Sino Si Basilio Novels & Stories

Basil complains, apparently pain and of course, hungry. “You see, I am of a special breed, Basil. You should keep praying to the moon goddess to grant that in your next life, you are the son of Alexander the Great Rogue Alpha. But at this moment and in this dispensation, you must share your food with me”. With a note of finality, Devilio divides the beaver between them and Basil has no choice but to make do with what he has. They eat in silence and play in the woods for a while before walking back towards the territory.

another official muttered with obvious disdain, glaring at Adrian. Adrian's stare fixed on the man. In an instant, his killing intent surged, causing the official's soul to tremble uncontrollably. The official stumbled back two steps and collapsed to the floor, looking utterly pitiful. Adrian chuckled indifferently. "What's the matter? Scared out of your wits?" At that moment, King Basil appeared slowly, exuding an aura of overwhelming dominance. His presence filled the room, casting a shadow over the hall. It was clear that Basil Wagner, King of Ciawales, had deliberately remained out of sight until now.

“I will go. After the twins are born, and after I am recovered. I will try to heal his wife.” Basil bowed his head. “Thank you. You cannot know the weight this lifts.” “Don’t thank me yet,” I said. “I don’t know her illness. I don’t know if my gift can heal it. But I will try.” “That,” Basil said thickly, “is all he has asked for.” *** The memory surfaced—the first time Basil had stood before us in the war camp. He had stood apart from the other Ironhold warriors, his face etched with fatigue. Damian, Maya, and I had met him at the edge of the camp.

I groaned in annoyance. "This is Cato and Justus," Basilea said while running her palm over their faces, her sensuous notion alone made me growl and tugged my wrists in disagreement. The little demon let the males strip her naked and she stepped out of her clothes and let the males admire her curves as she walked toward me.

"W‍ho asked you to drop it the​re?⁠" Rossi w​as⁠ trembling no‍w. He looke‍d at Lorenzo,​ then at the l⁠ed‍ger, t​hen at me. "It was... it w‍as the Basil‍e b​oy," Rossi wh‍ispered. "Marco Ba‌sile." Lorenzo‍ wen‍t​ st‌ill. "Basile," L‌orenzo r‌epeated.⁠ "My c​ousin's son."

Can't I just casually call him my love with no strings attached? Actually, a couple or more strings were attached, but what does it matter? " Oh, I meant um....................... I meant my Lord, not my love", I said with an awkward smile but the old lad was still staring at me in confusion, " seems like you don't know the meaning of your name again. In ancient Greek, the name Basil means royal, and in respect to that I called you my Lord", I said, trying my best to sound as educative as possible, but the expression on his face was still not something that I wanted, " come on Baz, you have a poor sense of humor", I said, tapping him on the chest and laughing hysterically.

Liam smiled softly. “Grandma, I made a friend this time, and he’s very powerful. With him around, the Watersons won’t dare to do anything to us.” “A friend?” Everyone was curious. What kind of friend could look down on the Watersons? When Liam looked at the crowd, he smiled arrogantly and said, “He’s a member of Basalt.” “What?” Agatha shuddered. Basalt! Basalt was worshiped in Bactria!

Unlike Lime, Basil was able to stay in a summoned state continuously, with the only restriction that it could only be summoned from floors eleven to twenty. “Our time together might be short,” Zen admitted. “But I’ll be in your care.” “Ss-kek!” Basil hissed with a toothy grin, and Zen waited for the other to log in. He couldn’t wait to introduce his new pet to them.

Adolph almost chuckled at that, “Thank you for your quick thinking, Basil. You’ve done well… Though we may have to speak about your spiteful streak.” Basil’s eyes narrowed. He seemed a bit defensive but he relaxed and a boyish light filled his eyes with pride and happiness. His eyes flickered red for a moment before lowering to the ground. He shuffled his feet and turned. “Wait,” Adolph said softly, “Your eyes…” Basil looked at him, “My eyes?” “They were red… just a moment ago. How long have they been doing that?” Basil frowned, “For a few months, I think… since… since Laura’s death.”

I said. “Shit.” “What does shit mean?” I asked him. “Stay away from Gideon Delanie, trust me on this, I’ll call you back,” Basil said and ended the call. Tank raised an eyebrow as I put my phone away and frowned. This was not what I had expected, Basil was hiding something and I had no idea how deep he was in with Gideon. I knew Basil didn’t always follow the letter of the law, but he wasn’t the type to get involved with the black market.