Hellbound Heart Kazzenlx Novels & Stories

If he were to opt out Shawn’s ability to morph into a wolf beastmen, the young man literally had nothing special in himself, as far as he had known. That being said, the group who pursued him didn’t feel like a normal group. As someone who was an adventurer and also a merchant, Kazal had witnessed people with bloodlust before, and that guy with a scar on one of his eyes had the largest bloodlust he had ever seen since he came into this world. Does he perhaps harbour malicious intent towards Shawn? But for what reason? Kazal convinced himself that he won’t get any answers if he didn’t ask the very person himself. But asking that much probably requires a high level of trust, and Kazal wasn’t s

"You orchestrated everything. You knew about Kael—” "A young female couldn't rule alone. The council wanted control, and you were nothing more than a pawn. He was—" Damien started. "SILENCE!" Nox's commanding voice cut through the room, through my chest. Damien froze. I glared at Damien, noting the pleased expression he tried—and failed—to mask completely. The urge to destroy him consumed me like wildfire. Kill him in the most painful way possible. He was never a good man; I knew him to be heartless, had seen him present during my own sentencing.

“I—I heard she… she has special healing powers. I need— I need her help… My mother needs it more than so many people. Do you know where she is?” Kael’s features remained impassive as granite, yet something changed ever so slightly in his eyes— Ryder couldn’t really say Anything, but it gave him an uneasy feeling deep down in the pit of his gut. Real deep down. “You can’t see Hazel right now,” Kael replied curtly.

Everywhere appeared to be a forgotten town with nothing breathing on it, but I didn't know how I got here either, I remember working in the bar with my male customers flirting with me even when I tried to ignore them, what the hell was I doing in such a place, I suddenly heard my name out of nowhere, trying to figure out where it was coming from, he walked toward me and seems to know who I was, dressed in a black suit, he hurriedly approaches me like he was my saviour "Azelia" "Azelia" "Azelia" Different voices called my name, and it echoed loud in my ears, I crouched down holding tightly to my ears "Azelia, this way or you'll get stuck for eternity, I believe you don't want that" I heard a

"Well, for three months now during my morning run, I have seen that same Cadillac packed up in Jeremy's driveway on the other side of Riverside. It can only mean one thing since Jeremy is away, it's his nephew's. " "That means Mr. Daniel Winchester is Jeremy's Huntington's nephew, the one with the curse. "

Where in reality and the deeper sense of everything, who is the real chaser and the runner, and in between the cat and mouse? “Let’s start with the key that is needed to be created.” An image is then shown, along with the pentagram and the spell that He only knows and owns. With the flick of His word, a crystal image is then shown. Different from the typical key, nor that one immediate picture that anyone would first think of. A crystal with the hue of pitch black, with the sound of a beating heart. “Lelouch’s shard heart.”

I slowly stood on my feet and rubbed my knees that were already peeled from the effect of kneeling on the rough ground for too long. Damien held his head as he felt his head spin, his limbs felt heavy as if weighted by invisible chains. His eyes widened in realization as he stumbled backwards, his hand clutching his throat, the venomous Nightshade potion had already begun its journey into his heart as it coursed through his veins, its deadly grip tightening.

My breathing gets faster as I take a couple of steps back. "Don't do this, please, not again..." "Celia, no, that's not what I mean. You and Kathy will be sleeping here on the bed; I will be on the floor. But my wolf is livid, and he needs both of you as close as possible. I promise I will never hurt you again" "I don't believe you," I say. He doesn't respond; his eyes are void of any emotions. Hank POV

“I leave at dawn, so fetch your brother and we shall have a feast and games and whatever else it is you two want to do with your old man tonight.” Himmel snarled, but there was nothing he could do to change my mind. Besides, there was more to the Celesta pack than just being neighbours. It was imperative that they survived this Duke’s ridiculous rampage. ~*~*~ “Alpha Duskborne!” Alpha Zavian Wix of the Celesta pack. Golden hair and eyes and a disgustingly radiant personality. The rumours said he was a direct descendant of the Moon Goddess herself, but every pack seemed to have rumours like that. If anything, Zavian was more reminiscent of the Sun than the moon.

Jason, Kael, and I sat in a triangle, palms hovering just above the floor, eyes closed, hearts synced to the same silent rhythm. Every breath pulled power from the air,not just ours, but the world’s. The storm in my blood became calm. Jason’s shadow curled around my ankles like a loyal hound, no longer separate, but part of me. And Kael’s flame didn’t burn,it guarded. A living seal around our trinity was humming with ancient loyalty. When I opened my eyes, the obsidian mirrors showed our essences. Mine: a vortex of blue fire and silver lightning, coiled like a sleeping dragon.