for-nothing idiot will always be the one to take the glory by defeating the great beast? Why will the gods decide to choose Stormie over me? I surely know that Stormie is not ev

Their smiles are fake and flawless. And Darius? He doesn’t even look uncomfortable. Not one ounce of guilt. He doesn’t even look at me.

"That's precisely why I know reality was less impressive." Luna smiled. "Apparently, Darius fought a nine-thousand-year-old king while standing on a burning tower." "I did not," Darius protested. "You also had silver wings," Luna added. Darius stared at Aurora, who looked utterly innocent. "That part might have been added later." Kael, riding several horses behind them, called out, "I heard you were shirtless!" Darius closed his eyes. "This is why history cannot be trusted." Silas laughed from beside him. "Finally, something we agree on professionally."