Faunus Weiss Novels & Stories

"Really?! I’ve always wanted to go to Europe! Are we seeing castles? Eating bratwurst?" "No, dumbass. We’re going to meet someone." She blinked. "Who?" "Faust." "Who’s that?" I sighed, dragging a clawed hand down my face. "The man who sold his soul for knowledge. One of the greatest human sorcerers to ever live. A Contractor so powerful Hell hasn’t reclaimed him yet." "Oh. Cool. So he’s like a wizard celebrity?" "Sure. Let’s go with that." She looked confused. Worried. So I continued.

- Jason, I have to tell you something important. -You know you can count on me for anything, right? -Yes, that's why I need you to do me a favor. -Whatever small -Do not freak out. -I warn you. He looks at me confused. -What? Why? - Jason ...- I murmur. I tell him not to get upset and get upset. -In agreement! - him raises his hands in peace sign - I'll try not to, but tell me. -Do you know who Azael is?

Suddenly, Wilbur thought of Kaiser Fern, who had once resided within his body. Kaiser Fern was an evil god. He was not from Dasha, but he had the name of someone from Dasha as if he had some sentiment toward Dasha. A powerful being like Kaiser could travel to any dimension he pleases. He could be anywhere, so Wilbur wondered why Kaiser was so fond of Dasha. 'Could it be that Dasha held an unknown secret?' Wilbur thought. Wilbur and Augheimer caught several wild boars in the White Tiger Forest during the afternoon. They stored the leftover food in their storage rings after roasting them and enjoying a hearty meal. Then, they returned to the cabin to cultivate.

I dared to say to his face. Nikolas’s finger grazed across my cheekbone and brushed away tears. His eyes were warm and my heart wrenched at the sensation that they felt like home. "I am certain Paris is up there proud that her sister is a strong woman who has got her shit together. She's in that mysterious afterlife cheerleading you all the way." He said. Against all odds, I felt a certain fear of the unknown engulf me. Nikolas might have said her name wrong but he somehow knew I was talking about Charis.

It's the sexiest, horniest thing a woman has ever said to me: in what order should I eat the fucking petits fours? I realize she's finished talking and points to the little oven furthest to my left. Feed me, feed me, feed me... FANCULO! WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME? I angrily grab the amuse-bouche and chew unceremoniously before a deep groan leaves my lips. Cazzo. What just happened? As soon as the flavors exploded on my tongue, it was as if my brain went BOOM! Dino Bonani's chef is a fucking genius! Cazzo, if this stronzo cooks fucking petits fours like this, what if I ask for something else on the menu?

Of course he would recognize us. Forcing down a full-blown attack of panic, I raised a shoulder and said in my calmest voice, “You must have seen one of our ads. We’re all over Supernatural Media.” Nodding, he turned his attention back to Griff. “Proceed.” “The sugar and almond flour in our macarons are guaranteed to melt in your mouth, Your Majesty.” “Did Fenrisúlr try one?” the Fae King nodded at the Tupperware. “I’m afraid most wolves enjoy the taste of meat,” Griff replied.

"I know." Reese lifted his leg and knocked my buttocks with his knee. I gave him a pat on the arm for it, but before we could really start fighting - not that we ever did - a man in his early thirties stepped out from between the cubicles and came up to us smiling. He wore glasses and had his hair cut so short that I couldn't tell whether it was dark blonde or brown. He seemed to have a slight posture, which he hunched a little, but wow, the muscles that were visible under his sweater certainly didn't come from chilling on the couch. "Hi." He nodded to me and held out his hand to Reese. "I'm Anton Faust and you have to be Reese Tack, the Venator from the guild in Berlin."

She looked up and around the room but nothing seemed out of sorts. "What?" She whispered to the wind but it stayed silent. "What do you see?" She whispered again and again, no reply. She rubbed her hands down her arm, suddenly feeling cold. She realized then that she had felt the same at the caves, with the dead werewolves. It was the same atmosphere, the same feeling. "My lord, I swear to you," Faunus went down on his knees in fear for the sight of Sebastian, the vampire lord, was a terrifying one to behold. The maids followed, dropping to their knees, all three of them.