Venti's Original Form Novels & Stories

said Alevos, “rather poetic. Let’s give the Ventrii a more aggressive, Drogar edge, shall we? How about Ventrohii? Perhaps Ventrathii?” The tone he made when pronouncing the words did give the word more sharpness. The others chewed on it and played with the tones, but none were completely sold on it. “How about,” said Severas, “Ra’ventrii?” “Oh brilliant!” said Alevos. “That plays incredibly well with the harmonics.” Eva nodded in approval. “That sounds good to me as well,” she said. All the others gave their approval easily as Alevos continued to hum the word and played with the edges of its notes.

Now, it was up to Damien to decide the next step. After a moment of contemplation, Damien spoke up, "In that case, why don't we host a live competition? With live streaming being so popular on all major platforms, we'll use it todetermine the winner through sales. But there's a rule: neither team can have staff or relatives buy the products. If it happens, all data will be reset... and the same goes for intentionally boosting the other team." Damien was always fair, believing in meritocracy. He never overlooked talent or gave up on it.

Calvin certainly warranted it. How dare this bitch come into my domain and declare war! She would be another exception. I have never consumed a Vessel, but I wanted, and needed, to consume her. I released a high-pitched whistle, calling my children to me. Seven of them showed up. Four of them were in their first form with their wings out. Our wings were just like serrated blades – dangerous, lethal, and the perfect weapons. The remaining three of them were in their second form, essentially making them tanks. They were far more durable in this form but did not have the same agility as the first form.

Mama narrowed her eyes as she hit lightly on my back with the rolling pin, "At least respect your mother and don't curse in front of me." I huffed, I barely cursed but some people tended to grate on my nerves. Rolling my eyes, I let myself out of the bed, "Whoever this god is, we will make him eat his words. He is so gonna regret it." "Just don't go near him," Mama sighed as she watched me brush my teeth, "He is a Victor." My eyebrows scrunched as I met her eyes through the mirror, "The Victors?" She nodded. "Why would Victors come to our restaurant?" My voice was muffled as I looked back at her, "They're rich and super snobby. They don't eat in local eatella."