Novel & Cerita Trickster #dbd

“If you wanted me to appreciate this little bloody and dark void of yours, then do not expect even a little out from me. For you said it yourself, I am the sin of Sloth. Too lazy to care for anything.” “Tsk!” She smirks, then smile in a cunning way. “Are you still going to act the same if I’ll call out,” she pauses and for a while, holding the trump card that she is confident that Tucker will be interested and more about. “Nate.” Taken aback and more than what Beatrice expected. Her cunning smile even widen in thrill and excitement. “Holder of the twin God Gemini, the thunder holder, no, the original lighting holder of this world and book.”

I NEED BLOOD FOR BLOOD DAWSON'S POV~~ "What do you mean by they are burnt, a assigned you a job, only so I would visit my family to avoid suspicions and you are here telling me they are burnt, did I ever order you to kill them, I only wanted to teach them a lesson, oh shit" "I'm sorry sir" " Sorry for your mother" " Sir " " Right no you will not get the money to foot your mom's bill" " Sir... sir..." I disconnected, what have these rascal done, Mr.Bryan must surely find a way to track me.

I needed to find a way to undo whatever she has done, if not, things would fall into disaster. Or else I might be turning weak. And Artfold Panther, the TRIBRID alpha king was everything asides weak.

"Screw this." I looked over at Burney, horrified to see him running at Stan. He threw his weight into the Taken's back, knocking him forward. Stan shrieked from the surprise attack and Mike grunted, landing pinned beneath the Taken Scorcher. I turned from the three man pile and reefed the gun free of Ronnie's stiff fingers. "Burney!" He'd separated himself from the other two and was standing over them, poised to strike with Stan's makeshift stake. "You can't kill him that way," I yelled, throwing him the gun, "It'll send the shade bolting to someone else!"

Alpha Christer is saying to whomever is in the room with him. “Where is Alpha Stellan?” an unknown voice asks. Tracker sends me the coordinates for the phone so I can start hacking into whatever is nearby to watch Christer when another alert pings on. “I’ve got it,” Tracker says as Hijack continues to play with Arden. I’m surprised he’s wasting his time until I realize that he’s using this as an opportunity to teach Sphinx. I bite back the growl. Sphinx should learn everything she can and honestly, she’s absorbing everything we’re giving her like a sponge.

Growling, Zadicus lost his mind. "Brother!" Tristan called to him worriedly, rushing to hold him to calm him down, but he couldn’t think anymore. "FUCK!" Screaming, he slammed his hand down again, using the power embedded in his body to full force, breaking the ground more, "FUCK!" Gasping, Daphne crawled back in terror, shaking at his breakdown where Zadicus lost his mind before the misery given to his life. "Control yourself, you are scaring the girl!" Tristan shouted, perturbed about his mental state which might release the relic inside him.

It was there, amidst the switching sounds of water and the soft glow of bioluminescent organisms, that they stumbled upon a worn deck of cards, tucked away in a forgotten corner. Intrigued by the discovery, they examined the deck with curiosity. Just as they were about to explore its contents, Trent, a seasoned inmate covered in black tattoos that matched his tail and hair, noticed their interest. With graceful movements, he swam towards them, his hands fluidly signing, "Hey, do you know how to play Tridents? I can teach you if you like."

He knew how he even helped clean traces of the missing women in Veilwood. The forger had made a simple request, just ten more women and the deal is closed. Triton was so close to getting what he wanted, and his brother, Trevor was also close to not being in the hands of death during the next blood moon. He wondered why Trevor had decided to become stupid and back out from their plan. “Or couldn't it be that he had gotten a solution to his misfortune elsewhere?” Triton asked himself. “We're going to meet the forger.” Triton informed his trusted man and beta, Sam.

Saoirse caught him, lowering him to the gravel. Silence returned to the tunnel, broken only by the sizzling of Crawler flesh. Garrick stood up slowly. He looked at the carnage. Dozens of dead monsters. He looked at Jora’s body. Then he looked at Tristan, who was shaking violently in Saoirse’s arms. "Iron and Gods," Garrick whispered. "What are you?" Tristan looked up. His nose was bleeding. His eyes were fully violet, glowing in the dark. "I am the storm," Tristan croaked, a delirious smile touching his lips. Then his eyes rolled back, and he slumped against Saoirse’s chest.

< FERAL FURY PACK > The garden of the Feral Fury Pack was alive with laughter and chatter, a rare moment of warmth amidst the usually tense atmosphere. It was a rare sight to see everyone gathered together like this—Mikhail, Jessica, Genevieve, Spike, Luciano, Gift, Damon, and Lucifer, all sharing in the lightness of the moment. The day was perfect; the sun was setting, casting a golden glow over the flowers, and for once, it felt like a true family reunion, despite the many wounds they all carried.