Leviathan: Envy Novels & Stories

The moonlight filtered through the trees, casting an eerie glow on the scene before me. Matt's deep voice cut through the silence, his words carrying a commanding tone. "We have a common enemy," he said, his eyes locked with those of the vampire leader, Tristan. "The witches are growing stronger, and if we don't unite, we won't stand a chance against them." Tristan, a tall and imposing figure, nodded slowly. "I understand the threat they pose," he replied, his voice smooth yet laced with a hint of danger. "But can we truly trust your pack, Matt? Werewolves and vampires have never been allies."

Aven's smile dimmed, "Oh, my love. The curse allows me to experience joy, even laughter, but it still shields me from spite, sadness, despair, and anger. I need it to protect us." Letharia's tone turned sardonic, "You speak like your father's spirit possesses you." Aven retorted, "And you sound as if your mother's spirit possesses you." Realizing the weight of their words, he promptly apologized. Letharia reassured him with a deep breath, "It's alright, Aven." Moving forward, Aven shifted the conversation, "Well, I spoke to Ezekiel and there's something I'd like to show you." Letharia placed her hairbrush down, curious, "Alright. Do I need to change? I'm still in my nightgown."

Leviathan’s name then draws to her attention with the popular sin that usually goes to woman in question. “Envy. Just how fascinating that name of a sin can be?” she smiles, proud and delighted of such a sin. “I wonder if I could borrow such name for a while.” Her teasing tone, playing with that thought that she doesn’t even mean to ask about. More like wondering for the if’s that could never happen. “Very well.” She temporarily set aside that thought for a while and focus on what is in front of her, reading the last sin and the only three embodiment that capture her interest more than the rest.

“Now, that I like. Get onto it, Jay.” Jay touched his finger to his forehead to signal that he would do so, and the alphas began to shuffle out. Jonathan lingered, closing the door behind the last alpha to leave, and leaning back against it. “He’s going to be trouble,” he said softly to Sebastian. “He’s ambitious, cunning, but he’s cold with it. He would have all but killed the Damiano kid.”

The Dark One and the Leviathan: “WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU? YOU NEED TO GET HERE NOW! OR I SWEAR YOU WILL NEVER GET YOUR REVENGE! YOU NEED TO TAKE OUT THE BATTLE WARRIORS!” The Dark One yelled in the mind of the Leviathan. That was the whole reason he promised the Leviathan that he would allow him to get his revenge on the King of Kings.

“I had no idea you were a fucking slut.” “You were not in love with me, Vincent. You were obsessed.” I managed to mutter. I had no idea where the courage to say that to his face came from but it did and from the way he stared at me, I could tell I only provoked him further. He looked more furious than earlier. “You think Levi loves you?” He barked. “He is not capable of loving anyone else but himself! He is a selfish dick who only ever thinks of himself! You have no idea who he is!”

, and through constructive life and experience, rehabilitate their mutated genetic codes, and rehabilitate their DNA. These non-human souls in human-type bodies were called the Anu-Melchizedek Leviathans. Unfortunately, the invading alien rebels took this opportunity to further their program of world domination. They realized that these organisms/DNA contained compatible genes and could be used to physically operate on Earth and control world affairs more directly. As a result, countless Anunnaki, Draconians, and compatible hybrids were born in these human bodies, but with a very different consciousness from humans regarding their poor emotional makeup, lack of compassion, but great mental a

“Your appearance is part of the plan. If you want answers, you have to be willing to use every tool. Including yourself.” I swallowed that truth like it was wine. Slow. Bitter. I had seduced information out of men before. Italians were no different. They just liked their lies dipped in lust and laced with good manners. “I’ll be in rooms where power is currency,” I said. “You’ll be the bank,” he replied. Liana came back glanced between us, her smile deepening. She clearly didn’t hear the conversation, or maybe she chose not to. “You two make a beautiful couple,” she said, casually picking up a pair of scissors. “If only Roberto would get a haircut.”

This ties the life forces of the two together, preventing the king and queen from fully dying when the bonded one is still alive. Gabrielle ended up killing the brother of Adrian, Levi. Levi was the king of Envy and wasn't bonded to anyone (none of the Kings are, except for Adrian now). This led to Envy being fully vulnerable. The dark ones (evil demons, more evil then demons I guess lol), took over the entire kingdom. A new king had to be chosen, and for the first time ever, a queen instead of a king was chosen. Dagon, the sisters of all the brothers of sin, won the competition and had gotten close to Gabrielle during the book. Dagon is happily in love with Ren, Adrian's ex-partner.

"And how are you going to be your best version? I mean, what do you see in your best version? Is she a mean girl? If yes then don't be it. You don't have to act tough to be your best version, I promise." "It's not. Let me tell you my vision of how I want to be. I will walk into a room like I own it. I will say thank you to everyone for the tiniest help. I will thank the waiter/waitress for bringing me food. I will thank the driver for driving me to my destination. I will thank my assistant for bringing me my documents. I will praise everyone for their efforts. I will smile when I want. I will stay true to myself. I don't have to appear mysterious or cold to be unapproachable. I don't have to