Vicious Book 3 Novels & Stories

Can this day get any worse? Taking deep breaths, Emma fixed her dress, wiped those tears, and took deeper breaths to calm herself. She walked out of the restroom and into the hallway bare feet not having enough courage to go into his room to grab her heels. Some of his friends were still there in the corridor, their whispers deepening seeing her. They felt pity for the girl because they knew she had messed with the devil. He was dangerous once provoked. They knew Kevin and the extreme lengths he could go to avenge this insult. He's unforgiving.

I had failed her and our daughter, putting them in a situation I'd been trying to protect them from. "Keep reading," Emily said. Refocusing my attention back on the book, my eyes scrolled across the words "Power of Three," and I immediately threw the book across the room, knocking over a lamp. We were screwed. The coven of evil witches was dead. If this was karma; it had a sick and twisted sense of humor, and I was not a fan. I felt like I had no control like everything was slipping through my fingers.

Every day he came after kidnapping her, he came to make fun of her and then leave her screaming in pain by leaving dying water leeches and rats to suck on her blood and bite her to fill themselves up before dying. That's why, around her, were lying the bodies which were stinking too bad. She was strong enough to survive a week but now, she knew she was going to die. But he wasn't letting her die so quickly. He was providing for her at the same time. She knew it was foolish to go against Nathaniel but the fire of revenge burned her sanity, too. “The day you tried to harm my wife, you became my enemy. You knew I was crazy about her, right?” he muttered, inching closer. He stepped upon a rat's

SAPPHIRE POV I storm into Lucinda's room, furious and bright, "Mother, you won't believe, Vixen's alive, it's not right!" Lucinda's eyes widen in shock and dismay, "Impossible," she says, but I nod, rage boiling away. "Darrick's obsessed with bringing her back," I snarl and spit, Lucinda's face hardens, "Unacceptable," she says, her anger to fit. I pace around the room, my mind racing with fear,

He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs. “That woman,” he said coldly, “she wants to see us kill each other. That’s the only thing that excites her anymore. She craves chaos—blood, suffering, death… Call it whatever you want. It’s what feeds her.” He ran his fingers gently over the bruises near his collarbone, wincing slightly, then smirked without mirth. “I’m used to it.” “You can stop her,” the butler whispered, almost pleading. “You’re not like them.”

She gasped, flinching as my fingers squeezed her skin a little too hard. "Does it make you happy?" I spat coldly, stepping up so close her back hit the door. "Watching your family try to finish what they started ten years ago?" "Tristan, let go," Iris pleaded, wincing as she tried to pull her hand out of my hold. "You're hurting me." "Answer me!" I snapped, towering over her as my eyes darkened. "What else is your pathetic family planning? Did Ethan tell you to keep me busy while his men poisoned my drink?"

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

But the moment it touched my skin, it evaporated like smoke in the wind. “Still won’t take it,” he murmured, shaken. “It’s like your magic’s being… redirected.” “Into what?” Azric growled. But no one had an answer. ***************************************** Later, when the chaos settled and Nyra’s blood was wiped from the floor, she summoned us to my quarters. The old book—that book—was open on the floor before her, pages scattered like bones. But one page near the end was… different. Blackened. Burned.

The next thing I know, I´m falling into the vortex, my hands outstretched. I hear Liam´s scream. “NOOOOOOO!” I witness him falling into the vortex with me. Afterwards, everything descends into darkness. > END OF BOOK 2 <

She stare coldly at her sister corpse before setting the room on flames. . . . Meanwhile Taika who was supposed dead was alive and well even drinking coffee in another dimension in space. " Congratulation host... You have completed your last lesson on becoming a villainess_ Now have some rest for our real class started". ****** Villainess vengeance is about to begin.