Kingdom Hearts 2 Vexen Novels & Stories

The harsh beam stabbed at my eyes and I winced. My attacker was Victor "Vex" Mercer, the president of the Iron Serpents. My stomach dropped straight to hell. Oh, fantastic. I’d just had my tongue down the throat of a fucking Serpent princess! Vex was a very handsome man, irrespective of the scars on his face and the white-brown of his hair. But he was glaring at me with hatred in his eyes. “You’re a Revenant!" He growled into my face. “What the hell are you doing in my territory, huh? Sneaking around? Spying for your boss by kissing my daughter?"

Zara I told myself three things on the way to Velvet. Adrian wouldn’t come tonight. If he did I’d keep my distance. I needed money, not feelings. I believed none of them. He wasn’t in VIP three. Mikela confirmed it before I asked which meant I’d asked with my face without realizing it. I found him at the bar instead, jacket on, drink in hand, watching the floor with that patient unreadable expression. Not requesting anyone. Just watching.

I heard her voice clearly. "Is that you Mama? " I ask. I can see her vaguely in the darkness. The dark outline of her dark hair is most visible to my eyes. "Ay, Daughter. " "I am confused Mama. " She laughs at me, not mockingly but with loving humor. "You need not be Princessa. You must follow your heart. "She is slowly receding with the darkness. I make as if to grab at her, though I can't see my own hands before me.

“We will prioritize how we are going to take down the vampires and werewolves. Surely, Xellaena will not be bothered by that.” “Xellaena Xavier is a peace-loving bitch, Maebh,” Ludwig remarked. “I know. That’s why we are going to attack the vampires without really incapacitating them.” Maebh’s piercing gaze seems to linger deep into her bones. Does Rozelyn’s cloaking spell don't work? Or is Maebh more powerful than she thought? “The other Heathen Queens: Xellaena, Feyraj, and Tamara doesn’t know that you are the Blood Mistress, that you are Mary Bathory’s daughter and that— ”

She is still mad even after her little nap, and for a good reason. “I owe you an apology.” I begin. Rolling to my side so I can look her in the eye, I continue. “What you did tonight, I know how you did it. I wanted to know if you knew how you did it.” “I did what any good person would do for those she loved and needed to care for.” “Maybe, but things that you did were well above what a human is capable of.” “What does that mean?” She asks, confused. “Well, my dear, I have a lot to tell you if you are willing to listen.” “Only if you will tell me what we are going to do about Sabastian will I listen to the rest of it.” “I will tell you right now. I am going to deploy a team to get Sabastian.

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The lady was surprised and confused when he suddenly cut her off. "Y-Yes? I think she placed it on her vanity area." He felt like he was being poured with a glass of cold water when his speculation was confirmed. Hyde remembered it when he went to the victim's vanity table. He remembered what it looked like. A bird darker than a crow, and usually eats flesh from dead animals. A bird that means DEATH... A CARRION CROW.

“What is it?” Axel’s grin could not be wider as of the moment. “The instigator of this mess… is missing a Heart Blood.”

“Channel your light, Lena! Seal the rift!” I leap to the heart, blade raised, lunar light spilling, merging with the runes. The spire trembles, Veil-energy surging, but Voren’s voice laughs, a cosmic storm. Your light is mine, Convergence. Your heart, your blood—Elara’s legacy, complete. The rift widens, tendrils coiling around the heart, and a vision grips me—Voren’s fortress, its relic a pulsing void, Elara’s blood woven into its core, my blood its key, and a third heart, hidden, beating in shadow. The lunar-eyed stranger’s echo—Yours, or his—sharpens: the blade’s heart is Voren’s relic, but it needs my will, my essence, to strike true.

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”