Diablo Vs Guy Crimson Novels & Stories

They could flock to Krispin, the lead singer of Blood Rights, and leave me the fuck alone. Damian, the owner of Club El Diablo, an exclusive kink club in Houston, recommended the woman who would soon be joining me. She wouldn't want paparazzi attention either. I laughed when Damian told me she owned a publishing house and was a real ball-breaker. He knew my needs and thought the two of us might be a good match. Blood Rights, my band, had just returned from a world tour and I didn't have time to look for a woman who fit my parameters. I'd never been disappointed with Damian's suggestions in the past, so I trusted his judgment now.

The doubt on my face was evident as she gave a short laugh. “Yes. Let me explain,” I give her a nod, and she begins her proposal. “When we turn, everything heals and then stops aging. There are eggs still in the ovaries, but no communication between the organs to tell them to fertilize during intercourse. Hence, no menstruation. Introducing hormones could break the biochemical stasis. I have been testing the other Crimsonborn blood. For those that haven’t turned, it seems their blood has unusual levels of B1ND hormone. Higher than anything I’ve seen-”

She wasn’t for sale. Not to a man like him. Especially not to him. She could still see his eyes from that day in court. Calm. Piercing. Not the kind of calm that comes from peace — but the kind that comes from control. From knowing the world bends for you. That lives disappear when you say the word. The kind of calm you see in the mirror when you've stopped believing in mercy. She had no doubt now — Kieran wasn’t just connected to the mafia. He is the mafia.

Lucian joined on the fight and it seemed Drago was more prepared for it wasn’t long, they had Nikolai surrounded and disarmed. “Take a look Nikolai, I won the battle after all. Just like I always said I would,” Drago said, approaching him where he was kneeling. “Because you cheated, you had Diablo help you,” Nikolai sneered. “Diablo doesn’t help anybody, he came here for one reason and one reason alone, to take that which you took from him. This fight was between me and you and he made it clear to me that he won’t join as long as he found her unharmed.”

No one below the late stage of the Deity Realm could compete with them. It was the same with the Inuit, who had always been able to fight alone. There had never been a shortage of geniuses in this world, and Dorian and Niall were the best of them all. Even so, they were still no match for Crane. This was the absolute gap in cultivation between them. Their swords were held by a huge palm shadow. The moment the palm shadow was torn apart, the sword light collapsed. A ferocious smile appeared on Crane's face. "It's been a long time since I've tasted the blood of a genius." said Crane as he took a step back and then quickly moved forward.

The Goblins drew their swords and advanced carefully towards them, preparing to make their move on them. The warriors drew their swords and prepared to fight. “All right, all right, you are correct,” Diana agreed. Damian flashed a gratifying smile at himself. The leader of the goblin, on the other hand, leaped on him first and swung its sword so rapidly that Damian was almost struck down. The goblin swung his sword at Damian repeatedly in the hope of severing his flesh, but to no avail as the monster's scorching scent nearly suffocated Damian when he engulfed him with his fire. But then Damian was smarter than the enormous ugly thing and summoned his fire, engulfing the goblin again.

The intricacies of their relationships and motivations woven into the supernatural tapestry were laid bare, setting the stage for a confrontation that extended beyond mere physical prowess. As Damian walked in front of Grinjo, challenging him with a provocative "Or else what? Are you going to fight me?" Grinjo, refusing to be baited, focused on charging at me once more. However, engrossed in my attempt at regeneration, I left myself open to his impending strike. Just as Grinjo's heavy blow was about to land, an unexpected savior emerged.

“I’m sorry guys. Though I am an adventurer, I’m still someone who vowed to protect the Armani Family.” "Then let's go," Dio smirked and immediately took off. Calyx, Cyrus, and Crystal smiled when they heard Dio's quick decision. Calyx heaved a sigh of relief as he readied himself to chase after those who ran first while the twins shook their heads in disbelief. “That boy might be crude, but he is still a soft-hearted young man.” Crystal mumbled before she concentrated mana on his feet and followed after Cyrus.

His stance was aggressive just like mine. And so, we met each other on the battlefield for the first time. Red and Crimson energy clashed. He was the first one to be pushed back because of the strong force that left my body and engulfed all his red energy. Crimson consumed Red. Blood overcame favor. And the Lycans would always be victorious over the people claiming to be Demigods. Because the half-God thing was just bullshit to me.

Dylan and I say in unison. “Come on. It's unfair.” None of us responds to Orlo’s tantrums. But Dylan’s response caught me off guard. My duties in Vampire Land and this mission, on the one hand, and Dylan’s relationship with Julia Boone, on the other hand. Dylan’s past has always been complicated, and he never opened up to us, but this dynamic between Verena’s best friend and my brother smells different. “Anyways.” Orlo opens his mouth again, having both our attention. “How are you managing your fucked up situation?”