Obey Me Leviathan Novels & Stories

Diego turned to look at me. His grey eyes were cold, colder than the snow outside, and his face was unreadable, a mask of stone and scars and something else, something that might have been disgust or might have been duty or might have been nothing at all. "Do not make me protect you again," he said. I stared at him. "I did not ask you to protect me." "The king ordered it," he said in an angry tone. "And I follow the king's orders. That is all this is. Do not mistake it for kindness."

His expression was grim, his gaze sweeping across us like a blade. "Grayson, take your mate and leave," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. "This is my birthday celebration. I won't have it ruined by your little spectacle." Grayson clenched his jaw. "Father, she hit me—" "I said, enough!" Alpha Tristan's voice rose sharply, and the sheer pressure of his Alpha's dominance made every werewolf instinctively lower their head. "Leave. Now!" Grayson's face shifted between anger and humiliation before he finally grabbed Raven's wrist and stormed out of the garden.

Evidence to hear his next order but she heard nothing. After they had been mute with each other for about a minute, Mr. Evidence broke the silence. "Pleasure yourself." He said as he gave a naughty smile and never removed his eyes from Crystabel who was still standing in front of him. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "As you can see, I'm not in a good condition. so… it means…" he paused and used one of his fingers to scratch his head before he finally spoke again. "It means you will do all the work. You will pleasure yourself in my presence. Now, strip!" He ordered.

"The past belongs in the past, and it should stay that way. We're now looking into the future. Prepare to lose your lives if you dare to disobey my orders." They all became silent once more, their eyes widening in disbelief at what had just occurred the day before. Even some of them chose to remain silent in order to live another day. It was the best decision they could have made. "Then allow me to state this clearly. I'm only here to make new rules and break old ones. There are no room for argument." The air surrounding them became cold, as if they were in the middle of the winter. They can lose their status, or possibly their lives, if they make one wrong move.

Finish Minnie, smirking. "But nice try though," Johan smirked. "Good job," says a voice that clearly is from a voice changer. We all look back to the television, the screen is now purple. "You may enter, liberos meos." I smile proudly, watching the wall behind the desk slowly opens to a tunnel. Still smiling, I enter the tunnel behind Kelly and Britt. I was so proud of myself after taking down Hade, that I didn't notice Scout was tense ever since La Reu spoke.

“Morning, Uncle Wan. Can you do me a favour and stop the bus A47, bus license number 2304-AC8. I want all the bus route coming to and going from the next stop it stops at.” Uncle Wan wasn’t his blood relatives, but because City Y was heavily occupied by the Yang family, even the public transportation in City Y can easily be influenced by the Yang family. Yang Tian-Xu might call the owner of the bus company, Uncle Wan. But that was just to be polite. The owner of the public transport company made the calls to follow all of Yang Tian-Xu’s orders. Without any questions, he follows them blindly. This is the power of the heir, his extreme authority over anyone working and operating their business

I said, feeling disgusted. Pocholo shook his head at me as if he was disappointed by what I said. "Your answer is okay. Only the last one doesn't sound good. You sound sarcastic, Beau." "I can't take it anymore! My knee is about to give up" "There is nothing more I can do to help you, Beau. If I disobey the Commander, we might get worse." "It's unfair! I don't like staying in camp! Why haven't they let me go yet?! Apollo's behavior is really bad!"

They could also drink blood if they feel like it. They could bathe themselves and sleep. But they could also keep themselves awake for a week. They are creatures created by science. A composite of the two strongest types of organisms. Hunters are made to balance them. They hunt humans who run after vampires and hunt vampires who takes pleasure on killing humans for satiation. The boy looked pale and shaking. But to his utmost shock, the boy turned from a lanky coward to a boastful and irritating boy. "You shouldn't be here! Our clan leader is the governor of this region. You are not allowed to s-stop us!", The kids behind the boy nodded and seconded his overly confident statement. Even after

I blurred across the floor of the Mariana Trench, closing the distance to the two remaining Leviathans in a fraction of a second. They did not coordinate. The Hive-Mind operating them simply calculated the most efficient way to apply mass and reacted. The Leviathan on my left swung a massive, jagged pillar of black basalt like a baseball bat, aiming perfectly for my torso. The Leviathan on my right dropped its weight, driving a localized tidal wave of hyper-compressed water directly at my legs to sweep me off the bedrock. I didn't dodge. I didn't deploy a shield. I simply stopped moving.

I had always been obedient. Whatever people told me to do, I did without question. When my wealthy biological parents finally brought me home, my adopted sister leaned close and whispered arrogantly, "I'm the one and only Saunders daughter. If you know what's good for you, leave on your own!" I obediently nodded. Then I turned around and ran straight into the traffic on the highway. My parents nearly lost their minds. They scrambled out of the car and dragged me back, their faces already pale with terror. My brother glared at me and warned in a low voice, "If you keep acting like this, I'll send you back to that hellhole." That night, I obediently locked myself inside a dog crate. When he fo