Nemesis-lacroix Novels & Stories

I demanded, stepping to the edge of the circle. She lifted her head a bit, revealing her dark eyes, well proportioned cheekbones, and lips that were painted with deep black. “You may call me Lysandra,” she said. “Once I was the King's Seer. Now...” Her mouth curved into something sinister, between a smirk and a grimace. “Now I speak only to those who have the courage to seek the truth.” My heart pounded against my chest. “You said you knew why I dreamed of my death. Explain.” She gestured to the glowing runes. “Step inside, and I will.”

"What is it, Nabitha? What did you want to discuss?" I approached him slowly, a predatory smile spreading across my face. "Victor, we hold a secret that can change everything. Don't you think that his Xav Macrony is none other than the Lycan King Xavier, the husband to my biggest rival and also my sweet sister Uriah. Or I'm just making things up." Victor's eyes widened with disbelief and realization. "Lycan King Xavier ? The one we thought is back in his pack? I don't think that's possible”

“Solana, Illac, and Foire have been notified of your little detour in humanity's border. Didn’t I tell you to stop it already?” said Nerissa. She is Solana’s little necromancer, usually, werewolves never trust a necromancer, they can be as a trickster as a fox or as sly as a vampire.

If not for their family surgeon, he may be dead by now like his father. He was staring at the blue skies while the cold wind touches his face when a nurse came out of the elevator, rushing to him. He stood up when the nurse stop in front of him. "Mr. Jared Creed, right?" the nurse asked while catching her breath. "Yes, do you need anything?" He asked with a poker face. "Madame Jacquelin is awake and she's looking for her son."

I said, deciding to change the topic, another irony if you ask me. I never said the truth to them, and here I was yearning for truth. “Sure, go ahead, Maya.” Peter answered, stopping in his movements. Laura too. “The lycan’s kingdom. Why do you hate them?” I inquired, breath at ease. “Because they are ruthless. They had killed Queen Aliana’s twin, the wife to their king.”

Killian carefully observed the five people Matthias had pointed out, he was impressed by their fast improvement and adaptability to everyone. "And they have been there for just two weeks?" He asked and Matthias nodded but Killian wasn't looking at him so he didn't see that. Killian suddenly stood in front of Matthias, Killian was a head taller and larger than Matthias. Killian has very broad shoulders and he can be mistaken for the beast in 'Beauty and the Beast' from behind. "What's this sudden intimidating?" Matthias asked, taking a few steps back. "Step back." He placed a hand in between them as he stepped back while Killian stepped closer to him.

' 'Do you know the black hunter? 'Who knocked me out?' 'Why did he kill at my club?' 'Did your stalkerish obsession get a bit too high to control you needed to kidnap me?' She's obnoxious more than I thought. 'I do not have an obsession with you.' I stated coldly. 'Then why the questions?' 'I want my answers.' 'Curiosity killed the cat.' she snapped back at me. 'A cat has nine live, Nemesis.' 'That's my name now?' Nemesis. That was the perfect name for her. She was the enemy not any sort of ally in any way.

"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about." "Oh, but I do," she shot back, her dark brown eyes firing straight daggers as she faced me head-on. She wasn't the least bit afraid of my anger, clearly aware that the real monster lived back at the house, and not in this driver's seat. "Know what you talked about for two weeks straight the first time you played against the Ice Reapers? Hunter Beaumont. You claimed to hate his smugness and attitude, but your eyes, they were alive, Tristan. ALIVE. Do you know how much it hurts living with a literal robot of an older brother for years, and then one day he gets back from a game he lost and his eyes are no longer blank walls, but hold actual f

His breathing is ragged and comes in short gasps, as if he is trying to take enough air in, in order to steady his breath. “You will not touch her!” he says, his deep voice thundering and echoing in the quiet room. Blood trickles from Kendrick’s lip. He wipes it with the back of his hand and laughs—unhinged, furious. “You’re defending her?” he spits blood. “After what she did to me?” “That is none of your concern anymore.” “She was mine first!” The words hang in the air. Xavier’s jaw tightens. “She is not property,” he says coldly.

Deep and raspy, White-Eyed Ivory Dragon’s voice rang out, “Welcome to Nemesis. Let me introduce myself. I am White-Eyed Ivory Dragon, the original Nemesis’ number one.” Sigillum then spoke, “I am Sigillum, the original Nemesis’ number three.” Followed by Devastation, who said, “I am Devastation, the original Nemesis’ number five.” And lastly, Dhrishit added, “I am Dhrishit, the original Nemesis’ number six.” “From today onwards, you guys will be part of Nemesis. We are happy to have you here, and we believe you guys will be able to restore Nemesis to its former glory,” said White-Eyed Ivory Dragon.