Scoundrel Sans Novels & Stories

Her voice got louder and stronger. Whatever she had drawn on the ground had turned black. Her body suddenly jerked over and over then turned in the air to fall back into the original rising position. Her name was stuck on my tongue. I was too scared to even utter a single word, my hands on the barrier, staring wide eyed. One second it was gruesome screams then suddenly silence echoed through. I looked away from her to the rogue warriors and they all were black sacks of melting skin on the ground. I turned cold.

He smiled and stretched his hand for a handshake, “I am Duncan Mann. I'm sure you know who I am and ah, I know where exactly I am. I came looking for you.” “I don't know who you are,” I told him vaguely. “That's impossible,” the first man cut in. “How could you claim not to know Duncan Mann, the CEO of Duck Entertainment. That is impossible, Miss Martinez.” “Chill bro,” I turned to the second man. “It seems you must be his subordinate. I thought you would have introduced him as Lord Duncan, Alpha of Duck… wait, duck! You mean you are the CEO of the ducks.” Duncan was offended. He was glaring at me. I began to laugh at him now, this excited me.

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.

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.

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.

did anyone ever tell her that she’s a bad liar? “yeah, course. you’re here for vacation. brats.” Celine and I looked at each other, both offended. “E-excuse me?” i called his attention. “how dare you call her brat?” he looked at me while raising his brows. “and who are you?” “doesn’t important---” “my cousin. why? do you have a problem with that, jerk?” celine respond. i smirked. atta girl. the man was taken aback and was about to say something when celine turned her back.

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.

We were breaking through the town of Morsburg now. I finally lifted my gaze. Darkness and chaos that heavily saturated the interior of Morsburg dungeons were grazed and broken by purple and neon crimson lightning hues wrapped in the all-present purple fog of Wengarthria. The broad front entrance of the Morsburg encampment was closed off with smaller dungeon-like derelict towers on the left and right. Scillas were poking their heads through their windows, hissing and screeching. Scillas were skeleton-like creatures similar to morphed Veltalas, but their bodies were laced with what looked like an electric current. Unlike Vetalas, Scillas had bat-like skeletal wings. Each flap of their wings wo

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.