Vicious Lj Shen Novels & Stories

Scott took a breath, trying to calm himself. “I am the Lurvine, a family of supernatural guardians. I summon to fulfill my pact.” He waited. But nothing happened. “I am the Lurvine, a family of supernatural guardians. I summon to fulfill my pact.” He repeated it and waited again. But after a while, still nothing happened. Had he failed? “Ahh…” The wound on his hand stung. It seemed he had cut too deep. Scott held his injured hand, stared at it, and sighed. It was all in vain.

You could see how that murderous gaze was staring at Leah. Lorensius walked over and grabbed Leah's cheek hard. He didn't care about Anya trying to pull his hand away. "Because of you, Jasmine is ruined. Because of you, Jasmine can't live a quiet life, and because of you, Jasmine is angry with me. Why didn't you warm up that man's bed if you liked his game? Why did you report all of Jasmine's activities to that man?" Shouted Lorensius, who pressed hard on Jasmine's cheek.

Her amber eyes still held a lingering, dangerous spark like embers waiting for the slightest breath of wind to ignite a firestorm. "You changed the landscape of the entire region today," Liam said. His deep voice rumbled through the stone room, thick and resonant, carrying the distinct winter frost scent of his Lycan heritage that always sharpened when his instincts were on high alert. He walked toward her, his heavy armored boots echoing rhythmically against the stone floor. "The High Council is paralyzed. Saed is a ghost in his own empty halls, stripped of his titles and his dignity. But we both know the real war didn't end in that amphitheater."

"And what will you use Liona as later?" Victor smiles, a deep and thoughtful smile. “Liona is my shield. Best shield ever. The greatest tool of revenge. " Victor's voice sounded steady, echoing in the living room of the apartment that.

*Starblood Pack — Dungeon, Midnight* The dungeons beneath Starblood were nothing grand. Lesley sat shackled against the wall, her wrists bound by silver chains that bit into her skin, the raw marks a constant reminder of her fall. Once, she had walked through packs with her chin high, chosen one, Mate to the supreme Alpha. Now, she was reduced to shadows, waiting for scraps, her name whispered like a curse. Her eyes gleamed in the dim torchlight, feral with bitterness.