Vicious Book Series Novels & Stories

Many people assumed that she will end up with him and kept on commenting that writer always do this and that. I would only prefer you to remember I don't do injustice with my characters. Rose will suffer but if Harry went overboard with his cruelty he will regret as well. There is always a limit to everything. But if he did something which is not acceptable for even revenge then he will indeed face the consequences as well. Moreover, there is a tag and also mentioned in the disclaimer about 'Violence and Cruel' for a reason. This story is heavily dark. And there is violence and a lot of cruelty from the Male lead side. And if you can't handle go read the tags and also the warnings before con

FIND OUT IN THE BOOK 2" THE END?... TO BE CONTINUED! ___&&____ Insights from Book 2 Title: Tinted to the Sniper's Dons Daisy Vipers, the offspring of Lilith and Thierry Vipers, is a 22-year-old businesswoman in the city and a secret assassin known and feared in mob society. She has everything a good life could offer, but she lacks true love.

“This is an ancient word, translated over centuries but roughly means…war.” War?! Of everything in the world, it had to be the one thing she hated. Violence can never and will never be a part of her life or her child’s life. The instructor observed the cold, intensity behind her blue eyes and tried putting her mind at rest. “See…your markings extend further which says a lot more than we know.” “Where did you find these books?” Elira attempted to change the topic. The man took a seat on the edge of the table, and gently brushed his fingers on their thick covers, staring at them like the most precious thing in the world.

Pain explodes in my skull, radiating across my head and eyes. Damn, I could be seeing stars. I shake my head barely in time to see him swing a punch at me. Staggering to the side, the metallic tang of blood coats my teeth and tongue. Fuck. Just fuck. Another punch—this time my blurry vision is clearing, but his hit lands, the force plummeting me to the ground. My heart lurches to my throat, beating fast. Fuck. This is gonna be bloody. "I just want to talk," he speaks for the first time, walking towards me slowly, like a predator stalking its prey.

“You seem to know an awful lot about me and all of my information on you is incorrect. I don’t play when I’m at a disadvantage. You can keep her, for now. Caleb isn’t going to give her up. He’s just doing what he has to in order to get the toys he wants to play with.” Devere pushed past me and stood in the doorway. “I could’ve saved you. Anders is so simple. He thought making Caleb agree to not maim, kill, or render you infertile would save you. There are tortures you couldn’t even begin to imagine in store for you, Vasilia. I can’t wait to see you bound on his table.” With that, Devere left, slamming the door behind him. The disgusting scent of vampire hung in the air. One day, I would dest

It certainly belonged more in a laboratory notebook, given the mention of trials. I had the feeling that whoever wrote this into the book was very emotionally invested in both The Vicious and the cure. What could that mean? I contemplated this, closing my eyes and putting everything I knew together again. The Vicious were humans without any trace of vampire in their bloodline, and therefore failed turnings that resulted in mindless monsters. The Cult of Ares wanted to use them as weapons, given what I'd overheard from Misty and Remus. Finally, there was a vampire here really invested in The Vicious, but for opposite reasons of this Cult.

I cried and begged for my grandmother or Gwendoline, only to discover they’d returned to the kitchen to help my grandfather when the battle renewed. Splinters of furniture flew above my head as Charles and Luthias growled, snarled, punched, and wrestled. Sometimes they twisted and moved so quickly they were nothing but a blur and other times they moved almost in slow motion. I was just beginning to wonder if Luthias would manage to be the victor when I saw his powerful fist drive deep into Charles’s chest. He pulled my sadistic vampire husband’s heart from his chest, just as he had in my dream. Almost simultaneously, the commotion of the battle stopped... as did my heart.

*The vampire* He has done it again. God dammit he has fucking done it again. I slam my fist down on the desk. It is going so well with my girl, progressing slowly and I am not letting that little twink ruin it for me. It is all spinning out of control. I am a patient man, but I have to admit that Casper is running out the line and his sadistic tendencies can end up being a bomb under my existence. I breathe in deeply then let it leak back out slowly.

Something was happening or going to happen but he couldn't place what it was. He is cruel, ruthless, unforgiving, relentless and coldhearted. He runs everything with an iron fist and doesn't tolerate disobedience or failure. He is Dominic Issac King and The King of the Vampires. She was alone, running for her life, Hiding whenever and where ever she can. She had people of all sorts chasing her for different reasons and she didn't even know what all those reasons were. She knew some were because of what she was but she didn't know what she did wrong for everyone else to want her dead. She had a few close calls, having to pull out a number of silver bullets from different parts of her body luc

- collectors of debts, takers of lives. Their presence strikes fear into the hearts of even the most hardened men. Each one a force to be reckoned with, ruthless and merciless. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Their rule is absolute, their mercy nonexistent and I'm in love with one of them. Viktor Ivanov, the Strategist. Alexei Sokolov, the Ghost, is the most quiet and reserved member but he's as deadly as a viper. Mikhail Volkov, the Butcher or the Volk and then we have Nikolai Rostov, the Punisher.