Novelas de Asmodeus

JULIAN’S POV,“Did you know your ex-wife is a Lycan and not a werewolf?”I looked at her, trying to assess if she was fucking with my head or being serious about it. She looked serious, but sometimes it's hard to say what a woman truly meant, and that was one of those situations. I didn't want to assume anything and become a joke for her entertainment. But when the silence between us became unbearable, I took a deep breath and asked her to explain what she meant by that.“I don't know everything, but Andrew mentioned something about her being a Lycan,” she said, finally sitting next to me. “I know it's hard to believe, but our spies have never failed us.”“And you think Ryan knows that, too?” I questioned, because what would he get from Elena being a Lycan? The things she was claiming made no sense to me. “He must have, why else would he be protecting her? Making sure she's divorced as soon as he met her? And keeping her in his home, away from the world?” She raised some strong point

JULIAN’S POV,Power is a strange thing. You never notice how much of it you have until people start whispering that you've lost it.I stood inside my temporary residence, which would have been mine if those barbarians hadn't revolted against my family. They wanted democracy, the power to choose their leaders, because they feared the King was looting their resources for his own benefit. They actually believed that things would change for the better once the monarchy was gone. They thought that the elective government would not be corrupt.I couldn't help but laugh at them, at how they were used by those who wanted to take power from my family for themselves. Before, it was my family who ruled the nation, and now it's those five families who pretend to be democratic and care for the common people. They are selling the dream that anyone can rule the country, but the truth is that every single president we have ever had has come from one of those five families.I watched the temple of the

RYAN’S POV,Her words sent a wave of warmth through my veins, till they travelled all the way down and made me hard.“Take me, Ryan.” For a split second, everything inside me went dangerously still. It felt like my heart had stopped beating for a second, and I was seconds away from dying.I smiled down at her, memorising her beautiful body in my head. She was perfection, and looking into her eyes, I realised how badly she craved for me. It had been weeks since we fucked, and no matter how much I jerked off, it wasn't the same without her lips around my shaft. I had been hungry for her, and when I saw the same fire burning in her eyes too, I knew she was also desperate for my touch.I hovered over her, with my hands braced on either side of her chest, caging her under me. She smiled, running her hands up and down along my arms as I rubbed my erection on her stomach. She bit her lower lip before grabbing my waist and pushing me down against herself. My breath came out uneven, as I searc

ELENA’S POV,The palace was tranquil that night, when I built up the courage to come clean with Ryan about my past.The silence around the palace wasn't the uneasy kind that followed after arguments or secrets, but the softer kind. The one that usually settles after exhaustion has finally claimed everyone else. The lamps in my room were dimmed low, casting long shadows against the walls as I sat on the edge of my bed. My knees were drawn close, and my thoughts were spiralling, no matter how hard I tried to stop them.Mt. Silverstone. Bloodwood Fores. Lost Lycan Princess.I pressed my palms against my eyes, breathing slowly and trying to ground myself in the present, of what was happening around me, instead of being consumed by the fear of what might happen tomorrow. Ryan had been acting a little weird lately, and the staff in the palace were whispering about some tension between him and Andrew.Ollie also mentioned that he didn't stop to see her once yesterday, that he was too busy wo

ANDREW'S POV,The letter arrived before dawn.I was still on my bed, twisting and turning anxiously, waiting for the news. Even though I was certain that Elena was my sister, there was a small ember of doubt burning inside my chest, mostly because of my conversations with Georgina and President Ryan. Both of them were convinced that the whole thing about Elena was a lie to benefit the other nation.Ryan thought I was manipulating Elena for my benefit, while Georgina thought that the werewolves were using her to target us.My eyes opened all of a sudden, and even before the knocks came, somehow I knew that Agro was back with the letter from my spies. I felt it in the restless pull beneath my ribs that had kept me awake all night. Sleep had abandoned me hours ago, chased away by memories that refused to stay buried. It was all of the same things again, snow, blood and a small hand slipping from mine.The knock was quiet, and cautious. Three continuous taps, followed by a single tap afte

