Scoundrel Sans Novels & Stories

Lucien's driver wasn't there, Lucien drove, of course he did, he didn't trust anyone else with us. Theo and I got in the back Kael took shot gun, Lucien slid behind the wheel without a word, eyes scanning the street before we pulled out. "Route's clear for now ", he said. "We're heading to the old Voss research annex. Abandoned since the Scission Act, no cameras, no signal". "Great", Kael muttered. "A haunted lab, what could go wrong?. Lucien glanced at him, "Better than your place". I didn't say anything because the tension between Lucien and Kael was thick enough to choke on. Two angry Alphas in a car with one Enigma and a compromised omega, one wrong word and it would ignite.

Roy had been close to me all this while collect the scroll and read it aloud. Dear Alpha Thane, This is to inform you that your slave kaidaira is in our custody. She is pregnant with your child and she will be beheaded if you don't give us the following thing:- Twelve barrel of wolfbane Six bags of silver tip arrows and five bags of silver swords. If you don't give us all that has been listed above your slave and your unborn child will die. “What the hell is this. He is clearly extorting us of our weapon” Roy said clenching his fist.

and with that, I followed him to the meeting room which was next to my soundproof office. The meeting room was also very spacious. I counted exactly twenty employees who sat around the huge, white and circular meeting table. I cleared my throat as I stood to make a brief introduction. "I am Slo--" My speech and breath paused halfway as my gaze landed on someone. Sitting amongst the employees on the round meeting table was the vampire. The mythical creature that haunted my thoughts and dreams. "Sloane?" My uncle Fred signalled me to continue but I was too frozen to do so.

Nathan’s fists clenched at his sides, and I could see the barely contained rage simmering beneath the surface. “I’ll kill you before I let you tarnish my name any further.” I felt a pure fear in the pit of my stomach, but I refused to back down. Not anymore. Suddenly, a low growl echoed through the hall. Favian appeared beside me, his eyes glowing with fury as he stepped between me and Nathan. “I suggest you rethink your words.” He said his voice deadly calm. Nathan sneered. “This doesn’t concern you.” Favian’s hand shot out before Nathan could react, landing a blow that sent him crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. Gasps rippled through the crowd as everyone stopped to watch.

Another Rogue. Only that this one has no smell.

“Cassian, that book is upside down. You’re reading it upside down.” Silence. “Oh. I was wondering why the pictures looked strange.” “You were making pasta?” I asked, reading the recipe. ”Yes, the one I told you about.” I heard the staff trying to stifle their laughs. Cassian looked mildly offended. “I fail to see what’s funny.” I sighed. “Move over.” I said, rolling up my sleeves. “I can handle it.” “You’ve been mixing God knows what without any water. You obviously can’t handle it. The rest of you are dismissed for the night.”

a sympathetic brother uttered. The men were near the burnt palace premises now, following Jonah behind. There was the sound of someone coming through a partially charred door. It was kept ajar. A young man strode out from it. He stood a few yards away from the men. He was difficult to identify; for his face was partly covered in blood. When he came close, the men cringed in fright, for he wore a skirt of bearskin like theirs. From his belly to his head was bare save for the blood that covered his face, and he had in his right hand, a glittering sword, which he held upward, keeping its sharpest tip above his head. With his left hand, he held a man’s head which had been cut off from the body.

What I saw inside the envelope made me nauseous. It’s a picture of a man with full of blood. There’s also a picture of its back with a words engrave in it. THE HUNT STARTS NOW! -JMJ What the hell?

When he spotted me sitting alone, his bleary eyes lit up, and a crooked grin spread across his lips. Shit. He staggered toward me, the stench of alcohol and cigarette smoke hitting me even before he collapsed beside me on the couch. The smell was so strong I almost gagged. “You look sexy, baby,” he drawled. I shifted away, but his bloodshot eyes dropped straight to my chest. “Fuck?” he slurred, licking his lips. “Andrew’s got eyes…” Disgust surged through me. I tugged the neckline of my gown higher, but his hand shot out and clamped over mine, pressing it down firmly.

I begin conjuring my magic in preparation for the fight. I look over at our new arrivals and assess them. One of the ghouls has a medium frame with a buzz cut . The other one is probably close to six feet, short brown hair, and has a thick red scar running from his cheek to his chin. They scan the crowd and their eyes land on Kieran. “Just the man we’ve been looking for!” Scarface says as they begin strolling towards us. The patrons standing in their path quickly move before they get trampled.