Venti Barbatos Novels & Stories

Brand had forgotten what it felt like – the all-consuming need for the blood of his enemies to be spilled on the ground at his feet. Brand shook his head another scream was silenced as he ripped out another throat. The blood dripped from his long snout as he took a breath and looked around him. Leather-clad warriors lay around him, some with eyes open staring at the sky as if looking for the Valkyries coming to take them to Valhalla. Brand snorted. Good luck. He couldn't believe the gods would want any of these followers of a deranged leader in their feasting halls.

“Now, you sold out our intel to the Gambinos, am I right?” “What?” The man seemed to be in disbelief. No I—“ Lazaro slammed his fist into the man’s face again, cutting the words from his mouth, and blood splattered out of his nostrils as he staggered backwards. “Two chances left,” Lazaro muttered in a stabbing cold, emotionless voice. “How did you get the intel for those goods?” “Listen I—“ Another vicious slam in the face, and the man’s head rolled backwards. I swallowed hard, shivering to my bones. And I felt Jaxon come up close to me then.

“Why so formal? Come on. Please call me Viktor. From one boss to the other.” Nero tilted his head, an amused expression on his face. “I presume you realised that two seconds ago, after you addressed me formally too?” Viktor grinned sheepishly. “My mistake.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, his icy stare unblinking. “The crux of the matter is that you’re losing control, Nero. Your enemies are circling. The whispers in Naples, Madrid, even New York, say the great Nero De Santis has cracks in his empire. In his home. Maybe it’s time you let the Bratva take a little…” His lips curved, cruel. “…ownership. Take some of the burden off your hands.”

"Surrender, Valerius. The Order controls the sky." Valerius laughed. It was a terrifying, hollow sound. "You control the sky?" Valerius stepped forward, his body beginning to dissolve into a swarm of thousands of bats. "I am the night." He exploded into a cloud of darkness, engulfing Julian. The bats weren't just biting; they were sonic weapons. Julian screamed as his metal armor began to vibrate and crack under the assault. Caleb vaulted back onto the balcony, landing beside Scarlett. He was covered in black oil and blue blood, breathing hard.

he shouts and I turn to face him and I once place my palm against my mouth in shock. He's holding a car key and instead of picking it, I look around in anxiety and when I see it, I run towards it. It's a car.. a V8 to be precise and it's standing all alone at the middle of the parking lot. It has ribbons all over and I loudly read the words scribbled on an inflated baloon. “Happiest birthday My love!” it reads. I'm caressing the brand new red machine like a baby longing for the moment I'll drive it for the first time.

i took few sips from cap and the hot strong liquor burn through my throat and I force to clear my throat "woman are normally weak when it come to win " I heard a very familiar voice behind and smile knowing it was .I slowly turn around and they stood Victor Adams dressed in his always gentle man Italian coats and his long white hair was packed in 2 messy bound giving him a unique appearance like a girl . "hi " I mumbled and he chuckled and took a seat beside me . " one bottle and please give the lady something much more lighter next time "he said to the bartender would smile .he liked deep into the bartender eyes

They all entered the whole in the ceiling and started crawling till they got to the roof then immediately, Mr Lee flew from the roof and pressed a button on his belt. A rope with hook came out and hooked the roof till he got down. "What the ...Does he think he's Batman or something?" Jade said. "That's for professionals. You by the way, have to hook the roof before jumping. I'll help you with it" he tried to touch her belt but Jade tapped his hands away. "What am I? 10?" Jade asked. "Well, you are just a few years from it" he concentrated on connecting his own and was done in less than ten seconds.

screeched the guitarist, slapping the instrument with a ferocity she recognised with a shudder. “Sorry,” she whispered again before scuttling off to refill empty glasses as the guitarist wailed another doleful tune. One of the patrons leaned forward and vigorously scratched his ass, before grabbing a handful of nuts. His shirt remains raised, the silver oval on his lower back clear to see. Now I know what this bar is. A place for those with silver brands. The outcasts Elder Brent had deemed unfit for work, for love and happiness. I’m with my own kind in here and it’s not fit for an animal.

His Stormy eyes were filled with fire, hatred, resentment, guilt, and last but not the least bitterness. And if I have to Combine all those feelings in one word than it would be, Jealousy. Carlos Vincent was jealous. He was that jealous of that made up character that he could easily burn this room down with just the look in his eye. Damn Celine! You are in trouble. Xx__xX

Inojin Senshi, captain of the Kansa Mortals, was not the kind of man who made it easy for people to like him. His teammates called him Barney, though never to his face unless they were on good terms. His personality was a strange mix,mean and strict on the surface, but deeply loyal to those he trusted, with a sarcastic streak that sometimes felt like affection and sometimes felt like a knife.