Venti And Dvalin 소설 & 이야기

Mark's eyes widen when he saw the different look I have on my face now whenever that darkness inside me, is in control right now. "Well you asked for it." I replied back and then grabbed his pinky finger and ripped out its nail by using the pliers. Mark screamed out in pain and I laughed out loud. "Next time you thought of trying to destroy me, I'll pull out our teeth with this. But too bad, there won't be a next time for you mark. Consider this a farewell warning for you to hell." I grabbed his second last finger and ripped out its nail while he shivered uncontrollably and screaming out loud.

If ever there is a man of my dreams, Vincent Valiant is it. I haven't been the best assistant up to this point, but that changes from here on out. Just because I have a masters it doesn't mean I can't kick ass at being his assistant. From this moment on I'll be the best damn assistant Vincent Valiant has ever had. I'll be so fucking great at this job, he'll beg me to stay rather than move to marketing. It's time to shine.

He poured himself a glass of Chianti, raised it to the moonlight. “To chaos.” ~~~~~~~~~~ Giovanni Valente was tired. His back ached from hours hunched over strategy maps, poring over alliances, enemies, and shifting tides. His war council had ended late; the men who pledged their loyalty to him had departed one by one, their steps heavy with false confidence. He had stared at them, eyes shadowed, mind flickering with doubt. Still, he believed he had the upper hand. He was wrong. The door to his private suite opened with a slow creak. He stepped inside, letting out a long breath and loosening his collar. He moved toward the bar in the corner of the room, pouring himself two fingers of aged br

I mean, I like Valen and want to get to know him, but at this point, he’s still a stranger to me, and the realization that he can influence my thoughts is rather scary. “No. You can break it if you wish,” Valen whispers slowly, wincing like the thought itself has caused him pain. I nod, relieved a little at that thought. “Right. Um, I need to process. How about you ask another question, then I’ll go again?” “Lovely,” Valen says with a clap of his hands, then nods for me to continue our hike down the mountain. “Now, about your Senior who ended up being a Demon. What was his name again?”

I went for the head after that and ripped it off before watching my wound heal quickly. I looked in the direction but he was gone. His men were rapidly decreasing. Alpha Damon's men, like mine, knew what they were doing. I had already sent a signal for my warriors to join the bedlam and they were already there, feasting on what was left of Devon's men.

After a few rings, a smooth, deep voice answered on the other end. "Alex," The voice drawled, a hint of amusement in its tone. "To what do I owe this late-night call? Trouble in paradise?" I couldn't help but smirk despite the seriousness of the situation. "Valen, it's been a while. And no, this isn’t a social call...I need your help” The teasing tone vanished immediately. "Go on" Valen said, his voice now edged with curiosity and concern. I wasted no time recounting everything, the attack on my pack, Daimon's return, Evelyn's coma and miraculous recovery, and the revelation of the Guardians. Valen listened in silence, only the faintest sound of his breath indicating he was still there.

The number of chairs clustered in the room prevented him from approaching, but Aislen got the sense that he wouldn’t have done so as it would have diminished his dominance to come to greet her. “I am Victor Thornfield,” he announced as Dwayne closed the doors behind them. “Welcome to the Galgulit HaLevana pack of Rideton.” “I am Aislen Carter, the mate of Les Guerriers Sanctifies of Havermouth’s Triquetra, and Emissary of the Goddess,” Aislen did not sit, pushing back the central chair opposite to him and planting her fingertips onto the tabletop, mirroring his pose. “I am also, with my mates, leader of the Les Guerriers Sanctifies in Havermouth.”

Tony’s eyes widened as he stared at Vanadine, a frown folding his eyebrows down. “What is for?” Tony asked. Vanadine felt a little surge of victory at the question as Tony had not said no or said it was impossible. The dealer had access to explosives or knew someone who did. “Need to remove an old oak tree root in my garden,” Vanadine said. Tony stared at Vanadine who stared directly back as a battle of wills took place between them. Yet Vanadine had dealt with beings far more dangerous and deadly than this one. Elves with power beyond the imagination of someone like Tony and the hybrid remained calm, breathing slow and steady.

Which happened to be jeans and Ghost’s t-shirt. “How is it fair, my Duchess, that you look this good when you’ve just rolled out of bed?” I could see the tent in his pants even through the duvet still around his waist. “Could say the same thing to you,” I smirked. “Right! Get up, shit to do. Runs to plan. If the Henchmen are going to back me up, I’ll need you and Rogue in Ragnarök in a couple hours.” “Oooh, I’m honoured that I get to be in a Valkyrie meet,” he winked.