Venti Barbatos Novels & Stories

Before Dominic could step forward, a massive, black-iron battle axe swung through the fog, smashing into the stone pillar right above Regnar's head with a shower of deadly sparks. Out from the mist strode the leader of the heavy division a monstrous, scarred bear Beastkin named Vane. He stood over seven feet tall, his massive torso covered in thick leather armor and heavy iron plates. His dark, wild eyes locked onto Dominic, a malicious, guttural laugh escaping his throat.

His power is too strong that even gigantic beasts don't stand a chance against him. Suddenly a bat flew towards me, but this bat was almost the size of a human and had red eyes. It moved fast and I knew that Sushi couldn't catch up to that so I quickly took the small sword that Stefano gave me and I moved quickly as I met it and created a sharp noise when I cut the bat that immediately dropped on the ground.

Since that made more sense, it was like that, from the moment he saw them, it was so pleasurable and cruel, with all its greed and demands. He satisfied them, he took them, they fulfilled their desires, each of them never lacked anything. Poor human. Every human there was lost. Even though at that time, before being overcome by primary instincts, they thought that they had not overcome this nonsense, but it was already too late, when the thought that they did not deserve any of this. It disappeared. No human that met on Barbatos deserved it, but especially the woman called Mokona. Fuck it all and screw the rest.

Just groaned, real low, like a dying animal. “Shut up,” I growled, and slammed the bat again into his ribs. There was a heavy thud behind me, boots on concrete. Vincenzo. Dante was already there, leaning against the wall like he was watching a pay-per-view. I didn’t stop. The bat came down again and again. And again. Until my arms burned and the Lombardi fuck on the floor stopped twitching. “Jesus, Adriano,” Dante muttered, “What the fuck are you doing?”

She is really strange. ✍️Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... Bursted...Is Vendetta using scope now? Like, comments and comments to read next episode

your physical body dies. All this while his powers flow to the galaxy earth of Tasmond 's empire to feed him, in which Barbatos was making the Anemo Archon of the Seven Emperors of the Forgotten Sectors, in which despite losing his original physical form, Andrius ' spirit remains. alive and his powers are still strong enough that he can manifest a body of ice and wind.

He walked slowly toward the main part of the house, listening for any sound of movement. When he stepped into the open living area, he froze. The boss was at the bar. Shirtless. Seated on a tall stool with one leg crossed over the other, holding a small glass of what was unmistakably alcohol in his hand. Aiden's eyes trailed over him before he could stop himself. Tattoos lined Vito's chest, his arms, his shoulders. Some looked like words, others were symbols, designs that probably meant something he'd never understand. His muscles were defined, his skin tan like he spent time in the sun despite looking like the kind of person who never left the dark.

, he said cheerfully. He hopped towards us and that was when I saw his full figure. He was a short man with a plump figure. His skin was evenly tanned and he only had a loincloth firmly tied around his waist as he approached us. I could not imagine why Vincenzo, or anyone at all, would dislike such a man. I had not even met him yet but his countenance excited me. “And Roberta, my Luna”, he said, bowing as he reached us.

The music was just a gentle tone that rings in the air but I'm pretty sure by night time, this place will be pumping with hardcore music. I glanced around while Jackson and the other guys stood behind me, also staring around aimlessly but cautiously. "There's Angelo, the manager. Hey Angelo!" Jackson quickly whispers in my ear and then hollered across the room where a small light skinned man with raven black hair was standing and leaning towards the bar top. He turned his head in our direction and then said something to the bartender before making his way towards us. I tilted my head to the side while assessing him from head to toe.

Victor teased. "Go out into space if you have to." "Wow! Are you tired of seeing me?" teased Victor again. "Yes, I'm sick of it. I want to throw up." Dante replied while acting like he was about to throw up. "Oh yeah? Want me to get you a barf barrel?" Victor continued to tease him. "Wow!" "Haha... is there pa? Want to vent? like usual?" urged Victor while shifting his sitting position, now sitting right in front of Dante.