Evil Capricorn Mga Nobela at Kwento

Minerva chirped. I spotted Valentina giggling and sharing a funnel cake with Callan and started fuming inside. Is that incubus asshole flirting with my sister? Before Minerva had the chance to stop me, I strode toward them. "What's up Incubeta?" I barked out the nickname he hated so much. "I told you not to call me that, asshole!" Callan's grey eyes turn dark. "That is such a stupid nickname," he snarled. "Is it? I think it's pretty genius actually. You are half Beta wolf, half incubus and that makes you an Incubeta." I smirked.

These particular warriors were exceptional in those magic areas. With so many Fae warriors, we were only introduced to the four Captains. Each Captain had a unique story and supernatural ability. There was Vesper, a skilled archer with the power to bend shadows to her will. Next was Malik, a shapeshifter capable of transforming into any animal he desired. Then, we were introduced to Selene, an elemental sorceress who wielded the power of earth. Finally, there was Lysander, whose specialities were determining what the enemy combatants were most likely to do, and creating illusions to confuse enemies.

Martin just finished explaining to Capri how everything was and she didn't even know if she should cry or laugh. "I didn't understand, your real name isn't Antonio and you aren't even real, you're just using me to get revenge on my father because according to you, he killed your family? Well my dad is never like that and whatever your name is, you will really regret this" Capri didn't sound pleased with all that was happening. "Don't worry miss Capricorn, you will be shocked with the other things you'd get to find out about your father" Evander said dryly and Capricorn rolled her eyes.

he growled. Emily yanked her arm free, glaring up at him. “You think you can intimidate me? You think I’ll just look the other way while you chase after some… some Bitch?” “She’s not a bitch,” Chris said, his voice fierce with anger. The admission felt like a slap to Emily’s face. Her chest heaved as she glared at him. “You arrogant bastard,” she hissed. “You’re risking everything—our families, our business ties—all for her?”

Two of our pack warriors stood to catch their breath directly beneath the tree where I was hidden. “That bitch!” one hissed. “She just had to run on another night instead of the full moon.” The full moon was when werewolves were at the peak of their abilities. They could shift easily on nights like that. Please leave. My grip on the tree branch was beginning to falter. I feared I would fall and expose myself. “Did you see her?” Another man walked to where the other two stood, trying to sniff me out. “She’s a traitor. She tried to set the pack on fire. She’s an enemy of the pack. She’s trying to escape. Do you know what that means? She leaves with the pack’s secrets!”

I press the play button and instead of it playing music just as it's name implies I heard my grandfather's voice,he actually recorded his speech and it says thus; "Let all human race girdle themselves together for death is coming upon us,no one can save us,the evil mark is here and it will consume us all.Be prepared for damnation is here,the angel of death has come for vengeance and he won't stop until he has sucked our blood to it's satisfaction.BEWARE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

This time, Evilasius was utterly furious and his anger was almost as violent as a volcanic eruption! Evilasius was an invincibilis powerhouse. The so-called invincibilis literally meant that he had already surpassed the limits of mankind and was already invincible. They had an instinctual feeling of terror like a rat’s fear of cat or a hen’s fear of an eagle. All the fighters under invincibilis state were absolute weaklings in the presence of an invincibilis powerhouse. They had no idea why the leader Evilasius would be so furious out of nowhere.

Killian cursed for what was probably the hundredth time in that morning alone, maybe the thousandth, even. Damn humans and their many festivals! Everywhere was blocked to maximum, a real human traffic all around as naked men ran around, lashing elite, proper women of the ton… women of rank with shaggy thongs, simply because they had been foolish enough to believe that they who were barren would become fertile, and they who had managed to make it to pregnancy would have a safe delivery if struck, courtesy of some silly Lupercalian belief.

The once pure becomes black as anger and vengeance surface. Placing the ingredients in their rightful places as the pentagram is made with ice and perfection. The once-promising and talented, marking its stance and standing as an aristocrat is nowhere to be found, as a tainted angel who turns into a devil with the ability of the God’s Capricorn is seeking revenge from the world and the other side where it can only find its death satisfaction. “Kill or be killed, I’ll surely be the one to kill and gain the body count I always seeking to be.”