Doflamingo Crew Novels & Stories

"Repeat it, and I don't care who you are Con. I will feed you to the dragons myself." The two friends looked at each other, a silent battle waging between them before Con finally had the sense to avert his eyes. Bubbles popped in front of Cons vision as Gio growled, letting him loose once again. "Jesus Gio, it was just a joke." Deep growling left the Alpha's mouth as he swallowed more of his drink before Gio stood up, slamming his glass down on the bar. "Prepare a team of six to leave at dusk. Tonight I will retrieve my mate and truly make her mine."

"All I know is that the Council destroyed my sister once, and now they're coming for you." She picked up the summons, studying the seal one final time. Then, before anyone could stop her, she thrust it into the candle flame on Marcus's desk. The paper caught instantly, curling and blackening in her grip. "Run," she said. "Tonight. Take Luna, take Tiffany, and disappear." I watched the summons burn. The edges turned to ash, the words dissolving into nothing, the seal melting into a smear of red wax. When the flames reached Morgana's fingers, she let it drop into the metal waste bin, where it finished its destruction in a small, sad fire.

I got even more wet and excited just by thinking about the things he would do with me and the positions he'd put me in. Gasping at the discovery, I couldn't believe it. No way it couldn't be, not him, not Mariah's brother. The tattoo was proof it was the exact same one, an angel with burning wings falling, it was in the exact same placement as well on his chest. Fuck! it was him, Danny's the guy from the fucking club.

“Day one always is.” She shot him a look. “You’re not helping.” He smiled faintly. “I’m here, aren’t I?” Lyra exhaled. “Fine. Let’s try something else.” She stepped into the centre of the clearing and raised her voice. “Everyone, eyes on me.” The noise died down, slowly but surely. Lyra continued, “We’re going to run a joint drill. Stormfall and Bloodpine mixed teams. Kaelan and I will demonstrate.” Kaelan blinked. “We will?”

Master commanded. Before the opponents knew what had struck them we had pierced them with Amethyst needles. Then we handed them over to the team fire. The expression on the face of the king was priceless as he saw our human team lead his powerful shifters away from the field that too with the help of brooms. I howled with laughter as I tried to imagine that scene. “How many shifters do we have in the fire cube now?” Aaron shrugged his shoulders and said, “Master…” “Four hundred and fifty…”

A flock of flamingos, the Inferno Order's battle mounts, descended from above. Atop these birds rode the elite warriors of the Inferno Order, the Fire Guards. Among them, Egan led a hundred men. As for the other hundred thousand troops, they had been stationed elsewhere. "Egan, tone it down. You're scaring my little one," Micah complained, patting the white crane beneath him to soothe it.

he called out, “can we get some more fries here?” I scrolled down the website, stopping by the picture of the Flair Mag’s sky scraper building in New York. I paused on it, mouse hovering over the image as looked on, imagining what it would be like to work there. Having your own glam team, trips around the world chasing even bigger stories and most importantly- a fat salary. Oh it was the dream. And I was just a story away from gracing my feet on their velvet set carpets probably imported from exotic places like Persia or Venice. The whole world would know my name and I would finally be able to interview stars without having them bolting the other direction whenever there is a subtle flash fr

"A ROSE!? WHY THE FUCK WOULD I NEED SUPPORT FOR A ROSE! AND VAMPIRES ARE NOT REAL!" "Come say that to Barag! The damn thing ripped his fucking throat out!" "Believe me this is no damn ordinary rose you asshole! Do you want a bombardment or no!? And what the hell is the rear line squads doing!?" The captain of the Western flank team could only cringe his teeth as he and his fell argued via their magic crystals. Although he whole heartedly prayed vampires and are indeed nothing but legends, the fact that the center had been decimated may prove them real. As for the eastern division, maybe the captain had been caught in a blast or some such occurrence and hit his head...really, really hard..

I spent the rest of the weekend in my room, unless we went to dinner. The Trio had the kitchen staff prepare a smorgasbord on Sunday night before June and Anton returned to their home. There was so much food, we could have fed the whole tribe. Yes, dragons eat a lot, but even this was overboard. Are The Trio trying to impress me? If so, why? Were they serious about wanting to be friends? Is this their way of showing it?

In the end, Simon came back empty-handed. The Hoffman family might be loaded and influential, but they could not get an airline to round up passengers from a landed flight and fly them back. Back in his office, Simon flopped down and pulled up our old chat history, scrolling through every message with meticulous care. There were the days he would laugh at Nicole's quirky antics, and the sunsets I would snap from our living room's panoramic windows. He scrolled, lost in the memories, a smile creeping onto his face.