Hephaestus Vices Novels & Stories

Sofia briefly glanced on the floor before looking back at me with an unfamiliar look on her face. "Shane used to be different before. He tortured people without thinking twice. He kills people in a just a blink of an eye, he doesn't let anyone talk back to him and he's pretty much ruthless in everything else he does. There's something in him that controls him whenever he's pissed or whenever he wants to end someone's life that was a threat to him. Its scary and dangerous sometimes and we all know it, that's why we make sure that nothing ever pissed him off or make him mad. Sometimes I don't even recognize him when he has that dark look on his face like he's sort of possessed or something."

Violence is only a means to obtain order, it can never be order itself. You may be powerful, but you are not a god. I am He who has a black heart, and a dark soul. I shall avenge those who have been wronged, and my vengeance upon those who wronged me shall shock the earth. I am Vengeance god Black Heart”

His chest heaved sharply with extreme fury, and his lips trembled beyond his control. Mystic Vale—that devil—who had colluded with other sects to assault Ethereal Lumin Hold, whose hands were drenched in the blood of everyone in the hold; that villain they had believed had long since been shattered in soul by the passage of time—was still alive? Through a hundred lifetimes of reincarnation, he had survived to this day. Over these thousands of years, how many more atrocities had he committed? Enormous shock and hatred suppressed for a hundred lives twisted together in an instant, and for the first time, the ever-strategic, unreadable Vicente showed such uncontrollable fury. His jaw clenched s

He pointed back and forth with us. “Alexa is no stranger; she could come in and out of my room as she likes. She has that permission” “You fucking nutjob. Did you break up with your fiancée because of this?! Did you lose all that for a lowlife like this?! The company is about to go into shit in your face, and you are fucking the daughter of the man that almost raped your mother-”

“Death would have been a kindness.” I raised an eyebrow. “You think so?” “Yes.” “Is this the scarlet letter story?” one of the guys asked. I groaned. “No, wrong century.” I heard Christopher mutter something under his breath. I looked at him and had to fight not to laugh. “Hephaestus wasn’t interested in killing his wife or the man she’d lain with,” I started. “He wanted to embarrass her. Humiliate her. He probably thought no one would believe him. He needed proof. How would he get proof?”

He was not surrounded by his fire this time, though the heat his body let out made the water from all around him evaporate, there was a thin layer of air enveloping him, Cetus concluded that Hephaestus was only being respectful this way. He looked like a human. If it wasn’t for his brilliant red eyes and the waves of power that flowed from all around him. “Thank you for having me,” Hephaestus said, as if he had been formally invited. As if sending his daughter underground was not one of the hardest things Cetus ever had to go through in his entire immortal life. “…Thank you for coming all the way up, and thank you for caring about my daughter,” That was a blunt lie, Cetus was only paying due

I blinked and forced a smile. “I’m just thinking about tomorrow,” I said. “It’s a big step.” He laughed softly. “Relax. It’s just final signing.” “Do you know who the Vice President is?” I asked carefully. He frowned. “No. Strange thing is, Stone Crest never had one before.” “That’s… odd.” “Doesn’t matter,” he said confidently. “Once they see us, once they see the presentation again, it’s done.” He walked to his desk and opened the file containing the printed designs.

vengeance. Why was he here again when she'd settled everything with him? He had already made her suffer, snatched her jobs, her peace. What else does he want now? "We meet again," Kevin rasped as he stretched his left hand—his eyes never leaving hers—and grabbed the glass filled with wine from the fully stocked bar next to the window. He was seated on the comfy sofa, hands resting on its arms while his face held a serious expression. His usual flirty charm was substituted by a strange aura, something destructive yet alluring. He watched her, as a dominant watches its submissive before ruining them. His gaze reflected hatred and alarming anger.

There was just something about him I couldn't pinpoint. Something scary. Something magnetic. Did I see him somewhere before? He is a Victor.... Did I see him on TV? Or maybe I was not a weak person, but, his look screamed crazy. I let out a shuddered breath that I didn't realize I was holding. There was just something about how he looked at me. It was, as if, he wanted to burn everything down. It made me suspect that he was one of those men. The men who liked to watch the world burn.

"Did you enjoy watching me take her?" The rage finally boiled over, bypassing the filter of my fear. I spat the words out, my voice dripping with cold, concentrated venom. "You didn't do it for pleasure, Mr Vale. Did you? You did it for the audience, you used her just like you use everyone else. Aren't you pathetic? A man who needs a witness to feel like a king?"