The Leviathan Deviantart Novels & Stories

I knew that he and my father didn't have the same mom, their father married a new wife after my father's mom left them, she didn't want to get involved with the Mafia business, so she left and then he married Dooms mother, which is why he was so young but I doubt my father wanted what belongs to him. "You are lying..." "I’m not." He said. "It’s called the Egg of Alcaron, it contains the life force of immortality but it can only be activated when broken by a bloodline, a member of the Castillo family. I begged your father to do it for me, I begged." He looked down, and for the first time ever, I saw a flicker of vulnerability ghosting across his features.

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

I hated the way he made me feel, but oddly enough I also loved It. Nathan was a dangerous man. And my definition of a dangerous man was a man who was confident. He knew he had the looks and the power as a Lycan, but what he didn't know was that I wasn't the other low lives that would willingly kiss his feet and do his bidding. I was my Father's daughter no matter what, and I have grown to know his tale as a ruthless devil who ruled his people with an iron fist.

PEBBLES' POV Sardines and eggs. That was what the devil's kiss tasted like. His lavishly applied aftershave plagued my nostrils with its putrid, citrusy scent. With his tongue still embedded down my throat, he used his hands to grope my breasts, squeezing and pinching at my bosoms. His dent in his pants pressed painfully against my jeans covered thighs. I thrashed around as a sign of protest to his vulgar behaviour. He let out a deep and malignant chuckle against my lips. “You taste so good. I wonder if you will feel as sweet as you taste?” He withdrew his tongue as he held eye contact. His black pupils swirled in the dim lighting of the small closet. I saw the endless depths of evil and dar

Adam raised his eyebrows. Anna stopped her fake tears. She wiped herface slowly. "Listen, if it's true that the shaman brought my character to life, doesn't that mean they were imbued with a real soul. If you like the Lilian you saw in your dream, it means that you like Lilian who is imbued with In Ha, don't you think?" Anna tried to push her thoughts to Adam who looked innocent about this. Adam thought. Yes that's correct. If Lilian's character was really inspired by In Ha, didn't that mean he likes In Ha herself? he didn't really know her closely, but as Lilian, he already knew very well how she behaved.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the devil.” His eyes narrow as he takes in my appearance. “Lana, what happened to you?” he looks on as the locusts continue to devour the spiders. “Are those locusts eating the Arachia demons?” I shrug my shoulder and point to the locusts devouring the creatures with a wide, maniacal grin. “Yep,” I giggle. “It looks like they messed with the wrong girl.” I laugh again, which makes his brow furrow.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

Through a narrow gap in the center of the double doors, I peep into the chapel and my stomach turns instantly. Pierre Moretti is standing at the altar and this close, in the harsh daylight, he looks even more cruel and devious than I remembered... He’s an older man with thin, slicked-back hair, a pockmarked face, and dark, dead eyes that make him look infinitely more disgusting and wicked than my stepfather could ever hope to be...

The margins were filled with notes in neat handwriting. Nikolai's handwriting. I flipped through the pages, reading his thoughts, and felt something uncomfortable twist in my chest. The notes were insightful. Thoughtful. They revealed a mind that was as much philosopher as criminal. It would be easier if he were just a monster. Easier to hate him, to want escape, to see this as black and white. But nothing about Nikolai Dragunov was simple.

" Thank you, Sir." He nodded and crossed his arms settling on the throne that was prepared for him. " Now, you stated that you wanted to join us, didn't you?" Father replied with a nod, but that only made the dread settle deeper into my chest. " I'd do anything to take that Clan from Alex. He feels like he's a fucking God of the Bratva, him and his disgusting wife and I want to ruin them, shatter them till there's nothing left of them. So that I can rule the Bratva. The right way, with no outsiders standing in the way " I knew it, Alex and Daphne once again.