Why Did Voldemort Break Lucius Wand Novelas e Histórias

I retortred at Lucius. "Then fucking ask him why he never told you the deal he made with Hades!" Lucius hissed. "Fuck you!" Adan growled and I saw him launch at Lucius but my brother made a shield out of glass shards, and I knew it would rip Adan’s body apart, so I threw a ball of fire between them, knocking Adan backward and causing the shards of glass to backfire on Lucius, but the shards just disappeared and didn’t hit him.

The only way to break his spell is to learn how to love. Anger ran over his veins as the witch cursed him with his most precious belonging, his mate. In no time, the old witch was nothing more than a dead body. Somehow, Lucas seemed to enjoy the thought of his curse. After all, it might be a chance for him to fix things with his mate - little he knew about was waiting for him.

He looks at her, feeling guilty. “No, you should have Lucifer. The annoyed, fed up, used, and hurt is because you said it couldn’t happen, ever. Over and over, you pushed me away, Lucifer to then agree, all that pain was for nothing. Disappointed because while last night was amazing, you hid Lucifer. Explain how the bed got broken, please.” She knows how, but she needs him to say it so she can point out the issue. “I was using it for support instead of you. The sheer strength I had gripped it at towards the edge just caused it to crumble in my hand.” He looks at her, confused.

"But I did it for the Covenant! To protect—" "Protect?" I finally spoke, my voice cutting through his pathetic excuses. "You thought you could swap our heir, save your mistress, and protect the Covenant's reputation all at once?" The color drained from Lucius's face. "You thought I would just let it go? And let the two of you live happily ever after?" I walked toward him, power radiating from my every step. "You were a fool, Lucius." The vampires around me began to bow their heads in submission.

Lucius did not answer her; he looked at Bella and then turned to look at his grandfather, Adrian, with a wand in his hand, wearing a severe and cold face. He knew there must be something Lucius wanted to do. They were all seated in the living room. Lucius and Riley chose not to sit, and when he thought it was time to talk, Lucius spoke. "I'm going to talk about the person I want to destroy. I gathered all of you here to interrogate the man who almost harmed me."

Hadn’t Vorath used those vials I gave him yet? I heard a body hit the floor, a heavy thud followed by violent coughing. Be it Vorath or one of Lucien's people, I didn’t care. Pawns were always pawns. And the moment he uncorked that potion, he doomed himself and everyone else behind that door. Lucien’s head snapped toward the sound, panic surging through him as he fought wildly against the chains. “Don’t bother,” I said, settling back into my seat. “That potion was given to me by a witch, one of the old ones.”

“He’s your brother. You will listen to me. I own you.” Vincenzo ignored him. He grabbed Alan by the throat, slammed him violently onto the snooker table; balls scattered; the entire frame cracked and shattered into pieces. Lord Lucifer reached for his phone, trying to call Doctor Wicked. No signal. His face twisted in fury. Lord Lucifer snatched a jagged shard of broken glass from the floor and drove it into Vincenzo’s side. Vincenzo groaned….. Glaring at his father, he yanked the shard out with a wet sound, and plunged it straight into Lord Lucifer’s chest.

That honesty, that stubborn protectiveness, made me want to scream and kiss him at the same time. "That's the problem," I said quietly. "You keep making choices FOR me instead of WITH me. Like I'm something to protect instead of your equal partner." His expression shifted. Pain flickering across his face. "That's not how I see you." "Then stop acting like it.” "It was necessary," Lucas said, jaw setting stubbornly. "We need that potion to expose Vanessa. To protect you and everyone else from a fugitive half-blood witch. I wasn't going to ask anyone else to take those risks."

"You really don't have a death wish, do you? Do you realize that you might not walk out of this room alive? You’ve seen things that don't belong to the eyes of a guest." My pulse was racing, wild and reckless. I realized then that fear was a useless currency with Draco. He fed on it. If I wanted to survive, I had to change the terrain of the game. I had to make him lose his focus. I looked at his lips... the same lips that had dictated terms of my imprisonment, and saw the hunger beneath the rage. He didn’t want to kill me... he wanted to dominate me. And that was the crack in his armor. I didn't answer him. Instead, I closed my eyes, took a breath that tasted of his expensive cologne and th

His voice came cold. “I have already chosen, Galdo. My mate is not some Wane.” The Elder didn’t move. He stepped close, voice low. “You cannot break what the moon made.” “I’ll take my chances. I’m stronger than that.” Lucien said, still not looking at me. “Find a way to break it.” The Elder’s eyes closed once. When he opened them, dread sat heavy. “Better to send—” “Break it,” Lucien said. No one spoke; I just watched them.