Dr. Nefario Novels & Stories

“Come on, Beta. Just one more—” A roar that did not come from Jax exploded from Tora’s throat as she gave the final push. And then— Silence. And then— Wailing. But not one wail—two. One loud, strong, and almost lyrical. The other deeper, more primal, like an ancient beast crying its first war cry. Tora collapsed back, gasping, sweat-drenched, tears blurring her vision. “Are they okay? Are they—” “They’re perfect,” the doctor said softly, smiling as she held up two squirming, healthy little babies. “One dragon... and one lycan, by the looks of it.”

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.

MATTEO’S POV My little butterfly is playing games with me. One thing about me, I like to hyper fixate a lot. Right now, there is something intriguing about her, as if she wants to be seen, heard, listened too. As I walk into Motarrio club, I spot Rafe at the bar, his tongue deep down a lady’s throat. I roll my eyes as I glance around and find Dante, his eyes lifting from his phone and seeing the look on my face.

"I am Dr. Aris. This is your nutritional lead your neonatal nurse and your corrective movement specialist. Your mother in law has requested a full baseline biometric scan before dinner." "My name is Seraphina," I said my voice dropping into that dangerous low register that usually made gallery owners nervous. "And my biometric baseline is currently set to extremely annoyed. Unless you are here to tell me the Wi-Fi has been upgraded you can all get back in your white cars and drive until you hit the Mediterranean."

To try to peg him in his place and rub off some of that overblown ego he had. " I don't know....Maybe Marco might.. considering how drop dead he looks." He froze and his lips left mine.I smiled as I looked into his eyes.They had darkened. "Oh yeah?is that so?" He thundered but I wasn't scared.I saw what his eyes were reflecting in mine. Nero De Santoro..The Mafian God ..was jealous. I kept on smiling at the look on his face then wished I hadn't.His darkened eyes swept over my body and he licked his lips enticingly.He untied my robe and smirked.

The doctor was sure going to call Sherlyn after the mental trauma he endured from his biting inquisition. Two hours later after the doctor finished his day’s rounds, he called Sherlyn like Nikolas estimated. “Ma'am I am sorry, I can't help you in this case anymore. You didn't tell me earlier that the person you're fighting is none other than Nikolas Ries. Do you know about him and what the mafia is about? He is the most vicious underworld mogul you will ever come across. It is written about him everywhere in the newspaper. He breathes in blood, drinks blood and emits bane like chupacabras.”

It looks like Kairo doesn't have to act this time, the elders are ready to replace him with Kairo. Kairo looked at the e mail that was sent to him from an unknown and untraceable ip address. "Don't include me in your games" It was a warning, loud and clear from the Nividea boss. The mail arrived the previous day, immediately after the meeting with Leone. 'Intresting, this man has a large network. I wonder who he is' Kairo thought. On the other hand, Sean played the recording again, so that the most experienced neurologist can hear the conversation. This doctor once used to work for Luca before he retired after Luca Vitiello's retirement.

She runs into the room without waiting for me, but I need to ask something to the doctor. - Angel was with Dominic and is missing. I assume he was also injected. Considering that he had already been drugged with Wolfsbene a short time ago, do you think he has a chance of surviving? - I don't know what to tell you, Alpha. I can't guess what I'm not seeing. But Angel is a beta, and the organism is still weakened. If the injection is as strong as the one given to an alpha like Dominic, I'm afraid he won't be able to resist.

FEDORA’S POV I stood outside the special operating room, my heart pounding with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The surgery to save Neio's life was about to begin, and I was tasked with assisting the process while Lorcan and other important staff members observed us from behind the window. Dr. Warren, the renowned surgeon, stood beside me, his presence both reassuring and intimidating. As our surgical team prepared, I could feel the weight of our practiced routine. We had rehearsed this procedure countless times, our expertise shining through their precise movements. The surgery commenced, and the room filled with focused determination.

“You’re expected.” He gestured to the circle of physicians. “Allow me to introduce my colleagues.” He began with Dr. Elara Voss—chief of Lycan neurology at the Royal Institute, silver hair pinned in an elegant chignon, eyes sharp as scalpels. Then Dr. Torin Blackwood—toxicologist, broad-shouldered, hands scarred from years of handling venom samples. Dr. Liora Kane—surgeon, the one who’d once reattached a severed limb during a border skirmish. One by one he named them—each title longer, each resume more glittering—until the list felt like a wall being built between me and the Dowager’s bed.