Yugioh Vivian Wong Novels & Stories

Unpredictability could be dangerous. She turned back to the bleak garden, the weight of the castle, the title, the terrible fate, pressing down on her. She was Vivian Ashworth, the villainess. Prince Alexander arrived tomorrow. Her brother was plotting. The heroine was nearby. And she had no idea what schemes were already in play.

"Dominic Blackwood , are you crazy?" He picked up a nearby tie and swiftly wrapped it around my wrist. "Vivian Carter, you want to play games? Tonight, I'll make your wish come true!"

Not only was she from the legendary fifth faction of the Yorks of Hong Kong and Las Vegas, but she was also the youngest daughter of the Old Master of the Yorks and the sister of the current master. Other than that, she also had a special identity. The Lord of Dragon Palace’s wife and the second most powerful person in Dragon Palace, Madam York. Meanwhile, a Toyota Century slowly stopped at the entrance of the flower shop. A tall and thin figure pushed open the door and walked down with an umbrella. His face was quite similar to Harvey’s but more of a masculine and handsome look. He was the type that could instantly leave a good impression on others whenever he appeared. This person was Vinc

Signoral’s voice dripped with venom, each word biting as she paced relentlessly around the open-air area of the property. The atmosphere felt far too hot, too stifling to contain her anger; any further provocation would unleash the fury bottled inside her. Her lioness, Lily, lay on the floor in her cage, gnawing heartily on a chunk of meat that didn’t seem to satisfy her, consuming it in anticipation of something far more filling. “I’m telling you nothing but the truth,” Yang replied cautiously, his voice trembling slightly, aware of her rage. “I won the case to keep the child, but in the next moment, Vivian just… vanished.”

That man was the son of Marquis Viglianco, who was also Alistair's biological father, and that makes him Alistair's half brother. And magic tower? So he's also a mage. I heard that, unlike the empire that is famous for their swordsmanship, Ravaryn Kingdom was famous for their magic. Shit, what kind of scenario is this?! I glanced at Alistair from the corner of my eyes, and I noticed that I'm not the only one who went rigid at the sight of Ayven. His expression, though unreadable but....

She stood before the wounded Xayvion and asked in a flat voice, “Who are you? Why have you come to my dojo?” Xayvion looked at the beautiful lady. He could sense she had powers above the Quasi Transcendental Bliss Rank. Although Xayvion could not confirm if the lady had entered the Transcendental Bliss Rank, he nonetheless detected that the ladyʼs aura and cultivation were superior to his. Xayvion hurriedly said, “I… I am Xayvion Yeftero. A madman is trying to kill me! Please help me!” Whoosh!

Navaeh asked and Vivian smirked. "But you didn't turn over the whole bag." She said and let go of the warrior toy and it fell to the ground unto their castle. Quinnel looked down at the warrior and then looked back up at Navaeh. Navaeh was just staring emotionlessly at the warrior. "Nave?" He called in a whisper and then Navaeh looked back up at him. She shook her head and Vivian smiled. "She did it. I didn't take it. Why would I want to take your warrior?" Navaeh's asked.

A bitter, humorless smile touched Vivian’s lips. “I lied.” The word felt heavier than anything she had said so far. “My birth mother is not just anyone,” she continued. “Her name is Evelyn.” A cold realization began to form in the pit of my stomach. Delilah went completely still behind me when she heard the name. “My mentor?” she whispered, disbelief lacing her voice. Vivian nodded slowly, her eyes filled with something that looked dangerously close to regret. “Yes, she was the Former Head Priestess of the Vyrclaw Pack.”

Lian said quietly, his voice razor-sharp, “especially not someone so desperate for relevance.” A soft gasp rippled through the room. Vivian’s smirk twitched, but she held her ground. “So now you're playing the martyr? How noble.” “No,” Lian replied coolly. “I’m just not interested in dirtying my hands on someone who clearly lost before the game even started.” That hit her. Vivian’s cheeks flushed scarlet, but before she could retaliate, a commanding voice cut through the thick tension. “Vivian,” Cheng’s voice was like a blade—low, dangerous, unmistakable.

Jane mercilessly pushed away the woman in her arms. Vivian rested her chin on her hand with her veil slightly parted, revealing her red lips. "It's been over three years, and my man has grown even stronger." Jane was terrible at dealing with Vivian. That woman was literally venomous. She was a disciple of Bayou's Hex King, and her entire body was laced with poison. "What do you want?" Jane asked stiffly. Vivian was playing with a snake again. The serpent coiled around her arm, its seven-inch body held firmly in her fingers as she smiled at Jane.