Moxxie X Beelzebub Novels & Stories

My eye wandered to the main gate of the mansion as it opened and an expensive black jeep drove into the yard. Silvia's voice snapped in the earpiece again, yanking me back to reality. "Um, I just got intel from Isabella. That jeep… the person inside that jeep is supposed to be your stepmother's bomb supplier. You have to prevent the exchange from happening." "Roger that," I muttered, letting the cold fury take over. Years of training with Fernando, training that I had tried to bury, came rushing back with ruthless efficiency.

“I shouldn’t have come.” That only enraged him further. “Get back here.” The voice wasn’t his. It was deeper—distorted. The same monstrous tone I remembered from the last full moon. The sound of a beast wearing a man’s skin. I shook my head. “No.” I turned toward the door. Behind me, the chains rattled again—harder this time. “Take one more step,” the beast snarled, “and you’ll regret it.” Fear clamped around my ribs, but I forced myself to move. One step. Then another. I reached the door, pushed it open, and slipped out.

What are you taking me for? Lacey chortled out loud. She covered her nose and took a few steps backward, keeping a fair distance away from him. "You can think whatever you want, but we're through. And you should stop bothering me again." In my past life, Xavier had been very easily swayed by Lacey and convinced to help her throw me off the roof to my death. It was obvious that he was simply obsessed and even infatuated with her. So, in this life, of course, he also wasn't going to take her flimsy excuse to break up.

When you’ve hunted for the mafia, killed people they didn’t want to bloody their hands with, and taken out whole families, nothing sane remained. The little shit fired off a sloppy shot as I came at him. His movements were slow, almost clumsy - a reminder of his human frailty. And I dodged the bullet, not that it would’ve mattered much since my pain tolerance and healing ability were far above average. He fell backward and my wolf snarled, wanting to clamp its teeth around his throat. “Please.” He tried to get away, crab-walking backward; his face nearly green. “Here. Here’s a purse. It’s got money in it. I-I saw the broad go to the ATM.”

Julie broke the growing fog in the room by tapping her pen on a clipboard she was holding, “if you plan on putting pups in her now I would very much like to…” Dante growled at Julie but to his surprise it was Moxie that acted first. The crazed looking young man jumped halfway across the room, as if he were a howler monkey sailing through the trees and now had the sassy doctor by the back of the neck with his body trapping her between the wall and his torso. “If you ever touch her for your voodoo mad scientist bullshit Julie I will put in a call to the LaFlare family and you will beg me to kill you,” Moxie’s voice was quiet but Julie heard every word.

The balcony shook when Grand Duke Beelzebub punched one of the balcony’s pillars. Grand Duke Gabriel took a seat as he answered Beelzebub with a calm smile – as if he was not worried about his son. “Aren’t they teammates, Grand Duke Beelzebub?” He earned a glare from the fuming demon lord in which he discarded easily by changing the topic. “Look. They are talking to each other like some old acquaintances.” “Kirk! Can’t we hear what they are talking about?” Sweat started to form on his forehead from the sudden demand of his friend. Headmaster Kirk shook his head. “We can’t. The bat is not equipped with that type of magic spell, Zell.”

he asked Duke, not minding my presence. "Yes, babe, she's my steward," Duke responded dryly. If I am not mistaken, she is Marie, the second daughter of the Menejez tribe; they lived near the Criose territory, the most hard-headed tribe; they were called the black sheep tribe. They don't follow the rules; they are killed once every hundred years via poisoning or hunting. They were the main reason why we wolves were almost exposed, and now, humans do believe we exist and continually hunt us. Either to kill or to attract people for money.

Damian Cordwell. Meanwhile. I was called to the scene just minutes ago. The cops said a young vampire had phoned in a report, a massacre. But what I find isn’t just carnage. It’s a sin. The air reeks of blood and death. The ground is slick with it. The silence around us is deafening, save for the sound of body bags being zipped and carried away, one after another. Slake’s is the last. His body lies still, a gaping hole in his neck staring back at me like a silent scream. I buckle inwardly, but my limbs hold. My face remains stone, even as my chest splits open with pain. Even as a silent wail rips inside me.

While the man simply trailed his gaze back to the ground floor like he didn't punish and humiliated a girl just for looking into his eyes, like he didn't make her throw his expensive shoes in the dustbin and few moments ago. That's what he was a fucked up man with his fucked up mind. He likes to see people miserable and vulnerable. He like them bowing in front of him. Mercy and sympathy doesn't resides anywhere near him. He likes to see fear in people eyes of him. He was none other than the Mexican mafia boss, Zavier Garcia.