Jorge Joestar Novels & Stories

"We'd be here waiting." As the lady walked away, Lior looked at his friend again. He was a red head with stormy dark blue eyes that made people think he was unapproachable, considering he was not just any Noble but the son of the General and next in line but the day he had seen Kenji cry over the death of a pet of his, he had known that he was softer than most people thought. "I'm sure you know my job is to make sure I'm around you, 24/7. Or your Mother would have my behind."

"How dare you break my precious incense holder! You're asking for it!" Jose roared furiously. He shook his robes, and a strong wave of energy surged at Wilbur. The crowd's expression shifted as well. That was supposed to be a legendary spirit weapon. That guy was just too bold. Master Jose was a famous cultivator from the Stricton Province. That guy was done for. Just as everyone was in shock at Wilbur's nerves, he smiled. "Open your eyes and take a closer look."

Her steely gaze held disappointment and sadness. I don't give a damn, though. She can join the club. Bastian, a dragon shifter from the dragon realm, came to see me and his gaze held disappointment too. It also contained the added touch of anger, which I deserved. In my grief over the death of my beloved bride, I tried to kidnap Bastian's son, Ashrac. The human bride of Laryn, another of my dragon brothers, tried to stop me. I practically burned her to a crisp, incinerating most of her body. The horror of what I did haunts me, and forgiveness is not what I seek.

Text message. "Clever. Very clever. You hid Emma where I couldn't find her. You set traps inside traps. You outthought me for once. I'm impressed. But Bethany, this doesn't change anything. I'll find her eventually. I have time. I have patience. I have resources. You had one chance to catch me and you missed. Now I go underground. Deep underground. And when I resurface, years from now when you're comfortable and complacent, that's when I'll take her. That's when I'll hurt everyone you love. You haven't won. You've just delayed the inevitable. Sleep well. -JP"

I swallowed, letting the tension slip slightly from my shoulders. I couldn’t stop myself from watching him, either. The way he moved was effortless, controlled. He didn’t just lean on the counter—he owned the space, like it belonged to him. And in a room full of chaos, he was calm. Always calm. Always aware. Watching him made me wonder how much of him was armor and how much was the real person.

“I don’t aim for them to stop if they start with the others anyway.” Recognition flickered across his face. “He rejected me once,” I continued, my voice smooth. “When my father wanted me as his Luna. He never even looked at me. And now? He dares to choose a nobody. A stray. A rogue who has been cast out by her own family. And I don’t intend to actually allow that to happen.” Blake said nothing. “It will break Isobel,” I went on, satisfaction curling in my chest. “Watching her son lose control again. Watching her perfect order crumble. And capturing Lia, stopping her from being able to control that beast… well, it is only going to help me with this game.”

Ryu’s voice deepened. His whole body was covered in blood, his eyes glowing red like a true monster; even my father couldn’t make his eyes look so intimidating. “I am the Alpha; I am Ryu, and I am a predator who feeds on his enemies like prey.”

'He's from Verdantia! Everyone was shocked. At the same time, the people from the Westin countries erupted with excitement, and online comments exploded in a frenzy. Jorge was momentarily stunned. Then, he understood Lucifer's motives. He felt frustrated but had no choice. After all, Islehaven was merely a subordinate to Verdantia—essentially, Lucifer's lackey. Jorge tried to remain cautious and said, "Master Lucifer, you're joking. I'm no match for you." His words sent another wave of astonishment across the world. In the eyes of the public, Jorge was already godlike, especially after his intense battle with Tim, leaving countless onlookers in awe.

he growled. The rouge in the black cloak laughs sardonically. “Oh, you can’t kill me, alpha. I’m the key to your heir’s life…” the rouge smiled wickedly, and a small bottle appeared in front of him at some point. “Does it ring a bell, alpha?” Drake and Beta Dillon look disappointed. “How dare you!” Drake growled.