Herzog Novels & Stories

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His hands trembled as he thought of how to prevent his daughter from Edon. Two shining, arrogant eyes had established dominance over Ozouf's face and gave him the appearance of always leaning aggressively forward. Not even the effeminate swank of his riding clothes could hide the enormous power of his body. He seemed to fill those glistening boots until he strained the top lacing, and you could see a great pack of muscle shifting when his shoulder moved under his thin coat. It was a body capable of enormous leverage. His eyes remained wide open for a while as he rolled them from time to time.

“ Maximo Romano. You are? “ The man greeted. I made sure he saw my left hand as I greeted back. “ Brianna, Trentino. “ I introduced “ Ah, the famous Brianna. I have a feeling we will be great friends,” he said but I didn’t like the mischievous look on his face. Romano chuckled and gestured for Maximo to go to his side. He placed his hand around Maximo’s shoulder and a look of pride flashed his face.

Not knowing whether it's day or night because there are no windows or light, I pinch the bridge of my nose and try to ignore the massive hangover that's making my head pound like a drumline. I vaguely remember one of my new pals calling the big man who took me Tony, but I have no idea who he is and I didn't recognize him. As I'm racking my brain, trying to figure the current situation out, I hear footsteps above and then a door opens. A bare light bulb flickers on above and I blink against the brightness. Looking up, I see a man step into view. Someone I instantly recognize. Matthias Volkanov, the ruling don of the Volkanov family.

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.

Making Ruby chuckle. "But honestly, that Madison is senseless."

The snow fell lightly outside the windows of the war chamber, coating the black stone balcony in a fine shimmer of frost. The fire crackled behind Valerian as he stood with one hand resting on the edge of the long stone table, a scroll half-unfurled in front of him. The emblem of the Morello pack marked the parchment in dark crimson ink, bold and unapologetic. Alexandro had agreed to the neutral meeting, but the contents of the letter didn’t sit right with him.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Doria, Nikolas's lover, was the only one who seemed to be struggling to hide her dislike for me. In the room, it was like I didn't exist anymore to Nikolas. His undiluted attention was focused on his mother. So were most of his cutting remarks. If I didn't know better. I would never believe the duo were a mother and son. I knew Nikolas was rather infamous for his ruthlessness in business world. Not to mention that my sister had suffered from that foul attitude, but I believed it was nothing compared to his nastiness towards his mother. I would have actually felt some semblance of pity for Lilika Sica if the woman wasn't such a spitfire herself. She had the perfect clap back for every of Niko

Wilhelm gives me a confused look. Hugo doesn’t seem to notice, and his eyes swiftly turn to Zen’s towering frame. “Is this, It truly is,” He glances back at Wilhelm, then without waiting for an answer, seizes Zen’s hand in both of his “Zepherin Sigmond! My word, I never imagined I would meet the sorcerer hunter in person!” Zen stares back at him, looking completely out of his depth as he shakes Hugo hand. “The pleasure is mine,” He says, trying to pull his hand from Hugo’s with considerable effort