Fabian House Of Anubis Novels & Stories

He wondered what she had done to get on the bad side of someone like Lucifer. Fabian walked through the large opulent mansion. It was beyond anything that he had ever seen before but he suspected that for someone like Lucifer this was something that he would consider normal. White italian marble floors and with real golden accents such as golden pillars and golden trim on the floors and ceiling. It disgusted him but he still found it awe inspiring and beautiful. With a heavy sigh he opened the front doors and stepped out into the morning sun. There were spots that were still charred from a fire that had broken out a few years ago. Ever since then, security had been beefed up and it was almos

He said and I have a powerful urge to throw up nausea due to disgust for him "You are so beautiful, no wonder why Aaron falls for you," He said to me eyeing my body "What do you want, who are you " I snapped at him "I am fabian Crave, you don't know me, so let me give an introduction of me to you, I am a rival of your husband Aaron's father, do you want to know who killed his parents" He smiled smugly at me

"Oh hey, Fabian, what's up?" Fabian responded casually, "Oh nothing, just going over a few things with Kael." Ky cut straight to the heart of the matter. "So, was that asshole responsible for the seizures or not?" With a heavy sigh, Fabian confirmed, "Sadly, it's looking that way." "Fucking asshole," Ky muttered under his breath, his frustration evident as he reached for a water bottle in the fridge.

Meeting Fabian had been the best thing that ever happened to her. Fabian led them inside. Their jaws dropped again; the interior was even more stunning than the exterior. The floors gleamed, the furnishings were expensive, and the paintings on the walls were priceless. The house was bright, airy, and inviting—a home designed for a large family. Fabian let them explore, seeing their happiness; he wanted it to last. It was fortunate he’d designed the house with many rooms—twelve in total—plenty of space for a growing family. He couldn't wait.

Titus POV. Laying next to my sleeping mate, I hear movement coming from the crib. I can’t sleep. I have slept enough. Destinee rolls over and I smile at her. Pulling the quilt away, I stand up and walk towards the crib. Anubis sleeps next to the crib on the floor. This hellhound, as much as I didn’t like him at first, has grown on me. If it wasn’t for him, then Crystal would have got away. Anubis is Destinee’s and Dahlia’s protector, so I can deal with that. He just better not shit on my floor.

Thus it is celebrated by all wolfs. The pack house was bustling with enthusiasm as everyone was preparing for the gathering to celebrate the night of their existence and show their gratitude to the moon goddess. Everyone were smiling at the given task except three wolfs. "Now what do we do" The beta female said in frustration as she slumped on her bed. "I am also unsure of it" the gamma replied to her remarks earning a groan of annoyance from Brittany that gave him the warning to remain silent. He looked at his future Luna in hopes of her guidance.

Waiting for them to falter, for the judgement to lean to their favour and their claw would rend apart the last visage of humanity, casting the aura in smithereens until some pity might repair them. Only one resided within those echoing chambers. The first born of Osiris and member of the Duat, Babi was worthy of the fear and awe given him. Aggressive, omnivorous and bloodthirsty, the hunched deity delighted in devouring the souls of those who had been deemed sinful after the Maat had weighed them. The tingling and piquant flavour was mouth-watering, the perfect delicacy to compliment the diet of wine and entrails, the gore of which painted the murals that decorated the crags.

He glanced towards Nicholas who nodded in affirmative, his look so devilish as he stared at Robert with a disgusted look. Fabian turned his stare back to Robert, more blood trickling down from his open wound, unhurriedly he went closer to his ears, an eyebrow raised with excitement, "And of course, one more thing brother" he paused, his eyes flickering. "When you get to hell, tell father that I said hello" he whispered with a hardened articulation as he glared at him and slowly got up. Fabian ambled closer to his horse, he held the reins of it, with a stony spirit, he turned to Nicholas and some soldiers around him, equipped with sovereignty, "Kill him!" He ordered fiercely.

"And never show your face here again! My daughter is doing just fine now, and she doesn't need a demon like you ruining her life!" The window slammed shut. Fabian knelt in the snow outside the gate until darkness fell. His legs were swollen and numb when his mother's guards found him collapsed on the ground and took him home. Back at the villa, Fabian made a decision. He would sell it and use all the money to find Regina. A week later, the villa was sold for a fraction of its market price. He moved into a run-down studio apartment in the city and used the remaining money to hire the best werewolf private investigator in North America.

Fabian’s instructions were precise: infiltrate social gatherings and subtly create rifts among friends, neighbors, and household associates by emphasizing perceived slights, miscommunications, or preferential treatment. At a local charitable event, Fabian worked his subtle influence, mingling with attendees, insinuating bias, or partiality in household decisions. Abby, Aubrey, Sandra, and Lou monitored interactions closely, intercepting provocations, guiding conversations, and subtly reinforcing both the household’s cohesion and its public image.