Sing 2 Cast Darius นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It's as if he had turned into a beast. I had no choice but to step in between him and the poor guy to make him stop. I dropped to my knees and looked up to a very furious Cyrus. His eyes are blazing with fire and he's breathing heavily, his fists clenched tightly and slowly, he moved closer to me and Dylan. "Get up." He ordered. I shook my head repeatedly that caused my headache to worsen. He must have noticed it because of how I looked but he didn't say a word. "I said, get up!" And just like that, he pulled me back to my feet and the tingles flew everywhere all over my body but this isn't what matters now.

My chest aches with missing her, but hearing her voice makes it bearable. Then Darius takes the phone. On night seven, I'm in my hotel room in DC, fresh from the shower with my hair still damp, wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else. The performance tonight was incredible—a full house, three encores, people actually crying during the emotional pieces. I'm still buzzing with energy when I call home. Luna is already asleep, Darius tells me, settling into what looks like his home office. I can see bookshelves behind him, the warm glow of a desk lamp casting shadows across his face.

“I’m the bridge.” Kael’s jaw clenched. “And Darius wants to use you to break us. Not unite. Break.” Before she could respond, the chamber trembled. Dust sifted from the ceiling. Runes on the walls flared crimson, not silver. A low, mocking laugh echoed from the stairwell. Darius stepped into the doorway, alone, unarmed, crimson tunic immaculate despite the bloodbath at the stones. His pale blue eyes glittered with triumph. “You’re predictable, cousin,” he said softly. “Always running to your mother’s grave when you’re desperate.”

They all run their horses to fight their enemies and sent them to hell. Darius was standing staring out the window in the reading room. His brows furrowed with an evil look in his eyes. His mind was filled with evil plans. The sound of someone entering the room broke through his thoughts, making him look towards the door. He saw Aurora smiling brightly at him and standing in front of him. "Darius, I just got some news. We've got Celeia, Tingis, and Tyrus!" she said in an excited tone. He pretends to be surprised, with a smile on his face. In fact, he already knew about it from his men. "Soon you will get your revenge. I will give Lucian's head to you," she said as she put her hands on his ch

Darius flew backward, skidding across the dirt till he landed in the courtyard coughing, but he didn’t strike back. He stood, only barely. He tried to get his balance, but he only staggered. Maybe I would have felt pity for him if he didn't kill my daughter. A couple of seconds passed as he lifted his hands, open, empty, and pleading. “Fight it, Kiara.” His voice was strained, and with his frequent he was wincing at each syllable, I wouldn't be surprised if he had broken a couple of ribs. “Please. Come back to me. Come back to us.”

Lucas calls out to us from the door leading to the dungeons. I hear Darius let out the most frustrated of sighs. I try to squirm out of his hold, but he only tightens his grip more. He spins around, and now I can’t even see Lucas. I try to lift my head and see over Darius’ other shoulder. “This better be good, Lucas, or I swear, your throat will be slit next,” Darius growls out and I notice Lucas’ unease as he wipes his brow nervously.

> "I'll take it." _*]:min-w-0"> Darius straightened. Pulled out his phone again. Scrolled through something. "My father has a transport spell he taught me. Illegal, but effective."

The master's voice echoed in my head. My palm became sweaty, I wanted to scream but it felt as though I went mute all of a sudden. “You seem pale.” I jolted out of my thoughts and snapped my head to Darius. “I am okay.” I said, in a voice not more than a whisper. ^ ^ ^ ^ Once some set of singers were done singing, another group of dancers performed. Turns after turns, even seers prophesied; “One might take a fall for others to rise.” The moment stretched, my heart thundered loud in my chest, it was now time for Alpha Darius to give his speech. The time I ought to walk him through the hallway had passed, for a moment, I felt relaxed and leaned against his shoulders.

“Daniel’s our brother. You’ll see.” After Elias left the room, Darius yelled, “Avatar’s a great film!” “Softy!” came back the laughing retort. “Jerk,” Darius muttered. “I heard that!” “No shit!” he yelled. Muffled laughter as Elias went into his own office and shut the door.

Standing near the double doors was Marcus, holding a thick leather tablet. Darius leaned forward, his expression softening instantly into something warm, gentle, and utterly breathtaking—a radiant, angelic smile that reached his piercing blue eyes. "You're awake," Darius murmured softly, his baritone smooth and laced with an agonizing, convincing tenderness. He reached out, gently brushing a stray lock of dark hair away from her forehead with slow, delicate fingers. "How are you feeling, sweetheart? Why would you do something so foolish and hurt yourself like that?"