Viscount Druitt Novels & Stories

Adhya was sobbing badly hugging her dad, Ashish was trying to console her while keeping his pain at the edge. Drishti's condition was worse than theirs as in this last year she got closer to devvrat and cursed herself for the days when she behaved rudely with him. The relatives, neighbours and some friends who reached khurrana villa to pay the last tribute to devrat were praising the man who always behaved politely with others, a man full of life, he used to do many secret donations from his pension. Even Ashish drishti also didn't know about it.

Dharani pov ************* "Dh... Dhruv??" I shutter nervously. Dhruv (Akash friend & once Dhruv tried to rape Dharani so Akash send him to jail). "Finally! You remember me? Good" he smirked. "What are you doing here? You are supposed to be in jail now!!" I shouted at him. "First tell me sweetheart, how are you?" Dhruv asked while looking at me with lust. Before I tried to close the door he stepped his foot at the door. He opened the door wide and entered the hall.

She only knows the Namit Khanna who is portrayed as ruthless and playboy billionaire in the business magazines. "Arjun is right Namit, that's not your plan.We know how much you are striving only to have a glimpse of her but you have to be patient. You can't go to her but I can. I will bring her here." Dhruv said to us and went downstairs.

Being the son of one of the influential persons of the film industry and known as the popular teen actor, who had also portrayed roles opposite Ira, it's not difficult for anyone to identify Dhruv. But don't know why, she didn't like Dhruv at first sight. She started to get some negative vibes from him as her heart was alerting her that he is not a good person in real life. Mabe be, it's due to his appearance right now by seeing which anyone can confirm that he is definitely a spoiled brat. His eyes are holding dark spots hovering with complete dizziness. His hair is completely messy, he is wearing a black shirt and shots. He is unable to stand on his knees and is stumbling in his steps maki

Calixto was also caught up in his time freeze, his bow and arrow pointed towards Dhruv, I looked away from him and went downstairs to go meet Alexander Dhruv aura was powerful as I got to where he was. Underneath the crimson moon, he looked so ethereal, even more intimidating than he was in the image of the first version of the enchiridion. His horn were blue, the same colour as his turquoise hair which seemed to flow endlessly to the ground. And his eyes, piercing and fiery, seemed like torches of fire in the pit of Gehenna. "I didn't know you planned on revealing your true self tonight, Alexander," I said.

The voice startled the Viscount and the barons, who shuddered and prepared their swords. Dray stepped in carefully, his aura clearly intended to leak. "Who the hell is this... Baron?" "This is Dreyfus, my knight." Zugal focused his attention on his rapidly racing heart. He was A-rank himself, but glancing at the person in front of him, he knew. He had no hope of winning against him. "I apologize to the Viscount for failing to notify sooner. My force also has several A-ranks. As a result, I don't believe we should retreat."

We were here to fill graves, not ranks. A sudden hush fell over the courtyard as I stood waiting for orders. That’s when I saw him. The Alpha Prince of Nethian. Lucian Draxon. He moved through the crowd like a shadow, tall and impossibly composed, his black hair gleaming beneath the pale sun. Tattoos coiled up his arms and neck like living vines, disappearing beneath his dark uniform. His violet eyes—unnatural and otherworldly—swept over the conscripts, cold and calculating.

Drake was at a loss of words, soon he realized, he was delaying the announcement, so he quickly pulled through and proclaimed out loud, " THE W-I-I-I-I-I-I-INNER O-F THE FIRST BOUT IS VIS DEOLIS!!!" A notification soon appeared, which gave Vis to have an impression like of a Cheshire Cat. ***** You have defeated a C - rank user, do you want to acquire the awards? ***** ------------------------------- ---------------------

Druji’s eyes were widened as soon as she heard the question. “W-what are you talking about?” She pretended not to know what had happened. “I saw how you controlled the chest to hit Raven’s head. Tell me, are you a witch?” Vivar insisted. He didn’t want to condemn her. He just wanted Druji to be honest with him. “No! Why are you accusing me?! You have no right to question me like this! I’ll tell my brother to fire you.” She turned to grab the door handle. Before she could twist it, Vivar halted her hands with his.

“My Liege, I couldn’t believe it at first, so I moved closer to confirm. This man possesses every trait of Lord Barbenheim. There’s no doubt that this is the real Lord Barbenheim,” Drake declared firmly and pointed to the figure displayed on the screen. The image zoomed in and gradually revealed Lord Barbenheim’s face in greater clarity. Dustin’s brows furrowed. It was undoubtedly the true Lord Barbenheim. He was the real deal beyond question.