Hephaestus Vices Novels & Stories

"Defect: Aggression centers unstable. IQ below threshold. Disposition: Incinerated." He moved to the next one. "Subject V-749. Defect: Bone density insufficient. Disposition: Recycled." There were hundreds of them. Rows and rows of Valerius faces staring out with dead, milky eyes. Some were twisted, some were beautiful, all were failures. Valerius was shaking. It wasn't the cold. His entire worldview, the foundation of his ego, was cracking under the weight of the evidence. He had always called himself the "Alpha," the "Chosen One," the pinnacle of his bloodline.

"If you walk into that cage, she won't just study you. She’ll drain you until there’s nothing left." "He's right, of course," Hecate said, her voice smooth and cold as ice. She took a step back, positioning herself safely behind her four massive, fake wolves. Her thumb remained pressed firmly against the silver remote. "But a real leader knows how to count the cost, Ms. Reyes. Fifty floors of solid steel. Hundreds of true wolves. One press of this button, and Vane Industries becomes a giant graveyard."

ADRASTOS' gaze was drawn to me all of a sudden. "Tonight, Live Suice has another immoral guy for us to punish! I'm aware that you already know his name and are aware of the offense he committed, but I feel compelled to mention him again for those who did not know his name or committed the fault done by our Suicider tonight. Zacheus Vincenzo is his name, and the evil he did was stealing people's taxes! He coerced his father into stealing from the treasury, despite his opposition. He is a self-centered youngster," he said.

On top of that, his dragon-shaped eyes and dimples were too out of the box for even Renaissance artists - even modern ones - to think about. The attempt was paid with her life, or so as the rumors say that, the wine god punished her for trying to remove his existence. He was salvaged by his father, strapping him inside the flesh of his thigh until he was of the right month to escape as a tiny baby with chocolate brown eyes and deep dimples, his laugh echoing upon the four walls of the throne room. The flames on both sides of the room became brighter, and brighter, and brighter, only stopping after his laughter had receded. Only Hephaestus, the young, misshapen fire god, has peeked in secret

Anabel said looking at Victor talking with another man she thought she knew but she wasn’t sure. Anabel turned to the fighting, Carlos was down on the ground. Marcus summoned another magic ball. “Enough!” Hecta said standing up, Victor stopped talking and looked at her. “If you think playing games with her Victor you have another thing coming.” She said looking at him. “You may think you are stronger then me, but you are not. Remember I made you.” She said looking at Marcus. “You need to stop, you need to remember who you are.” “Hecta I am doing this to break Anabel so I can gain better control over her.” Victor said walking over to her. “Do you not see what I am doing.”