Dr. Nefario Novels & Stories

“Because you’re stepping into something that will swallow you whole. This whole thing that you think you’re doing good for yourself, you are not. You are going to end up harming yourself more than you know.” Her brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” “There’s a man,” I said. “A wolf who goes by Lorenzo. At least, that was the last name I was given. He came to ‘help’ me once. Said he wanted to guide wolves like me, those pushed from their packs, those wrongfully named traitors.” I scoffed. “Turned out he was the real traitor.” Her breath hitched. “Lorenzo… D’Amaris?”

“If anyone gets within a centimeter of her, they’re dead.” Fabio nodded again. “I’ll handle it.” Alone now, Dante pressed a hand against the window frame and closed his eyes briefly. He thought of the Camorra. The Bratva. The invisible threads pulling at him, entangling him in a web of betrayals and threats. He opened his eyes and met his own reflection. A leader couldn’t afford distractions. But she was one. And that unsettled him more than any war about to erupt.

My lips curled downwards in derision. "A goddamn great man to all who knew him," a man added. I rolled my eyes inwardly. "He was a fool." Those words stopped me short. Not because of what they meant but who had said it. Nero Vecchio. I knew who he was. Hell, everyone in this funeral knew him. He was a snake, a predator. A mafia Don. And one of the most dangerous ones at that. A glance at him showed he was flanked on all sides by his men like the imperious predator of a man he was.

She dropped her arms from his neck and practically jumped from his lap. Liv felt a panic welling up in her chest. What in the world? Was I actually in his lap running my tongue down his neck? OMG! What's happening to me? Brodi sighed heavily and scrubbed at his beard in frustration. Dritt! Brothers! He worked to make his voice sound as calm and normal as possible, but he could still hear the guttural tones of his very unhappy wolf coming through. "Gunnar, this is Liv Fenrir. She's the new State Wildlife Biologist. Liv, this is my youngest brother, Gunnar."

“I was seventeen when she was diagnosed. They gave her two to three months, and at two she was gone.” I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around his waist, placing a kiss against his skin. “Who are you, Domenico?” He was silent as he thought about what I was asking. “I’m la Bestia. I want to be a man for you, Ari, but I don’t know how. I’ve been the beast for so long, covered in the blood of Ferrante’s enemies, that I don’t know how to be anything else.” “There’s more to you than that,” I said. I had seen it firsthand, felt it.

STR-186 DEF-155 DEX-31 Speed-56 AGI-56 Mana-150 INT-30 [Skills- Perception(Mystic) Fire Art( Unique) Dark Vision(R) Dual Blade Mastery(Unique) Demise(Unique) Monarch's blessing(Epic) Feral Lunge(Mystic) Hunger For Blood(Unique) Recharge(Mystic)] [Necromera- Mystic rank] Name: Nero Level 33 Race: Demon Element: Fire EXP: 0/80000

As he stood up and stretched his arm again, Nelanian sighed. “Nelanian Henfery,” he murmured as he spat out the stopper he swallowed by accident when he drank the potion from the vial. “State your full name! ” a threatening voice resonated from behind him. With a sigh of tiredness, Nelanian sighed. As he moved closer to the voice, he rolled his eyes again and muttered, " Zegrath Void, The Necessary Evil and Keeper of Darkness, hundred and seventh to hold the title." “Has the deed been done? ” enquired the voice.

And saying that Riana began tickling and soon giggles and laughter filled up the silent street. -------------------------- Mr. Anderson went to the forensic department for the result of the investigation. “So Dr. Aria, did you find anything?” “It’s a serial killing, sir. And I’m sure the killer is a Doctor.” “What do you mean?” “The killer has great knowledge about the human body that even most doctors don’t have. And not just that, the killer also gives a detailed autopsy report inside the victim's dress. It’s like his killing signature.” “GREAT, THE KILLER MADE OUR JOB EASIER AND NOW WE KNOW WHAT TO CALL HIM, DR. KILLER.” Mr. Anderson yelled in annoyance and with a little sarcasm.

Stay away! “Umm Yeah Yeah, I know killing in every minute is your daily supplement?''Nandini taunted but her eyes widened looking at his dark features. “It is! I am a hemophiliac. I love blood. It’s scent ... .intoxicating.” Falcone said like an obsessed person. Nandini was scared to death. Her orbs radiating in sheer fright. She took two three steps back when Falcone realized what he did. He stood as well.

Tahr "Hah," Bastian said as he launched himself. "Blue is a sissy color, red is better." I stood with Sarn as we watched them streak around, charge each other, and then miss by mere inches in an astonishing display of dexterity. "I suppose it was your father who put the silver-is-better crap into your head," Sarn said beside me. "It was actually my Uncle Drakon," I replied. "I've heard of him. My father doesn't like him much."