Leviathan Auster Novel Novels & Stories

Sometimes, it was hard to tell which. I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the jagged edges of a cinder block digging into my spine. The faint sting was grounding, a welcome distraction from the storm in my chest. We were closer to dismantling what remained of Aurora’s network, but every step forward felt heavier. Like wading through quicksand, knowing one wrong move would swallow us whole. "You're quiet," Levi said suddenly, his voice low and cutting through the stillness. He didn’t look up, his eyes glued to the map as if he could will it to give up its secrets.

He brows cocked as he prowled menacingly towards me, darkness surged behind his face. It took every ounce of strength in me not to step backwards. “Tell your papa to pay back the money he owes the Bratva. All else….” I parted my lips, my eyes blinking rapidly as I cut into his words. “Or else?” He chuckled. One devoid of any empathy, emotions or whatsoever. It was the most soulless chuckle I have ever heard my whole life. “His head would be the first thing you would wake up to see in a week's time.”

Those lifeblood creatures connected to Lorraine at the Dark City were doing their best to create something like this. An able-bodied and dangerous beast. The beast is not an ordinary werewolf because of its supersize. Alfonso's side turned to look at me and asked, " Althea---what do you think you're doing?" It's almost a whisper. "Of coursed, fighting with you!" I hissed.

Auster smiled faintly as he replied, “Shaun, I have many means up my sleeve to pry your mouth open, but before that, you have another role to play. Soon, you will figure out what that role would be.” Meanwhile, in Thailand. Dark Shura was still standing on top of the rooftop of that building with his subordinates. Beneath him, Tyr Summers and Leviathan had started to walk toward the leisure square. “Chief, shall we go down now?” “Okay.” Dark Shura’s cell phone rang again. He answered the call, and Auster’s faint voice came from the other side. “It’s done, Dark Shura. But this will be the last time I am doing your bidding. So you’d better come back to me right away.”

– Levi stared at him with his piercing blue eyes – “shouldn’t you ask that before starting to cuss at people? If city lord Teagan manages his city the same way he manages his youngest son, I’ll have to reconsider whether to give my signature on that proposed renewal of the trade agreement between Astarea and Carteagan.” The curses Peyton was about to spew out got stuck in his throat. Peyton might not be the brightest cookie in the box, but he wasn’t entirely without brains either. Tall, dangerous-looking man with piercing blue eyes, fully dressed in black? Just those clues alone were enough to make most people think of Astar Levi. And once a signature on an agreement between Astarea and Cart

" Understood eight twelve, reinforcement is already on the way." A child's birthday, oh god. Proles, these genetically engineered animals were monsters and Maddox had already seen with his own eyes what these beasts could do. He didn't want to imagine what she would be waiting for at her destination. But he would find out, because he was Venator, a state-approved hunter whose job it was to get the prole plague under control.

The World-Devouring Leviathan blotted out the sky. It was a creature born from the primordial chaos of the Upper Realm, a beast so massive its golden scales scraped the edge of the stratosphere. Its cavernous maw opened, revealing rows of teeth the size of skyscrapers and a swirling vortex of gravitational force that began to pull the very clouds, the snow, and the smaller debris of the Blackwood Wastes into its throat. High above, the Celestial General riding his six-winged lion smirked. The mortals had put up an entertaining fight with their strange metal armor and flying brass pots, but this was the end. You cannot punch a moon.

The sea still roared behind us, but Leviathan's voice cut through the noise like steel. "Let's meet up with Audacus then. Enemy of my enemy is my friend." We turned away from the frothing coast, the pact forged in blood and pain. Beside me, Leviathan smirks with unholy satisfaction. He didn’t ask if I was sure. He didn’t question the cost. That was the comfort of monsters—they never pretended to be anything else. Within an hour, we are in Audacus’s dark domain, stepping into his throne room like a prophecy come to pass. Shadows coil at our feet. His throne sits atop bone and obsidian, jagged and cruel.

Morgan struggled desperately under her grip, unable to breathe. His face turned bright red as he frantically clawed at her arms, but June's fingers only tightened around his throat. "June… you've lost your mind…" Only when Morgan was nearly suffocating did June suddenly come back to her senses. The alcohol cleared from her head in an instant. Morgan braced himself against the wall and staggered backward step by step, fear and hatred filling his eyes. "June, you couldn't even stay loyal to your husband. Now he's gone and doesn't want you anymore—you think you can still keep anyone by your side? You think you're any decent yourself? If anyone's shameless and pathetic here, it's you."

"You probably didn't see this coming, but while you were gone, Rosa's been running the family business like a champ. Everyone's totally on board with her." I could not help but let my sarcastic grin widen. "Running it well, or just good at keeping secrets? Did you catch wind of today's arms deal with Amestia's leading mafia family, the Romanos?" Sebastian paused, a flicker of surprise crossing his face before he turned to Rosa. With a shrug, Rosa said, "Relax, it's no biggie. I've got it all under control. Just sit tight for the good news." Then, without missing a beat, she threw down the gauntlet. "Ms. DeLuca, you've been booted from the company, so why don't you save yourself the headache?