Darth Vitiate Books Novels & Stories

Boom. Jack was ripped away from the wall so violently that he stumbled, crashing into the nearby table. Bottles shattered, crates tumbled, and the entire room seemed to shake with the impact. Before I could even blink, a strong, unrelenting grip closed around my wrist, yanking me back with a force that sent my pulse skyrocketing. Liam. His presence was suffocating. Dominating. His fingers were wrapped around my wrist like a steel cuff, his expression carved from ice. Jack groaned from the floor, trying to push himself up. "Liam—what the hell—"

Serena turned around, seeing Damien, flashed a playful smile, "Oh, honey, you're finally here! I've been waiting for you!" Damien looked at the drunken Serena with a hint of exasperation, "Have you been drinking?" She held up her fingers, playfully saying, "I only had a tiny bit, just a little bit." Damien frowned, "You were just recovering from a fever and you drank?" Feeling a bit dizzy, she leaned against Damien, "Honey, I'm so dizzy. Please don't scold me! I know I was wrong! I promise, I won't drink again…”

A scream escapes my mouth as his hand connects with my arse, a moan escaping after the scream stops. "Damn hand forgot to stop." He stays quiet, his hand swinging again but stopping before it hits me. My eyes are watching, my mind telling me it was a genuine mess up, and he didn't stop in time. I watch as he does the same with the whip. A scream is escaping my mouth as it hits against my arse, my body relaxing as he swings again, not expecting it to hit, but it does. My body is jumping, as my hands grasp on the chains.

And a Vitale whose rage had finally found fuel. Damian didn’t slow. He didn’t breathe. He didn’t think. The blood of Redholt was still drying on his armor, caking in the ridges of steel and the grooves of his gauntlets, but he drove his army forward with a pace that made even the Vitale war-beasts wary. The path toward Tarron Vale cut between rocky ridges and winter-stiff pine forests. The world seemed to shrink away from him. Even the birds found better things to do than sing while this man stomped through the world like vengeance wearing a crown.

~ DAMIEN ~ I should be tired of Anastatia’ antics. But I'm not only tired. I'm so fucking annoyed. She said I'd done something wrong to her at high school and Vittorio even confirmed it but I can't remember shit. The accident fucked me up real good. Maybe this is the universe's way of getting back at me afterall, Karma is a bitch. I move away from the door and turn back to the lounge area while pulling my jacket. Then, I fold it and pick up my phone, after placing the folded jacket on the couch, dialing Vittorio's phone.

Most of the weak instantly died, but the stronger ones coughed out blood, while supporting themselves and trying their best to get back up on their feet. "Darla, the book!. You need to start the incantation!. We'll try to hold her off!". Hattie ordered before charging against Darcia that had already run wild…. In no time Hattie was sent flying in the air until she fell hard on the ground. No single one among them was able to slightly get close to Darcia without getting greatly injured. "Move!". Darla announced before she charged towards Darcia with the book. She tossed the book at Darcia before reciting the final spell. Everyone thought it was over, but that wasn't all. The book of light and

“But that makes her more dangerous.” The Vulture leaned forward, his voice low and edged with steel. “Darius is a ghost. A man with no face—until now. And Valeria is building an army of shadows. She’s gambling with fear. But she doesn’t know that fear can bleed.” Bain stared into the screen. “She wants war. Let’s give her one.” The screen cut to black. As Bain walked down the hall back toward the nursery, the image of Cassie nursing their son lingered in his mind. Darius had turned his back on blood—but Bain would never do the same.

Both books are combined together, and Abhimanyu's book is titled *Taken: King's Rights Reserved*. ... Thank you, ShineeSunshine ❤️

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

she said, "But I'm scared he'll catch me and hurt me again." "That's not going to happen," I spit, bending down to cut her completely free from the restraints. "Now get up." She looked up at me, surprised, as if I'd grown a second head. When she didn't budge, I closed the gap between my face and hers with only an inch. "Listen to me, Harriet. If you don't help yourself, you're going to die here alone and cold. You're not going to see tomorrow. Fight off the pain, fight your fear because you are going to live. You feel the fucking pain until it doesn't hurt anymore. You are a goddamn De Marchi. You're trained for shit like this. So stand your ass up and walk."