La Muerte X Xibalba Novels & Stories

I blurted out. “Shit,” Lucius hissed, released me and stepped back. For some reason, his eyes scanned the surroundings, as if he was looking for something. Then, they changed color, and I instantly knew he was talking to Xabat. “Titus?” As the beast spoke to me, shivers ran down my spine. Mate or not, sometimes, he still scared the shit out of me. Xabat was the last pureblood Lycan, a monster beyond anyone’s imagination, so it honestly was better to try to stay in his good graces, not to piss off the big guy.

"And Caleb will not stop until he sees you dead. You have two choices. You can walk back down that mountain and die as an Omega… or you can walk through those gates and learn how to make them all bleed." I looked down at my scarred hands, then back at the trail we had left behind. I thought of Caleb’s sneer. I thought of the laughter in the Great Hall. The Omega died in the forest. "I want to make them bleed," I said, my voice as cold as the mountain air. Félix grinned, his dimples flashing. "That’s my Little Bird."

That was too much. “What is it?” Salvador stared at him noticing the look of surprise on his face. “Surprised how things work around here huh? I’d have said you’ll get used to it soon but you won’t live long enough to find that out.” Salvador attacked him again, this time intent on finishing him off once and for all. He changed into his lycan form and barreled towards Xavier and Xavier stood there not even moving an inch. He knew that his father’s wolf, Aurum was dead and his own wolf was too small to even challenge Salvador. As Salvador bounded towards him, his life flashed before his very eyes and just as Salvador was about to land on him, he saw a quick flash of silver coupled with the so

I already planned it and I know it will work. “But if you don’t find it… You’re dead” I added. I stood up and pulled him up and made him look at me, even though he didn't want to. I stabbed him on his left leg and I heard him scream in pain, that makes me smile, because it is music to my ear. I saw Mang Berto shaking his head. I don’t know if he is already pitied, but I don’t care because I am just starting to enjoy every piece of Ross. I lean to him and smell him like a hungry wolf. Smelling on him like food, like how he smell me before he rape me and then I break his right arm. I heard the breaking bones. As well as his scream that makes me more excited about the game that I prepare.

When it was almost time for Layla to blow the candles just before midnight, there were over a million viewers watching her livestream. With a party hat on her head, Layla had a bashful look on her face as she put her hands together. Meanwhile, everyone was doing the countdown. Just then, Brenda rushed into the room and grabbed Layla's arm. She smiled at her in a very strange way. "Hazel, when I saw you that day, Layla had already bludgeoned you to death and your dad had already dismantled your skeleton. "I only made a few cuts on your body. I'm sure it didn't hurt at all. So, don't come looking for me. Alright?"

“That way, you can always remember your foolishness. Did you think you could defeat my men without your wolf? Nobody listened when I said you were useless, did they? Tomorrow they will all be back to Blackstorm, begging us to take them back!” “What do you mean he’ll never recover?” Eleanor demanded. “What have you done to him?” “I gave him a little special poison,” Mia bragged. “Like the one at the summit.” She pouted and looked down at Liam, putting on an expression of fake concern. “Poor boy. It was made for Alphas and Luna’s, and he’s just a pup. I wonder if he’ll survive it.” The summit? Was she talking about the explosion at the Alpha Summit?

The cartel’s mark for traitors—a silent accusation. Esteban snaps his fingers and the room ignites. Not orange flames. Black fire. It writhes along the walls, consuming everything it touches without casting light. It devours Dru’s worn sketchbook, her favorite grease-stained wrench, the seashell necklace I gave her. Turning them all to ash that swirls like dark snow. The smoke thickens, coiling like black vipers. Spelling out that bullshit phrase—La sangre es destino (Blood is destiny)—like some messed-up tattoo etched onto the air itself.

The room falls dead silent for a minute, though I do hear Gabriel screaming in Spanish. The males I normally beat are older than me, a fuck load rougher and meaner. They best not be fooled by Hector’s boyish good looks and charm. If the roles were reversed, he wouldn’t hesitate to kill me and I believe that. I was born the way I am, with a need to kill. Males like me are normally dead or in a human jail by my age. It’s only because of Dozer that I’ve been able to mold and change my bloodlust into a more manageable and better way to live. I coexist with the evil inside me.

"A cursed lineage taking over from a cursed man. It fits perfectly, doesn’t it?" Thorne’s eyes met mine, and sympathy and caution meshed into his stare. “What do we do, Alpha? There’s bound to be unrest and power struggles. And with her...” “The Luna of Death,” I murmured. The title hung heavy in the air, chilling the room with its implications. “We need to tread carefully, Thorne. She’s a living weapon, destructive and unpredictable.” Thorne nodded, understanding the unspoken complexities. “Do you want to reach out? Offer some kind of truce or—”

“Kill him and run.” Xavier argued with his wolf, “He's stronger than I am” “You're a royal blood. You take the power of every wolf you kill. Do it. Now.” Xavier backed away as though obeying Pablo's order and dashed towards him. There was a terrible cry from Pablo and a wild explosion, as Xavier dived his canines into him. Xavier felt a sharp metal split his body into half, immediately. He forcefully pulled his body away, seeking for an escape as the building was set ablaze.