Lucius Narcissa Malfoy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Jace was calm, broken, and he couldn't produce an answer. “Of course he knows me,” I chuckled, turning to Jace. Jace's head was buried in shame. “Lucian, you've been a very, very, very weak fellow,” I giggled. I turned at Lucian and his eyes narrowed at me, his brows furrowed, and the chaos of the moment sank into his heart. “Jace belongs to me. He is my property. He has been my puppet all along…” He looked at Jace, who couldn't even look at him.

He was cute and looked like a nerd, and upon noticing my gaze on him, he blushed and quickly looked away. "He's also a virgin just like you and grandma," Blaze chipped in earning another smack from Mahira. "shut up Blaze, are you not scared that she might overhear you? oh there, she keeps looking our way. Oh, wait... She's walking towards us." I quickly followed Mahira and Blaze's gaze, only to see Lucia walking towards us, with three others. Wait, is she the grandma they were talking about? I opened my mouth to ask them however, Lucia was already standing before us.

Their leader turned around slowly. “Hello Portia, is it?” His face seemed impassive. “Well, yes. Who're you?” She asked again. “And are these your guards or something?” Aunt Portia glared at the guards. “They look rather suspicious.'' “Leon Morbius” The name didn't ring a bell but I could see how fast Aunt Portia flinched at his name. She obviously knew him. “King of Nile” He continued and immediately knew who he was. The atmosphere grew suddenly tensed . I didn't really get what was happening but something inside me stirred and made me step closer to Aunt Portia's side.

Her eyes fluttered shut, as she tried to steady her breath. Shey won't break before them. Lucas sighed, his bored gaze sweeping through the nobles. "Hungry bastards." "You can’t blame them, Lord Lucas. She’s such a beauty. I’d mount her myself before she dies," remarked the Lord seated beside him. Lucas stared at Arianna wordlessly, then glanced over his shoulder. The King had been quiet for what felt like an eternity. King Duncan despised traitors. His dark past—about traitors—had left deep scars in his soul, earning him the title "Ruthless."

Dad only frowned. "It's true," John said, "I recognize him. He's been to the warehouses a number of times, working with the High Council to develop the plants. Except, he didn't feel like a Necromancer then, I thought he was a witch." "You're both insane!" Lyssa said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Nathan is the most outspoken against the witches. I can't see him looking at one without killing him, let alone working with one." John shifted and she shrugged. "No offense."

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?

“What trouble? You seem to have forgotten, Lucas. You were just a silly little boy when I killed your father. I would have killed you too that day, but for some reason, I thought you would be better than him. I'd hoped that you would be better than him. If only I'd known that the seed of evil had been planted in you, I'd have done away with you when I had the chance.” “Adrian, what's going on?” There was silence in my head and I wondered why he wasn't replying. “I should have known there was a reason why she had so much audacity. You guys are behind her. But that's fine, I'll deal with you and deal with her at the same time.” I saw it as it was coming. “Look out!” He threw a ball of fire tow

However, he'd be petrified when he saw Jaida, even though her condition wasn't at all in comparison. Nero tried to stand steadily on his legs, but they kept shaking. His knees began to give out on him, begging him to just rest. He had to keep pushing forward though. His life was important. He didn't want to lose it to the angel. He tried using a spell of black magic, but Lucius simply dodged the sphere of swirling light. He rushed the Deslyan and locked a firm hand around his throat. Lucius just smirked wickedly, his blue eyes meeting a pair of terrified red ones.

It was an odd sight, but somehow it eased my anxieties… only slightly. Draco's eyes lit up as he spotted me, and a warm smile adorned his face as he rose from his seat. "Mom, Dad, and little sis, this is Lily Marcos, the daughter of the late Marcos Mal and my future wife," he introduced me with tenderness in his voice, I couldn't help but steal a quick glance at him, almost disbelieving that he could be the same person who had bullied me earlier.

Dyna said clenching the wheelchair's arm. "Of course!" Lucifer replied giving her access to the wheelchair. "Dad, Is everything under control?" Dyna whispered. "Yes," Draco responded. "How about the snake princes?" he asked "Marcus is completely under my influence, he will not be going to harm you. I enchanted his wand." She said smirking devilishly. "Stupid girl...his wand cannot be enchanted with your powers...he has THE RED MOON POWERS" in his wands." he scowls.