Chevalier Novels & Stories

He was something else now, a god they’d dressed in music. Her throat tightened. For a moment, she forgot why they were here. Samuel touched her shoulder. “Abbie…” “...I see him.” She didn’t look away. Then a voice behind them: “You don’t belong here.” They spun around. A young man stood a few feet away, no armor, no weapon, but unmistakably Citadel, sleek white uniform, a faint silver glow at his temples where a neural implant pulsed. His dark hair was perfectly kept, his face sharp, too clean for anyone who’d ever set foot in the Ruins.

Chapter 101 Lucien POV… “What were you saying earlier?” I turned to the man and asked coldly. “You, you really don’t fear death, do you?” the man questioned. He was on the verge of blowing his top from anger. “That is true. We are not afraid of you and your little toys.” Pete said and I turned to him in shock. This quite brother-in-law of mine seemed to have quite a temper too. But he had the right to be arrogant after all, he has already taken the serum and he was also the black horse in this year’s competition.

They passed the phone around and I have to say my wife was doing a good job of not looking mortified. "Is that velvet on the handle?" "Looks like, I'm getting the purple one." "Get me one too Tina, I'll take pink. I'll pay you later." "How you gonna get pink Char? You know that's my favorite color." "Well hell El, put your name on it, you can personalize." "I wonder if Daniel could come up with one that works like Viagra." What the fuck? "Char, you having problems?" "No, but every now and then I want a little extra but my guy is getting up there"

"Uh, oh… sorry about that. I didn't realize that you had a mate. And it’s Nix, that’s unbelievable. Sorry and congratulations to both of you." I accepted his apology. "No worries. No harm done." The girl shook her head at his denseness. "I'm Chloe, and this is Greg and Soren." Greg shook my hand. "If you didn't pick it up, Chloe is my mate." I said, "Yes, I noticed." I tilted my head as I examined Soren. "And your mate is Cassie from the library, right? I met her earlier today, she seems nice." Soren shook his head. "No, I haven't met my mate yet."

he asked from a bar where he poured a glass of amber liquid. “Wine would be wonderful,” I said as I sat and scooted the chair closer to the table. I didn’t really care if it was red or white. It’d been so long, and I needed a drink. The intricate design of the china was another familiarity that struck me. It held the Vitale family crest in the center and had a scalloped edge. The smaller plates were rimmed with an ivy design. With two glasses in hand, he made his way to the head of the table and placed one in front of me before setting his own down and taking a seat.

Seeing Andrew's puzzled expression, he continued, "Your alchemy mentor is Mr. Maverick Zeroual, the God of Medicine, and the greatest miracle worker of our time, correct?" When Andrew nodded, Luther said, "Then there you have it. Wyrmhelm is Mr. Zeroual's junior! They are the two figures who stand at the peak of Holtrien, looking down upon all living beings. Mr. Zeroual has a gentle nature, dedicates himself to healing, cares nothing for fame, and has always been elusive.

Chevalier spat. “You know that is not what we mean,” Jeffrey replied. “Why have you been following her? Why did you need her scent?” Chevalier licked his lips. His eyes shot from Jeffrey to me, where they stayed. I shifted uncomfortably, and he seemed to take pleasure in my unease. “I was hired to kill her.” He chuckled as I trembled. “I was told to kill her and then cut her hand off and bring it back to my client as proof that she is actually dead.”

“ Is that what you think I’m doing? “ He asked as he swirled his drink before taking a sip. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion wondering what he was getting at. “ Take a drink, my dear, “ he said. Despite the term of endearment, he had used, I knew he mean it as an order. Everyone, even Nikolai, knew not to take his orders lightly. He was the most powerful don in Italy after all. I sipped a little of the sour liquid and grimaced when it touched my tongue. Still, I forced myself to swallow it. The fire that burned in my throat was almost unbearable. I coughed uncontrollably making him laugh, I gave him the middle finger and drank the water on the table. “ If it was another person, I would ha

He rebuked when he sniffed the paper. “Duchess Calliope, woman fluent in eight languages and comes from a noble house situated in the hills of Milena. Her family is notorious for possessing a numerous army. One who may speak to her, agrees to be charmed by her…” He opened the third one. “Lady Diene…” “Baroness Itzel…” “Princess Arlet…” "Lady Seline..." “Duchess Katrina…” He read her seven letters and finally turned to her with a baffled expression on his face.

Beside him stood Standfast, a bit shorter but no less imposing, with a sneer playing on his lips. Standfast, around nineteen, had a more rugged demeanor compared to Phillip. His face, while not conventionally handsome, bore the marks of someone who had seen their fair share of trouble. He had a solid build, indicating a readiness for action rather than words. His eyes held a steely intensity, hinting at a volatile temperament kept in check only by Phillip's presence.