Servamp Lawless Novels & Stories

Alexander Stone. The name alone ignited a storm inside me. The Lawless King of the Xander MC. Ruthless. Untouchable. Feared by men twice his size and worshipped by a legion of criminals. To the world, he’s power incarnate, an enigma cloaked in leather and sin. To me, he’s the man who turned my life into a wasteland. Two years ago, I lost everything because of him. My reputation was dragged through mud, my career almost destroyed before it began, and worst of all—my twin sister, Vera. Sweet, stubborn Vera who just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.

“How dare that man! The audacity of him! I’m eighty years old, but I have never seen such cruelty! You listen to me, Angus, you have to make him pay no matter what! And Gwen, you said the person who recommended him is a distant uncle? Well, he’s never welcome at the house. And don’t you ever give him any sort of help. Cut him off!” Mark, my maternal grandfather, had something to say as well. “I’ve contacted some old military friends. I’ve made sure this kind of case, with such a horrible perpetrator, will be handled severely! He won’t get any mercy! If anyone dares to ask for leniency for him, I’ll break their legs!” Gwen replied in the group, “Don’t worry, everyone. Mr. Graham’s legal team

For ten years, I was Vincent's blood bag and his sharpest blade. I offered my rare blood to sustain his ancient power. I offered my loyalty to secure his throne as the Vampire Lord of this territory. I thought my devotion might earn me the eternal embrace of the turning. Instead, I received the announcement of his marriage to Lilith. A princess from a powerful European vampire clan. He said it was a necessary alliance. He said my blood was still precious. But when the sanctified silver tearing through the car,he used my body as a shield, to ensure his bride remained unblemished. That's when I knew. I was never his lover. I was just a consumable resource, a blood bag to be used and discarded.

The girl just sat down, her mind filled with questions at the visible signs of something she didn't want to happen and acknowledge especially at this crucial time. “Claire, our youngest Ephraim always mentions you to us, I am Atty. Simone Marquez. I am the brother of your lawyer. He can't help you anymore, I'm sorry but he just died yesterday after being shot by his colleague on the UP student council while he was still in college. ” The girl was speechless. She did not know how she should react to the bad news brought by his brother. What about his brother? She knew there were many questions that the deceased lawyer's brother would never be able to answer. “Don't worry, I'll help you get ou

The land responded instantly, the ground beneath Serena cracking as lines of molten light traced a circle around her. Her breath hitched. “What are you doing?” “Invoking the law you tried to steal from,” I said calmly. “The one older than packs. Older than alphas.” Recognition dawned slowly, horror bleeding into her expression. “The First Law,” she whispered. “That’s a myth.” “No,” I said. “It’s a safeguard.” The pressure intensified, the air humming with restrained power. Serena dropped to her knees, clawing at the ground as if trying to escape something she could not see. “Ariana,” she gasped, panic finally breaking through. “We’re sisters.”

Her kick force that man's body to fly, twenty meter away from servant 1 position. "Sorry, Miss." He replies the call at the chat group while kick another Mortal stage 5, within a second all area like the grave place. "Who's next?" Leader Lao Camp was prior professionalism, hiding his shivering body from the enemy kick that almost kill him. Standing there proudly, no more acting while see far away. 1 hour passes slowly, no one shows up. "Master, all of them was unconscious, its chance for killing the time by clean up." Servant 2 gives the bold idea, his plan to provide further working capital by means of borrowing them to be a guard.

“First condition: you don’t do this alone. You build a team, train advocates you trust, and you entrust them instead of trying to save everyone personally. Because I know you, Calla, I know you’ll try to take every case, fight every injustice, work yourself into exhaustion trying to fix centuries of problems in a few months.” He wasn’t wrong. “Okay Fine. What else?” “Second condition: you teach me. Teach me about human law, modern justice principles, and all the things that never made sense to me about your world. Because if you’re going to be reforming supernatural systems, I want to be able to actually help instead of just providing muscle when things get violent.” That surprised me enough