Vicious Six Novels & Stories

"Does this fool know that I have no limit to finances?" He turned his head and stared at Damont who felt a cold hand squeeze his heart. He trembled slightly and couldn't stare him down so he lowered his eyes. Frost made a 70 million bid and Damont again raised it to 80 million. He was determined to gift Vinca the vase she had desired to get. His small mind was overworking. Vinca had lost her memory so she didn't remember him. Moreover, the kidnapping incident involving him and what followed after was completely wiped off her memory.

* 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

That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it. Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.

That day Max died and Maxton Corvin was born. And the ashes of that hope was resurrected into something different, dangerous and evil. Revenge, the once innocent boy turned into a vengeance filled young man, he wanted to destroy everyone who had hurt him. His father, the people who mistreated him in his childhood, the mother who abandoned him and lastly, His big brother, Ace.

Ryan looked at him. “The seven names are accurate,” Victor said. “All seven. I have nothing left to give you and nothing left to offer. I know that.” He paused. “I just want you to know that the six years were real. Not the last three. But the six years before that.” He held Ryan’s gaze. “That was real.” Ryan looked at him for a long moment. “I know,” Ryan said quietly. “That’s what made the last three years what they were.” Victor held his gaze for one more second then he nodded once, a small and final movement, and looked away.

Genevieve cheered her on. "Number five, is to destroy every girl that gets romantically involved with him. We would make them so miserable, they would have no choice but to run!" Nichole drank more wine, and fell weakly on the floor. "That's a great idea Nichole, and number six is to take away his happiness. And last, bring him down to his knees, and make him beg for mercy." It did not take long for Ashley to resume crying. "Six years of my life making sense in a way I never thought it would." She added with a smirk "He used, abused and dumped me"

“I said nothing I poured all my hate for him for taking my precious child into my attack. With a fierce battle cry, Victor launched himself at me, his claws flashing in the sunlight like deadly daggers. I dodged and weaved, avoiding his attacks by mere inches. But Victor was relentless, driven by a hunger for power and a thirst for revenge. He unleashed a maelstrom of attacks, each one more ferocious than the last. I had my own ferocious attacks well planned and well driven, many hit their mark as he howled in pain, He knew to avoid my fangs.

Her short nails clawing his wrist like a vicious tigress. "She is a wild cat. Help me, fucker." The shorter one snarled near her ear. Tears cascading down as if someone had switch on the button of her misery. The fat one came down hastily and attempted to grab her lower limbs when she kicked his jaw and the man stumbled back few steps and land straight on his butt.

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.

Many men from the Blood Moon pack died because of him, and I would not think a second to kill him. "I am going to drag you all to hell with me!" Alpha Dimian shouted while he was in pain. I looked at Nicolas, although he hates his father I could see that he still cares for him. His eyes were so gloomy at this moment, he knew that his father was going to die right now. He looked down to avoid seeing him, when she shifted his gaze at me, our eyes met. I nodded my head at him and smiled, trying to assure him that everything is going to be fine. He can still go in the Blood Moon pack like he used to do and I am sure that the pack will accept him wholeheartedly. "Die!" Mr. Calixto gave his last b