Exo Vaticanus Novels & Stories

I replied. “Hello, everyone. Did we arrive early?” Roxy announced their presence. “Yes.” I replied. “I have to check on Leo.” “Relax.” Cassie embraced me. “It’s nice that you guys are here. We are just waiting for the guest to arrive and Blair is busy interrogating Evgeni’s newest hot girl friend.” “Evgeni has been married four times.” Cassie announced. “He is a man whore.” I blurted out. “Doctor Roxanne Henson in the flesh.” Evgeni exclaimed and they just jumped at each other for a tight embrace.

No, Baba, please, Baba, don't do this to me, I am your daughter too, please, Baba. ****** Name of King Elam in Vampire Word ... People trembled with fear because of the headlines in his eyes all the time, which made him even more frightening. His silence was mysterious. Everything was done at his beck and call. People were amazed at his appearance. He was unparalleled in beauty. Girls were just toys for him. She was a very beautiful and delicate girl. She was barely seventeen years old. Her resistance had given him a strange relief. He called the guard inside through the intercom. Who was now waiting for the order with his head bowed?

It seemed, at least for tonight, he was not letting her go. ************************* INDEX: Io triumphe - hail the triumph Roma victoria- Rome victoriou Euge - bravo/well done Io io io - similar to huzzah Vivas imperator - long life to the commander Vivas Roma - long live Rome Dii immortales - immortal gods Io imperator - hail to the commander Vale Germanicus - hail Germanicus Euge Germanicus - bravo/well done Germanicus Vale imperator - hail commander Vivas Germanicus - long life to Germanicus

The sound so violent it pulls me out of my haze and I jerk hard enough to hit the wall. Wood cracks against plaster and the rotten man spins around to face the somebody else now standing in the doorway. For one strange second my brain refuses to process him properly. All I see is black. Black suit. Black shirt stretched across extremely broad shoulders. Black tattoos crawling up a thick throat. My vision finally sharpens and the somebody else comes into full view, Jesus Christ he's enormous, not just tall, dangerously big. Dark hair pushed back from a brutal face. Sharp cheekbones. Hard mouth. Expensive watch glinting beneath tattooed wrists. Ink spills from beneath the collar of his shirt a

Ventura was even more shocked when he saw him. "Here's some lemonade; drink it." Giovanni signaled as he pulled back the folder and opened it. "What the fuck is this?" he asked in disbelief as he dropped the folder. It seems that Mr. did not hear him. Ventura because of the weakness of his voice. I didn't look at him. I just sat in front and stared at Mr. Ventura. "You waste my time, Mr. George; you know I hate it so much." I bit my lower lip and sipped on the lemonade Giovanni gave me.

I bowed my head submissively, knowing he would be eating up such a display of devotion. But he hadn’t missed the meaning behind my words. “Are you saying your King does not feed you enough?” He said through gritted teeth. “Do I need to remind you where your food comes from? Your nature requires the life essence of my people, the humans. You survive on our hearts. Is it not enough that I slaughter them for your sake? The unwitting flocks that visit the city above to repent, to pray, to feel something greater than themselves. Vatican city is for those who wish to be better, to be good. And I butcher them for your people.” Suddenly, his hands grasped my throat.

There were only dead bodies scattered all over the village. “My troops did an exceptional job. Look how much the population has decreased?” Gabriel chuckled at his words as if these living people are insects to him whom he was pruning. Gramson stared at 'His Majesty' in shock after hearing this. “Don't look at me, Gramson. You are with me for so long, you should have become accustomed to my atrocities,” Gabriel utters, and smoothly glide his tongue under the fang just like an alluring devil. No one can deny that this vampire king is beyond handsome and sensual, even if a seductress will be ashamed in front of him.

Naples Port A ship docked under moonlight, bearing a symbol long thought extinct—an ouroboros wrapped in thorns. From it stepped a man with eyes like steel and a heart colder than any Moretti or Romano. He opened a letter sealed with wax. The message inside was brief. The Romanos live. Moretti wavers. It’s time. He folded the letter. And smiled. Vatican Archives – Hidden Wing Deep beneath the Vatican, past stone and secrets, a shadow moved through the forbidden archives. Gloved hands lifted a scroll no one had dared touch in decades. The title read: Trial of the Twelve: The Fall of the First Council.

Xavier pulled the cross out and crouched down, watching the blood of her torn hymen dribble out. Laughing, he leaned forward and ran his tongue between the lips of her pussy, lapping up the blood as if it were honey. Helena watched in revulsion, sickened by this monster's depravity but not surprised. He was the Antichrist; of course he would have a thirst for her virgin blood.

“Not so fast, love. You have to promise to help me take care of Declan after you are done with Vincenzo “, I said, looking at him with the cutest eyes I could make up. He watched my face closely for a while before looking away in what seemed to be disgust. Fucking Elijah! “Fine. I'll help you deal with him. Now, where is Vincenzo ?”, he asked restlessly. I reached into the small pocket by my side and pulled out a copy of the mad of the wastelands. “He's around here”, I said, pointing to the area close to Alpha Tyler's pack. “Apparently, he's started a new pack there, of outcasts. I don't know what he plans to do with them but I know that they like to hang around close to Tyler's territory”,