Spirit Chronicles Rio Novels & Stories

Rolf Titus Point of View “My king, several groups of rogues were seen retreating away‘ The sound in my head signalled that someone had arrived. Looking south at the end of the hill, the group from Trazmoz had arrived. Drake, as well as the others immediately transformed into their wolf form and assisted us in lighting up the rogues. Jose’s skills in battle tactics and formations were immediately put into practice by commanding the warriors. The warriors who knew their main commander had arrived immediately changed their formation. Turning towards Drake, he saw the figure of Melissa approaching her mate and gave her something before the white witch disappeared again. Morena’s soul is here, I

The Rogue Deity is now finally free once more. Subtle whimpers echoed in the vast space. His gaze shifted to Alinta, his obsession. Her cheeks were wet with tears, and she was shaking as though living a nightmare. “Yes, my rose, your shadow is gone, just as I have promised. I will become your light, your beacon, and you are to become my little moth,” he murmured in a soothing and covetous tone.

I ask Rio. He smirks and taps his lap. Fuck. This isn't what I was expecting. I swallow and sit on his lap. His arm goes around my waist and he pulls me closer to him. Rio inhales me. So fucking weird. " You look so fucking beautiful I want to taste you." He whispers into my skin. I notice the scotch is half consumed. Earlier I made sure to spike his glass before pouring the drink inside. He needs to get insanely drunk so he doesn't have much willpower to fight back. He gives me his glass of scotch.

I ask, frustrated and upset with his lack of focus on the task at hand. “Could you read them to me?” he requests. I sigh, but do as he asked. “September 10th, 8:05am. Five rogues attacked the warriors on guard duty along the southernmost perimeter. All rogues were killed. Two warriors sustained shallow scratches. One on the arm. The other on the leg. The battle lasted for–” I cut off with a squeak as I feel something warm and wet touch the back of my neck. He licked me. Tyler licked me!

Then, like a ghost, he rushed over. The others were taken aback. Scitalis was already in front of Rio before they could react. Squirt! Scitalis reached his right hand and poked a hole in Rio's heart! "You!" Rio felt as if his energy had been depleted. He looked at Scitalis in fear. He only muttered a word and fell to the ground dead. What… Upon seeing that scene, everyone else was scared half to death. Some even peed in their pants. How terrifying!

“Give me her whereabout and you're free to go. Alive.” “As you can see, blocker.” Rio grinned and stretched out his arms, sneering. “I only brought the ax, the clothes and the robe I wore. Besides, how could you expect me to know what you're talking to me about?” “Wolvire,” his enemy spoke a name angrily. “You know very well what it is, damn human! Give it me the information or you will die!” “I don't want to die.” Rio grinned again, his expression pale and strange under the blue moonlight. “I must add I'm sorry. I don't have anything information you talk about. Just go to hell!”

Rion didn't understand why he was in his mother's room, and what the two priests were doing. What confused Rion the most was, his grandmother asked 'who are you?' to Rion when clearly Rion was his grandson. Rion only understood when he heard her grandmother's conversation with the two priests, they were discussing Bee, the evil spirit that possessed Rion, and had made Rion cry for three days and three nights, looking for his mother. The two holy men asked Her Highness Cristela to summon them again if the evil spirit named Bee possessed Rion again, but fortunately, Bee never returned. It was Bee's first and last time appearing.

I cried out and ran towards him, panic rising in my chest, “HEY! LET HIM GO RIGHT NOW! THIS IS ILLE–MMPH!” “Quiet.” Rio hissed in my ear. He’d caught me around my arms and I couldn’t move. His other hand was planted firmly on my mouth. My back met his chest, and all I could do was badly hope that this was all a dream. It all had to be a bad dream. Just what the fuck was going on? “Cristo gets jealous very easily.” Rio said behind me, dragging me away downwards down a path to the village, “He never makes up his mind about anything! It’s not my fault all the women he likes end up coming my way.”

She turned with a huff, heels echoed on the hallway until she was gone. Unphased, Rio slammed the door shut and walked towards the fridge by the kitchen, pulling out a beer bottle. I remained standing on the side of the door, staring at his bare upper body, particularly eying the ‘a vida é Bela’ ink on his chest with the small fucking mockingbird above it. Just like Viviana’s description. Down to the birthmark on his hip and the serpent ink on his right arm. “She told you,” Rio broke the thick silence looming over us, leaning on the breakfast bar. His gray eyes throw daggered glare to where I am.

After a while, Leslie stretched and yawned, feeling the weight of sleep. ​"Hey, I'm tired. Let’s go back, it’s really late," Leslie suggested. ​"You go ahead," Scarlett replied firmly. "I’ll head back later. I just want to stay a bit longer." ​Leslie looked at her with a mix of worry and resignation, but finally nodded and began walking back to camp. Scarlett was left alone by the lake, unaware that she was being watched from the other side of the water. ​Across the lake, Zafira and her sister Zahia—two gorgons, women with serpent tails instead of legs—hid in the shadows. Zafira, her serpentine body coiling around itself, watched Scarlett with a mix of surprise and overflowing rage.