Vulcan Novels & Stories

There was a hiss at my feet and that's when I saw the viper coiled there, ready to strike. Alina grimaced, bending down and grabbing the viper by the head. The moment she did so, the viper stopped hissing, went limp, and turned into the staff that Lucifer always carried around. She turned to me, "You should be fine, his venom only affects light angels and since you're a hybrid you should be able to fight it."

He tactfully waited for his boss’ instructions, lest he became his living target. “Is he with that vile woman again?” Vulcan spat. He walked back to the garden’s pavilion where the tea had been heated by a servant. He sat back leisurely but he was busy making calls to his people in the Elijah Consortium Headquarters. After a couple of minutes, he placed his phone on the wooden table before him. Veins popped around his wrinkled hands. “What I hate the most is making my great grandson sad.” There was a hidden storm raging beneath his eyes as he looked at his garden. He closed his eyes and sighed.

Venus gave a nod and said, "I came to say goodbye. It has been a pleasure working with you, host." June stood up and smiled at Venus. "Why don't you call me June?" He said. "Okay, Host June." June just laughed weakly. "I am gonna miss you Venus," He quietly said. The elevator door made a small ding sound and June quickly wiped his face again. Venus turned towards June and bowed to him. "Goodbye, Host June." June smiled at her. "Goodbye, System Venus." June walked out of the elevator and saw the sliver door with a small rectangular dark panel. On the panel was an elegant golden swirls of words which read :

Vulkan snapped back. Zain was clearly at a loss about what to do. I knew that he didn't want to disobey Bradon, but that didn't mean that he could exactly afford to stand up against Mr. Vulkan's direct orders either. I apologized silently to Bradon in my head before informing Mr. Vulkan that I was ready to leave. "Let's go. This servant is driving me nuts!" Mr. Vulkan spat as he glared at Zain. "I'm sorry..." I whispered to Zain as I walked past him.

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.

36: bonny and clyde Zachary stood up from the grounds. At least he had tried to, before it made a loud thud, forcing him to loose balance. In his eyes, he'd seen the risen flames that engulfed the car that just blew up. And he stared at his mother's own, not invincible to severe damage as it rammed into the wall, forcing a dent in the front. The flames lit his eyes as he stood again, this time with his whole body shaking.

she yelled after me. I walked into the kitchen to see Blake standing in front of the sink, his hands soapy up to his forearms as he dipped them back into the sink. He had on a tight white tee that showed off his rippling back muscles as he moved around the kitchen. My tongue darted out to wet my lips and I gulped at the sight. I stalked over to him, making sure to be quiet so he wouldn't notice and grabbed his ass, making him jerk in fright.

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

Vladimir led a few strides ahead. Remained motionless. What is it?" Rhovan asked. Vladimir did not answer. Moved cautiously to the hilt of his sword. For something in the ground was. stirring. Rhovan saw it too—dirt shifting, moving. Then the stench hit them. Sulfur. Blood. Bone ash. The ground cracked. Vladimir screamed, "MOVE!" The earth exploded. And from it crawled a thing not of flesh—but of metal. Taller than a tree. Blacker than ash. Cracked skin with flowing streams of molten flame.

The tunnel ended abruptly. Jackson stopped at the edge of a precipice. He fired a flare gun into the darkness. Sizzle... The red flare drifted down, illuminating a space so vast it defied logic. They stood on the edge of a massive underground volcanic crater. Far below, violet magma bubbled, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Floating in the center of the crater, defying gravity, was It. A colossal shard of black, jagged crystal, the size of a skyscraper. It pulsed with a heartbeat—thump-thump, thump-thump—that shook the ground beneath their boots.