Xibalba X La Muerte Novels & Stories

I’m in the council chamber in under thirty seconds, still in his T-shirt and panic. The others are already there. Seras’s armor is half-on, sunrise flickering like a broken neon sign. Lucian’s wings are mantled so hard the air burns. Rowan’s grimoire is bleeding ink. Kayo’s tails are lashing hard enough to cut glass. Nerida’s tentacles are black holes, swallowing light. Kael Stormrider is the one who says it out loud. Kael (voice flat, lethal): “Xibalba. Death-lord faction.

I stop where I am and I try to calm Aleah down as the boys try to go to Leo to help him. "Déjalo, o felizmente haré que te unas a él.{Leave him, or I'll happily make you join him.}" Vixen says, pulling his sleeves up with bloody hands. Mark puts his hand on my shoulder as Vixen walks upstairs. "That's el gobernante de la muerte {the ruler of death} in him, or Baladan. It means the son of death, it's like his alter ego. He gets like that when he gets really angry and he only speaks Spanish. That's how you know he's super pissed, he gets it from both his parents." he explains.

Cortez slammed his hand smashing the table into two. "Patience Cortez, we'll soon have them in our grasp. First we'll get that abomination Isabella locked in a cage and have her do whatever we please and then we'll kill that Xavier. By then hopefully we'll have a trap for Prince Salvatore and he'll be able to bend at our will and make us immortal." Luna continued evilly.

"Yes, there are some who want money. Some who are just plain crazy. Some who like killing for the sake of it." I know where this is going. "And some who want to kill just because they hate non-humans?" She nods. "Yes. They're called purists." "So, the Silver Hunters have all these different factions within the group... And no one knows anything about them?" "Not until they're in your face." Alice stops walking. "Until it's too late." Ice fills my veins, and the wolf in the woods comes to mind. Was that a normal animal I saw? Or something else?

“Kill him and run.” Xavier argued with his wolf, “He's stronger than I am” “You're a royal blood. You take the power of every wolf you kill. Do it. Now.” Xavier backed away as though obeying Pablo's order and dashed towards him. There was a terrible cry from Pablo and a wild explosion, as Xavier dived his canines into him. Xavier felt a sharp metal split his body into half, immediately. He forcefully pulled his body away, seeking for an escape as the building was set ablaze.

I blurted out. “Shit,” Lucius hissed, released me and stepped back. For some reason, his eyes scanned the surroundings, as if he was looking for something. Then, they changed color, and I instantly knew he was talking to Xabat. “Titus?” As the beast spoke to me, shivers ran down my spine. Mate or not, sometimes, he still scared the shit out of me. Xabat was the last pureblood Lycan, a monster beyond anyone’s imagination, so it honestly was better to try to stay in his good graces, not to piss off the big guy.

I will work nonstop to bring Valentino and who ever the fuck helped him in this attack to their knees before the women they turned me into They will scream out the name Qiabla as they beg for mercy while I cut, burn and maim their Besh until their hearts stop beating "FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE LOST SOME ONE FROM YOUR ANTORAGE PLEASE NOTE THAT WE WILL BE HELPING IN THEIR COST OF BARRIEL" IR'S the least I can do for the loved ones of the men lost here today. "AS FOR THE MEN WHO BELONG TO NEITHER OF OUR GROUPS, THEY WILL BE TAKEN CARE OF AND DESPOSED OF PROPERLY" Vic finishes then hand me a glass of water while leading me to a chair. "You did so fucking good doll I'm so proud of you, but you do

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

“You can send him to hell, and I wouldn’t bother to stop you, but I want my mother’s body.” Balandin paused for a moment, tilting his head to the side, studying Xavier. “You need to die, mal’chik. It was hard enough to gather as many mafia families to side with me because they fear you, the magnificent Xavier Luciano, some of them told me. They’d choose to die than go against you, and that is fucking applaudable.” (boy) My husband crossed his arms over his chest, his assault rifle dangling on his side. “That’s why I ended up with an alliance with the only person who wanted your blood more than I do.” Just as he finished his sentence, Gonzalo Isaac walked out of the manor’s foyer. The men sur

I take off my shirt, and like I've done every single day since the last three years, I begin to whip myself. One slash for Mrs Hayes. Two slashes for Mr Hayes. Three slashes for Alexander Hayes. Four slashes for breaking my promise to Lilith Hayes. Five slashes for being coward. "Uh...maybe another time?" Esteban's voice breaks me out of my punishment and I turn over my shoulder to look at him. "No. Sit down." Then, I turn back and set the whip down, picking up my shirt and pulling it over my blood stained back. "We have the Vietnamese cartel on our tail. I want you to find their base here in Mexico and remind them why other houses don't fuck with Los Muertos."