Venti Barbatos Novels & Stories

I will work nonstop to bring Valentino and who ever the fuck helped him in this attack to their knees before the women they turned me into They will scream out the name Qiabla as they beg for mercy while I cut, burn and maim their Besh until their hearts stop beating "FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE LOST SOME ONE FROM YOUR ANTORAGE PLEASE NOTE THAT WE WILL BE HELPING IN THEIR COST OF BARRIEL" IR'S the least I can do for the loved ones of the men lost here today. "AS FOR THE MEN WHO BELONG TO NEITHER OF OUR GROUPS, THEY WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF AND DESPOSED OF PROPERLY" Vic finishes then hand me a glass of water while leading me to a chair. "You did so fucking good doll I'm so proud of you, but you do

… At the same time, in a luxurious study designed with Baroque influences, Stanley Batton was seated in front of his computer while he concentrated fully on playing League of Legends. He was wearing a black silk robe with a deep V-neck collar. As such, his muscular chest was vaguely visible and made him appear unusually attractive. The contrasting dark color made his skin appear even fairer. During the intense battle in the game, Stanley was using Aatrox on the top lane and continued to fight against Sion in a one-to-one battle. Knock, knock, knock— After the sound of the door being knocked on was heard, Zack Cassidy carefully opened it and stepped inside the room.

Her left sleeve was torn, the collarbone beneath raw and bleeding where he had pressed a cigarette ember shaped like a butterfly—his signature. “Mariposas negras (Black butterflies). para mi mariposa infiel (for my unfaithful butterfly),” Esteban’s voice crooned from the shadows. His men had pinned her down as he heated his custom brass lighter—a moth-wing design—and seared her skin. Now, the damn things fluttered everywhere, their wings dusted with a neurotoxin that made the air taste like burnt almonds.

The reasons would be intriguing, she thought. Running a hand through the front of her black mini-length skirt, smoothing out wrinkles, she strolled back to carry on with her shift. In her own world, worn out by the day, she failed to notice commotion near the bar until she was standing on the nose of it. Its significance mounted when the bouncer, Tembroke, a big burly dude with arms that appeared stuffed full of animal meat swiped everyone aside until he was on the other side of the bar. His swiping and crowd cleaning gave Vanessa a clear picture of what had transpired.

Valentino, who had expected to meet David's two best friends, turned his head flatly. "Yes?" Valentino's casual remarks made Bara even more annoyed and then he threw his fist at Valentino.

Silas Marwood, the vile loan shark, was planning something unspeakable. Victor, the captain of the Supreme Vikings Confraternity, stood defiant despite the blood pooling around his fallen men. His red beret, adorned with the gold-plated “Eight Legs of Odin,” tilted slightly as he barked, “I’m the seventh captain of the Supreme Vikings, co-founded by Baron Cassian! Lay a hand on me, and your entire family, your generation, everything you hold dear will be obliterated!” His voice quivered, betraying his fear, though he masked it with indignation. The name Baron Cassian, a titan whose mere mention made men kneel, had always been his shield. It worked every time—until now.

It's going straight to the Xanthos family—a little welcome present from us! In a flurry of motion, more than 50 of Vicenzo's goons, each gripping a shiny alloy dagger, sprang onto the deck, ready to pounce on Afred and his crew. Just then… "Vicenzo, Mister Batson." A young man's voice cut through the harsh sea breeze, crystal clear and unexpected. "I hear you're quite the social butterfly, Vicenzo. I'm curious—will your so-called friends be there to save you today?"

I watched, mesmerised by the darkness he wielded, as murmurs and shocked expressions rippled through the crowd, some turning to glare at the bartender, who suddenly seemed small and guilty under their scrutiny. "And him," Astaroth continued, pointing to a male with his arm casually draped around a female vampire, "He likes to spike women's drinks, so he can feed and fuck without them knowing." Gasps and disgusted murmurs filled the bar as all eyes turned to the accused, whose face drained of colour, the vampire beside him recoiling in horror and disgust.

I also used [Identify] on all of them. The 1st Man was actually the One Snakes Bandit their 'Snake Head Norton, 2nd Was One Snakes Number 3 'Venomous spit Pungi', 3rd man was One Snakes Vice leader 'Rattlesnake Loise', and the most surprising amongst all of them was the 4th man, Baron Larson Medika a noble of the Hallerus Kingdom and retainer of Duke Merrica Murr. "(Hmmmm...i smells conspiracy in here..….anyway…T.A.S which one is the slave's contract holder?..)".

A sudden memory came to him about earlier as to how Max made him like a punching bag. "This won't do. Before I can kill him, he will kill me first." He whispered. "Keeek!" He screamed in surprise when suddenly a small round bat with one-eyed appeared in front of him. "Sir," It called him. Jubatus immediately covered his mouth to not let out his scream. Then he looked at Max. Max was still busy looking for someone. Fortunately, his scream was buried with the sound of the harpies and minotaurs fighting with the Shadow Moon fighters. He took the small round one-eyed bat and hid together with him.