Doll King Novels & Stories

Limp body carelessly thrown to the ground in a bloody heap once done being thoroughly tortured. The stench of piss slowly began to overpower the sour coppery scent of blood. I could already see a pool forming beneath the beaten body. My lips curled at the sight. Fucking disgusting. Chapped lips parted, releasing a haggard breath and mumbling a pathetic plea. “P-Please.” “Are you asking for mercy?” I feign ignorance, “Are you asking me to spare you after you decided to be the reason why I had to cut the date I had with your Queen short?”

“Tiger is chipping in her with opinion.” “Hi, Tigs!” Cin waved. “Well, if she wants to know, Dolly thinks it’s a brilliant idea.” I couldn’t help but grin. Dolly was my sister’s wolf, though she behaved more like a Golden Retriever. She’d go along with anything Cin suggested, eager to please and always encouraging. Unlike Tiger, who could be too damn opinionated for her own good sometimes.

Doll did not play games with that. “That’s one thing I love about her. She’s always made it her battle to stand up for us. I caught her speaking to one of the servants the other day who commented under her breath about having a fated mate and a chosen mate at the same time was a disgrace to the Goddess. Doll stopped walking and turned to her. She used that quiet wrath tone of hers and asked her ‘Do you mean the same Goddess that was destroying Aedrul, killing innocents, enslaving a multitude of others, and also murdered the King’s entire family? That Goddess. Right?’ The poor woman pressed her lips into a thin line. Doll then proceeded to explain about how she was a Krosthani, mated to a shi

Janus agreed. "You seem so fearless, young lady. It looks like you don't value your life that much. Are you not afraid that we might kill you right here right now?" says Dolos, The God or daimon of trickery, cunning deception, craftiness, guile, and treachery. Dolos has this mysterious smirk on his face. "You're right. I'm fearless and I don't value my life. Is that a problem?" said Raven with a smile. Dolos' grin widened as he spoke, "Then who are they to you? Aren't they your friends?"

she asked Nyxoria excitedly, turning her entire head to face her friend. "Of course I heard it, Dika. I am sitting right next to you," Nyxoria said, rolling her eyes in a playful teasing way. "I would hardly have missed it when the dragon wolf is speaking so loudly right in front of us." Dika's grin somehow grew even bigger and wider if that was possible. "So," she began eagerly, returning her gaze once more to the silent Obsidian who was watching them both with those intelligent eyes. "Are you a male or a female wolf dragon? I need to know this very important information."

To the edge of her control. “We should expect visitors soon then,” Her father stated brightly. She flashed her teeth at him, elongated canines snapping against her straight teeth as her eyes flashed. Her beast just beneath the surface. Her father growled at her, snapping his head towards her as his eyes flashed to vivid gold. “I understand the wolf does not appreciate imposters but know your place. You doubt me in my old age,” He told her through sharpened teeth.

If they are struck by a car, they disappear and the vehicle is not damaged. One famous black dog in English folklore is Black Shuck. Shuck derives from an old Anglo-Saxon term, scucca or sceocca, meaning “demon” or “Satan.” During the European witch hunts, witches were often said to have FAMILIARs in the form of black dogs, or to be visited by their master, the Devil, in the shape of a black dog. In Arabian lore, black dogs are a favorite form taken by the DJINN. If a djinn becomes attached to a human, it may assume the shape of a black dog in order to get close to that person. See

“Ladies and gentlemen, for our last item in the cart. This lovely young lady, a twenty years old doll. She was silent but a bit feisty. She can be whatever you want her to be. A trophy for this lovely evening to satisfy the needs of your carnal desires.” Kirstina moved forward with a leather lashing stick on her hand, cigarettes heels clicking the on the floor, and stopped in front of me. She pointed it in my direction with its tip and motioned me to stand. Afraid that she would hit me with it, I slowly stood up, my knees buckling at the process but eventually stood up at my full height. I kept my face up, willed myself not to cower, and straightened my back even though my nerves were wrecki

I tried to help him understand why she was finding it difficult to reciprocate his love but he was tired to talk about it. Lukas was busy managing the affairs of the Hell so Leo kept me company. He had the responsibility of handling everything from room to the decorations for the guest, Yama. Apparently he was also a demon of Hindu mythology and King of Hell. At first I was confused so Leo made me read their mythology. It was long but worth it.

The Orangelo trailed off as Ink announced that another was arriving and the first began to howl, showing off his very healthy lungs. Doll turned his head to see the first one all snuggled in his blanket. "Oh, look at him. He looks just like Hades." He smiled at the black-haired, green-eyed no-fur being put next to him. Then the next auric wave hit and Doll being so close to the ground felt the unnatural energy flow through him. "Put me higher! There's something dangerous in Agent's attacks!"