Vicious Six Novels & Stories

Across from Frederick, the black-clad man's smile slowly faded, his expression growing cold. "Nice strategy! It seems our plans have been exposed," he said, his tone darkening. "What's your rank in Organization V?" Frederick asked, his face impassive. "I’m the one in charge of Aston State. My code name is Six," Six replied. "It troubles me that you’re making such a fuss!" Frederick smiled faintly. "If you're scared, then surrender. Tell me everything you know if you want to live, and I’ll guarantee you'll live a few more years!"

the Sixth They met midair, light and shadow clashing with the sound of collapsing stars. The Sixth screamed, “They’ll leave you one day. They’ll die!” Ava roared back, “Then I’ll grieve them with love in my heart!” “They’ll betray you—” “They already chose me!” The Sixth’s power began to fracture. Violet light cracked into black smoke. “You can’t hold all of them,” she snarled. “I don’t hold them,” Ava said, hovering above her. “They hold me.” And with a burst of soul-light, Ava slammed her palm against the Sixth’s chest—

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.

* The bass from the club pulsed through my bones as I nursed my whiskey. My last night of freedom deserved better than this dive bar on the outskirts of Rome, but anonymity had become a habit I couldn’t shake. This was how I created a cover for my personality as Six. The dark had become one with me. I would retreat into its warm embrace and observe my victims. “This seat taken?” I looked up, straight into eyes that gleamed amber under the neon lights. She was stunning – dangerous kind of stunning that set off every alarm in my head. Dark hair fell in waves past her shoulders, and her dress left just enough to imagination to make a man’s mind wander to dangerous places. A deep plunging neckli

Before he snapped Luke’s neck, a toothpick pierced into his middle finger and he intentionally dropped Luke. Luke and Ghen drew out their daggers and tried to attack vampire 6 simultaneously. Vampire 6 lifted both of them on his shoulders and began to crash into walls. “Argh!!” Ghen and Luke exclaimed as they both used the opportunity to stab the abdomens of the ravaging beast. Before Vampire 6 got to the third room, he fell down and died of pain and exhaustion. Ghen and Luke also fell down on the ground trying to catch the it breath.

They’re not worthy of being humans after abandoning me. Jens sighed sorrowfully. “I think all of Six’s sufferings happened because of her unreliable parents. She despises her father. I think she went back this time around to take revenge on her father. For a girl who experienced so much darkness like she did, do you think she’ll even flinch at the Banners’ slight abuse?” After reading the diary, Baby Robbie’s heart had not felt a moment of peace. He knew better than anyone else that if Sis Six was abused in such a manner in the military intelligence division, did that not also mean the other sisters had received the same kind of abuse?

“There were six of them. That was the last straw. So I ran. I was okay with ending it like that. But then you came and saved me.” The Alpha wants to know the names of these so-called six. He plans to kill them slowly. But that’s for another time. “You think I’m like him,” Victor asks softly. “That’s fair. I’m not a good man, but I don’t see the merit in hurting anyone like that.”

He didn't look at the White Wolf; he looked at Elara. "Don't... let him... win the head-game," Zane rasped, his voice a gravelly rumble of agony. "The boy is still... in there. The red is just... the Master-Code's paint." But the emotional damage was done. The Feral Six—now the Primal Six—were fractured. The Twins, Jax and Cole, paced the edge of the clearing, their silver fur bristling. They had been the ones to carry the vial through. They felt the weight of the betrayal in their very marrow.

“is the part of the story that becomes dangerous.” Aurora felt a cold ripple of unease move through her chest. For the first time that night, she felt something close to fear. “Dangerous how?” Victor Kane answered calmly. “Dangerous enough that six men like us decided you needed protection.” Aurora looked around the room again. Six powerful figures. Six calm expressions. Six people who seemed absolutely certain of what they were saying. Aurora swallowed slowly. “So let me understand this.” Lucien nodded. “Go ahead.”