Nika Vicious Novels & Stories

The two then turned and exploded in an array of scarlet and pink lightning, leaving behind the teenagers. How did they know the Pink Projectile? Jasmine was about to approach them and her jaw immediately dropped when an even more peculiar thing happened. She watched Natasha turn her head this way and that, as if making sure nobody saw them right before turning around and bursting off in green-blue lightning, just as what the other two people before her had done. No way! Natasha Johnson is the-the. . .Natasha is the . . .Viper!

Nicholas explained with a happy face but I couldn't stop crying yet. "I didn't know it was the dagger, it wasn't intentional. The dagger was just controlling itself." I kept my eyes shut as I thought that I was sounding foolish. "The dagger belongs to the million-year-old is a pet and it has a soul of its own. It chooses its owner and once it chooses them, it will keep protecting them at all costs. Congratulations, Noelle, you have become invincible," Nicholas kept explaining, probably to convince me that I was not guilty of killing the fake Daisy.

I can't use the dagger now, but I am much stronger while I am in this form. “Hmm. Delicious, I want to taste it." She quickly turned her back to me. "But I am still watching you, big dog.” I stepped backwards after she said that. This witch isn't something I can easily manipulate with. I growl in pain after I feel something in my shoulder. It was an arrow. The blood started flowing down my foot. I looked at the one who pierce it to me and saw the one who almost killed me. The one who turned Nicolas into a reptile. She's here, but she's not looking at me at this moment. She was glaring at Lucinda from afar.

Her eyes enlarged when he wrapped his veiny hand around her neck. Naomi's hand came up to snatch his hand away from her, but who are you kidding? She knows very well that she's physically too weak for him, but that wasn't going to stop her. Nothing has stopped her and that is Naomi Madison. She was born Fierce, where her sister was totally opposite to her. Vincent applied a little pressure on her neck but didn't tighten his grip on her. "Because of you." She stared at him in confusion. He tightened his grip while shooting daggers through his murderous eyes.

The bitch shouldn't even had the strength to lift her head, let alone attack one of us. Nicklaus and I have been doing pretty well at keeping hernweak. We have starved her to death, made sure she stayed dehydrated and shoot her ass up with a lethal amounts of silver. The bitch should have been dead in my opinion. "Don't be a pussy," I joke, taking another sip of my drink. Jasmine blood taste better than whiskey as it touch the back of my throat. That is one of the reasons why she is my chosen whore. The taste of her blood makes my dick

"Some nights are made for torture, or reflection, or the savoring of loneliness"- Poppy Z. Brite. Rose's POV: My body shook as silent cries of agony escaped me. Mr. Victor just stood there, frozen, thunderstruck, angry. His eyes were glued to Madeline's pale, lifeless face. His eyes were red, which made his turquoise irises stand out more, making him look hauntingly devastated. He let out a roar and shoved me away from her. My back hit the cold floor with a loud thud as a searing pain shot through from my spine.

I say in our mind link. I smell…ROGUES!!!! He shouts through the entire pack link. The smell of decay and death hits my nose, which is way more sensitive now and Moon Goddess above these people stink. Dakota sends up a howl, warning the pack of rogues being in the area. The smell continues to get worse when a white tiger comes out of the bushes. I move closer to Dakota as he growls at the werecat rogue. The tiger shifts into a leanly muscled man with olive skin, shoulder-length brown hair, and honestly beautiful blue eyes.

Lucian. Scarlett was very rude and ungrateful. I had bought her stuff, and she couldn't even say thank you for it. I am sure she would be in a dungeon if we were her father. That girl's heart is cold as ice. I knew she deliberately refused to clean up so she could stink up the place. She was indeed her father's spawn. Why did fate have to tie us to a bitch like Scarlett? I was hoping our mate was someone we could love. Since the seer said our mate was a Vladislav, I had lost hope in romance. As things were, I needed to talk to the guys. We needed to let go of this mate thing and reject the bitch. She was used goods and might be of no use to us since we had to be her first to claim the magic.

pointing to Nicki. Viper looks around there are a lot more guys here than I thought. Viper pulls away from Nicki and crosses his arms and looks at her. " What I want to know is who do you think you are to talk to anyone like you did? Who do you think you are to put your hands on anyone here?" he says with authority. " But she's a nobody. She isn't one of us. She is an outsider. She shouldn’t be able to talk to me like that or put her hands on me. I’m part of this club." Nicki whimpers.

All I can do now is save her an excruciating death at his hands. I nudge her onto her side, and without hesitating I slam the briefcase into her temple. The sound makes me sick and my knees buckle. I crouch, my knees unsteady and my muscles so sore and I bash her temple again and again as I cry and curse. I don't let up until she is still and her nerves no longer twitch. I fall across her, unable to help myself and her still chest is all it takes as I push back up to puke.