Vicious Six Novels & Stories

"I knew she would freak out," Death says from behind me in an I-Told-You-So sort of tone "Freak out? You just pulled me through a flipping mirror!" I scream at him, as I cross my arms tightly over my chest "I don't have short-term memory loss, I know what I did," he says snottily, crossing his arms back at me "Why I outta," I lift my fist taking a step towards him "Alright, violence will do nothing," a woman stops us, she had brown wavy hair cascading down her body to her elbows and a golden flower crown on his head with brown eyes, but boy, she was glowing and so beautiful, definitely a Goddess.

"You... you're resisting me?" "I’ve lived in the dirt for six years, Victor. I’ve been beaten by better men than you." I stepped toward him, my voice trembling with a mix of fury and fear. "Your 'Alpha Aura' doesn't mean shit to someone who has nothing left to lose. What are you going to do? Banish me twice?"

And the most cataclysmic thing was, I was not afraid of having witness Madeline's murder. Yes it left an impact on me, I still shivered whenever her dead lifeless eyes drifted in my vision but.. I was more scared of Marienne. As soon as the the police enquiry session had come to an end, I ran straight to my flat, brought out my laptop and tried to find as much as information I could manage about them. And what I found about them wasn't shocking but still, it chilled me to the core. Marienne Carlisle Victor. A French-American businessman, who is best known for his ruthless statistics and strategies in the corporate world. Devilishly handsome looking but taken from at the age of 19. Well known

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.

he asks. "Not really," I say. But I raise my hand to gesture for him to speak. "I'm number six!" he says happily. I almost laugh in his face. Instead, I keep quiet. "Amazing," I say after a fat silence. "You don't really think that, do you?" he says as his shoulders sag slightly. I sit and think of an answer. Ves is fourth, and referencing that over to the total scoreboard of DII, Dangerous Individual Index, it can be said that Ves is probably around seven or eight in Euro. Lower in rank than Evan.

"Then to persuade you, I guess I'd either have to defeat you or kill you as you suggested!" He turned to the Ghostly Six with a look, and they returned The Vulture's guns. Then, he asked, "Do you think guns would work against me?" The Vulture smiled, shaking his head. If the Ghostly Six were bulletproof, the chief of Mystic Sky Guild certainly would be too. In the end, The Vulture's plan was simple—even if he could not win against Frank, he would never submit either. Frank smirked. "Well, since you're afraid to fight, why not preach your reasoning? Was there anything wrong with what I said?"

AVA ​My fingers hovered precisely two inches above the mechanical keyboard, the glowing golden dragon emblem reflecting across my pupils like an ancient, vengeful spirit. The coding sequences were fully loaded. The multi-vector routing lines were completely green. With a single strike of the enter key, I could have activated the secondary protocol, completely fracturing the remaining corporate mainframes of Vance Global and sending their domestic logistics into an unstoppable tailspin. ​I wanted to do it. The white-hot rage roaring through my veins—the agonizing realization that my sister Lily had been slowly, systematically poisoned to cover up their financial fraud—demanded total devastati

Chapter 1: The Birth of Syd Vicious Sydney Crazy, psychotic, demon-possessed, bloodthirsty, and yes, just plain vicious. These are all words others have used to describe me after that night. After that night, my life completely changed, so yeah, I became someone new. Sydney Eld faded away, and Syd Vicious stepped forward. Everything I loved was taken from me. All I had left was my hatred and burning desire for revenge. He should have left my mother alone and let us go on our way, but instead, he tried to cage me. He rattled that cage one too many times, and once that cage was open, there was no stopping me. I would taste his blood and the blood of anyone who stood in my way. That night, the

Anyone who harmed his sister was his enemy till the day he takes his last breath. Kenchiki was more than pissed to learn that little information. He hated unclean people who tried to take away people's consent, especially when it came to people's bodies; he was glad he had been distracted by his lover and had no time to cause harm to Aria; she was an innocent victim too. He glared murderously at the woman who drugged him. He would make sure she had no good days. Sera felt chills crawl up her spine when she saw the look that the two men were giving her. She knew then that whoever was targeting her knew about all her schemes and stacked the deck against her.

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.