Vicious L. J. Shen Novels & Stories

“He’s your brother. You will listen to me. I own you.” Vincenzo ignored him. He grabbed Alan by the throat, slammed him violently onto the snooker table; balls scattered; the entire frame cracked and shattered into pieces. Lord Lucifer reached for his phone, trying to call Doctor Wicked. No signal. His face twisted in fury. Lord Lucifer snatched a jagged shard of broken glass from the floor and drove it into Vincenzo’s side. Vincenzo groaned….. Glaring at his father, he yanked the shard out with a wet sound, and plunged it straight into Lord Lucifer’s chest.

Lucas counter-questioned. "You… you!!!" As one of the Holy Defenders of the Fire Praying Tribe, no one had ever dared comment about her ugliness. This made her so infuriated that she began stuttering. "I want you dead!" The vixen screeched and shouted in Lucas’ direction. The vixen's hands were claw shaped and enveloped with a powerful aura; it was just like the Skeleton Claw of Nine Yin from martial art novels. Lucas shook his head. 'Weaklings will always be weaklings. They will never know how high the sky is, or how vast the land is.'

The Villain I pad down the stairs, impressed with the fact that I got ready for school with only three-quarter of my brain still dead to the world. I yawn obnoxiously as I enter the kitchen but that yawn quickly turns into unladylike hacking as gusts of smoke enter my mouth. I bat the fumes away and rush for the window above the sink, shoving a body away to get to it. Once a significant amount of smoke had cleared the room I turned to Gia, who was sitting around the tiny round table, a cigarette in her hand. There were already three lit cigarette buds in the ashtray, I glower at her.

"Yes. Victor is the very definition of greed. He wants to be immortal and will do everything for that to happen. Although, he hasn't found a way to transfer or copy his mutation yet. But it's only a matter of time." Lesley took one deep breath as she hugged herself. She thought Shane was her biggest problem here at MNA. She couldn’t believe there was someone like Victor. How can a person be so heartless and evil? People who do not know how to be merciful are difficult opponents. These people do not hesitate to erase one's existence. "Now, I told you these things to make you understand where I'm coming from and why I need your help," he said, looking at her intently.

His face was pale, his clothes wrinkled, and fear was evident in his wide eyes. They forced him onto his knees in the center of the room before stepping aside, while Diago took his place beside me. The VIP room fell into an eerie silence. The man looked up nervously. "Mr. King, I..." Before he could finish, I stood up and stubbed my cigarette out in the ashtray on the table in front of me. My polished shoes clicked against the marble floor as I slowly approached him. Then without warning I punched him hard. A painful cry escaped his lips as my fist collided with his face. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he nearly collapsed to the floor.

My vision was a bit pitiful, but the scents that came off of them gave me a better idea of who exactly had decided to jump me. Tyler was the first scent that hit me, which instantly made me growl. I smelled a mixture of jaguar and lion after that. More jaguar than lion. They began to close in on me, causing me to jump back. I kept blinking 'til my vision was clearer, though it was doing nothing for the headache that was starting to grow. I examined the clear figures in front of me and noticed that not a single one was unarmed. Bats, pipes, and crowbars were gripped tightly as I stood and got into a fighting position. I ignored the three lions, one of which being Nico's Beta, and the one unkn

She was shaking uncontrollably but didn't back away or shove him away. "You're trembling," Kevin whispered. The tone of his voice grew intimidating yet concern was visible. He didn't even blink for a split second. His attention was drawn to her face rather than her body. Her eyes, those stunning hazel eyes, had lost their radiance. She appeared weak and pallid as if she might collapse at any moment if he touched her. Kevin tenderly held the back of her neck as his warm fingertips moved over her exposed skin."You've brought this on yourself," Shivers covered her skin the moment his fingers started caressing her skin gently. "You chose the pain."

He whispered in her ear and she was disgusted to her core. She struggled to get away but he was too strong. Until she doubted if he was a real human or really an animal. Then suddenly after 5 minutes of abuse he pushed her to ground so hard that her head hit the bedside table and she lost her consciousness. Without noticing her for a second he moved away to the door until he stopped in his tracks. He looked back to see. She was not moving. She was still like she was dead. His mind blew and he almost ran. As he reached her, he turned her over on her back as she was laid on the ground lifeless on her front. There was so much blood on the floor that it even flowed beneath the bed. Her head was

His deep black eyes made it hard for them to guess what he was feeling. ‘Temperamental’ was how people described Shen City's local tyrant. Few people in Shen City could guess what Yi Jinli was thinking. "She… She's Meiyu's murderer, Jinli! Isn't that enough to make us angry?" Lyu Zhixue suddenly shouted, her voice full of resentment. "She’s the one who killed Meiyu! How… How can you date her? Meiyu won't rest in peace if you do!" When the second half of the sentence came out of Lyu Zhixue's mouth, Hao Qirong and Hao Yimeng's faces immediately paled. They tried to stop Lyu Zhixue, but it was already too late. Lyu Zhixue had finished speaking.

They moved like twin stars colliding. The first Nightshade assassin dropped like a shadow from above, cloak billowing, blade gleaming. Elara’s palm ignited with the Flame of Virelith, fire arcing toward him before his steel could taste air. He screamed, brief, high, and terrible, and crumpled in cinders. A second melted from the wall, limbs bending unnaturally. Lucien struck like a viper, steel sinking into the assassin’s throat, his blade already withdrawing before the body hit stone.