Dr. Nefario Novels & Stories

This wasn't Cassian's first time hearing Nino's name being uttered. Last night, he had heard Cain mention Nino before in Crystalis. Back then, he had noticed how grave Thiago's expression had become. It seemed that the elderly man was terrified of this Nino character. "Lord Drakeford, who on earth is this Nino guy?" Cassian asked. "He's the sect master of the Draconian Order," Thiago replied. "The Draconian Order?"

Leo shook his head slowly, as if even saying it out loud would make it more real. "The Drago he mentioned…the man you saw at the hospital…" He dragged in a breath. "He is Drago Barbaro. The heir of the Barbaro family. And the one presumably behind all the destruction that’s happened to Nico over the last few months." I blinked, my mind unable to catch up, my chest tightening. "Don’t underestimate Drago. He is known as the most dreaded mafia leader in the history of the Barbaro family." My legs went weak. The room tilted around me. My brain refused to process what I was hearing.

LOCATION: Remote neurological clinic Vairo-controlled blacksite TIME: 3:19 a.m. The woman across from Ember had eyes like frost. Steel-gray. Precise. Surgical. “Subject E1–Ash,” the doctor said. “Are you ready to see what he left behind?” Ember didn’t flinch. “Rafael’s dead.” “Dead men still whisper if they cut deep enough.” The doctor Dr. Lyra Dell was one of Rafael’s final recruits. Not loyal. Not sentimental. Paid to map minds and erase them.

I sit down on the couch beside her and wait for her to start. “You know how you told me about the nightmares you were having and that they started about a year ago.” “Yeah.” I say wondering where she’s going with this conversation. “Well I was looking it up on the Internet about three days ago and I found a peculiar website that had strange information on it. It was called Ma vista. I don’t know what that means but I think you are one of the three that live in the world at one time.” She looks over at me to see if I am comprehending what she’s saying, “They were created to stop monsters from destroying the human race, the website said that it started 4 thousand years ago when a wizard realis

“What is it, Mamma?” I glance at Nero, who gives me a reassuring nod. “Nereo, Nero isn’t just my special friend and someone who cares about you.... He’s your father.” Nereo’s eyes widen even more, and he looks between us, trying to process the information. “My father?” “Yes, baby,” I say, squeezing his little hand. “Nero is your Daddy. We didn’t tell you before because it was complicated, but we want you to know the truth now.” Tears well up in Nereo’s eyes, and for a moment, I’m afraid he’s upset. But then he smiles, his face lighting up with pure joy. “Really? You’re my Daddy? But... why didn’t you tell me before?”

It displayed a live, high-definition satellite-linked video transmission broadcasting directly from the high-security federal court vaults in the center of New City. Sitting at the center of the obsidian judge's bench, surrounded by twenty heavily armed enforcers from the European Rogue Cartels, was Nikolai Dragomirov. He wore a pristine new charcoal suit, his dark tribal tattoos hidden beneath his cuffs, his obsidian eyes completely black with a terrifyingly triumphant smile as he looked directly into the camera lens. He held a high-security biometric genetic scanning kit in his massive right hand—the exact system designed to read the ancient Lycan marker.

Chapter Seven: The Doctor Who Knew. The tall man in the white coat stepped forward. “Dr. Fischer?” I peeled my gaze from the redhead and turned to him His face lit up, “ I'm Dr Alessandro Romano. Head of the pediatric wards. I’ve read your papers. Your work on pediatric cardiac reconstruction is extraordinary.” He said , extending a hand and I took it. The redhead beside him cleared her throat. Dr Romano turned towards her. “ Oh yeah, this is Dr. Selena. She's one of the best we have here”

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

I turn around to see an older gentleman who looks like a doctor walking towards me. “Hello, my dear Ms. Dreasden. I am Doctor John Hopkins, Nelli’s psychiatrist. I was told of the events tonight and not to alarm you, but if at any time the lights go out close your eyes and do not open them no matter what you hear. Apparently Nelli is loose and not under control. See Nelli has no soul. She was born with the blackest eyes of any human being I have ever met. If she sees the fear in your eyes, she will scratch them out before she kills you.”

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.