Dxd Ingvild Leviathan Novels & Stories

It was growing dark outside and he was both worried and excited. He’d spoken to Kiran for hours on the phone as he drove back from Iowa. They had both agreed that giving him Kiran’s memories would be the easiest way for him to believe what they were and what he was. Kiran had also sent Malachi a picture of Levi. There were so many similarities that if Malachi hadn’t believed Kiran before, he did now. Levi was in bad shape and they waited anxiously so that Adara could heal him.

He nods flicking his wrist making the library appear along with the rest of the Goddesses and Gods. "What can I help you with Lilith?" Dailon asked. "Actually never mind this was exactly what we needed, thank you, Adrian." Her mate nods. "We discovered something new about Xaviana." This grabbed their attention as Marina asked. "What did you find out?" "She's a vampire." -

He hugged Lee. “I’m going to miss having you around”. “Me too”. VVVVV Takashi stood opposite the club a lot of people lined up for. Jun said the mole would meet him here. “Takashi right?” a girl said appearing out of nowhere. His heart leaped out of his chest, but he kept it under control. “Who’s asking?” “Geiru” she replied. “That doesn’t help me or you”. “Mole from Red Dawn”. “Oh!”

"Vance, redirect all excess steam pressure to the forward ram! We are going to cut this thing in two!" Dmitry didn't answer with words. With a primal, guttural roar that echoed through the iron decks, his shadow-furred Lycan traits exploded to the surface. His muscles expanded beneath his mammoth-hide vest, his claws extending into five-inch daggers of dark bone as he leaped from the observation bridge directly into the mass of the leviathan’s segmented limbs.

Dradon tried to speak to Drax, but all he felt was a rumble of the mental cage he was locked in. The monster laughed. “You won’t be able to access your dragon, ever since you arrived here I have been controlling him. My name is Leviathan, but you can call me Levi.” “Who the fuck are you talking to? Cause I know damn well you weren’t talking to me? I know that for a fact that I’m not your whatever the hell you just said.” Trixie said. She could since that this monster was something far worse than she could have ever imagine. “Oh my god, it can’t be real, how is this even possible.” Dradon said as the color drain from his face. Trixie looked at Dradon as he took a step back.

His eyes stormy grey with flickers of red. I barely had time to register what was happening before Damien scrambled to his feet and spat, “Back off, Parrish. You can have your turn when I’m done.” The second the words left Damien’s mouth, something snapped. Levi growled—a terrifying, inhuman sound that sent chills down my spine. His body began to shift slightly. Fingers thickened, nails extended, jaw lengthened, eyes fully glowed. Not golden yellow like Lola’s calm fire, but something darker.

Levi said in a whisper voice Azrael and Lexi both jumped down from the vent following Levi. What welcomed them was the stinky dungeon. The stench of body odor and dried blood lingers through the air and Azrael was just trying her best not to vomit. The smell made them nauseous but determination took over. They all looked through the cells of the dungeon. They were wolves from the Crimson Crest pack, lying down without strength. At first glance you might think they are dead but they are not. They are only covered with their own blood and sweat but they are still breathing… barely alive.

They were strong and beautiful. “I…” She stammered but found her voice, “I need your help to fight one of your kind.” The falling water turned to a drizzle when the dragon walked out from it, revealing its mighty wings. Its body radiated a white light that brightened the darkness of the stone. “Let me guess,” The feminine hoarse voice of the creature said “My brother, Leviathan, has been freed” “Your brother?” Ada couldn’t believe her ears. “You must not trust anything he says. He is dangerous and evil.”

I grabbed two bowls and retreated upstairs. *** The injured guy—my temporary not‑dead guest—perked up as I walked in. "Do you have a name?" he asked, eyeing the food. "Yeah. It's Nyx," I said, passing him a bowl. "Yours?" "I'm Leviathan," he said. I raised a brow. "Your parents must've loved storybooks." But he did look like a walking illustration of a lycan king—broad shoulders, strong jaw, hair a mess like he'd wrestled a cat and won.

He lived for centuries already, but this was his first time to see the very scene that mortals used when describing hell also known as the Nether World – burning beings from the flames of the inferno. The roar ensued, muting the thunderclaps that decorated the darkened skies. His glowing lilac eyes zoomed in when he saw a familiar amidst the sea of flames, the silhouettes’ emerald sheen made him at ease. The mirage of the hooded figure standing beside the dragon, as if it was being protected by the powerful beast, vanished into thin air. Hestia is safe. Upon thinking about his sister who was now safe, Levi’s shoulders sagged. Without the burden of thinking about Hestia, Levi was given the ch