RYAN'S POV,“You don't have the luxury of moral crusades.”The words settled heavily between us, and the look on Prince Andrew's face was everything I was hoping for. There was fear in his eyes, mixed with confusion and anger that he couldn't control. He was in complete shock, and for the first time since he entered my room, he didn't respond immediately. He was at a loss for words, trying to think of ways he could counter me, but he came up with nothing.His jaw tightened, but it wasn't out of anger. It was restraint, and that spoiled my mood. I glared at him as he calmed himself down, and pushed the emotions away from his face. He forced the same smile as before to decorate his lips and that calmness was worse than an outburst. People who lash out are predictable, less of a threat, but those who swallow their reactions are the ones who plan in the dark.“You've done your homework,” he said, with a hint of appreciation. But I figured it was fake, to boost my ego. Princess Georgina di

It had been more than a year since Caspian confessed his feelings to me, and life was finally finding a sense of normalcy. Derek was safe, though he remained permanently in hiding. The Salvatores had not only survived the disaster but had emerged stronger than before. The PR team had worked wonders in reshaping their image, and those who had attempted to bring them down for their own gain were now behind bars. The money laundering case was no longer casting shadows over their name, it was a thing of the past. The FBI cleared their name from any involvement in the money laundering—the world saw them as victims of their dad's actions. The business was doing good; Caspian joined the company, while on the other side, our relationship got pretty strong. We found a balance that allowed us to grow separately as well, because I moved into an apartment with my mom, helping her build a new life for herself. Meanwhile, Caspian remained at the mansion with his brothers. They asked me to stay,

I was always good at fixing things, maybe because I was broken from the inside and knew I couldn't be fixed. I became a lawyer to help my family, to help my brothers. I thought if I knew the ways of law and legal system, I could use it to my advantage, to protect them in any way needed. Yet, it had been more than a month and I was still fighting a battle with no end in sight. I gave up on too many things in my life, thinking I never deserved them. There was always a reason to hold myself back from being truly happy, about something or with someone. There were these little voices in my head that would make me question everything. For years, they had been silent, but ever since I learned the truth about Dad's involvement in the money laundering, they came back. ‘How could you let yourself be happy when your brothers are in trouble?’‘How could you be that selfish?’I couldn't rub my love for Kat on my brothers' faces, especially when most of them wanted her, too. It was not fair to

The sky was cloudless, the bright light of the moon covered the Salvatore property. We just had dinner, and it wasn't like the regular Salvatore family dinner. It hasn't been so ever since we returned to the mansion. Lucas was in Chicago, meeting with some of the investors whereas Caspian had himself locked in his room. Mom was back in Texas, and the twins went to their grandparents (mother's parents). We were all scattered, and the frustration over the situation was torturing us. The news about the Salvatores reached my dad in London and he had been calling and texting me constantly. He wanted me to leave them and come back to London. I almost laughed when he suggested that, but I controlled myself and told him that I would pay a visit soon.He wasn't satisfied with the answer, so I reminded him that I was an adult and he couldn't force me to leave. That shut him up for the moment, and I hung up the phone soon after. He had been texting me ever since, apologizing and asking me if

The Salvatore mansion didn't feel like home anymore. As I walked through the mansion once again, I felt the same way I did the first time—cold and out of place. The strange environment loomed around me, and with each step I took inside, I sensed a profound emptiness, the lingering ghosts of everything that had happened. Perhaps we changed while we were in the safe house, or maybe it was the mansion that had endured too much destruction in a very short period of time. The mansion was still recovering from the nightmares, and the gloom was maybe its way of narrating the pain. Not long ago secrets had been unraveled, trusts were shattered between the family members, and blood was spilled in the very entrance hall I was standing inside. In just a month, it was just a house again—not a home like it used to be. The brothers felt the changes, too; it was apparent on their faces. They could hear the silence everywhere inside the house, and the winds of winter that seemed to fill every c

Caspian barely slept in a week and it was showing. None of us really got any sleep, but it was a little different with Caspian. The lack of sleep wasn't the only reason for the permanent exhaustion in his eyes like us, it was the weight of everything he was letting press down on him—crushing him, consuming his thoughts. It had been a whole week since the news about Derek's involvement in the money laundering was aired all across the country. Everything had only gotten worse after that. The Salvatore name was plastered across every news outlet—big or small. Everyone had their own take on the case, be it the editors of the Washington Post or The New York Times, anchors from CNN or Fox News, and even the social media influencers who were reporting the controversy in the hope of getting views and likes.In no time it became one of the biggest scandals in recent times. And Caspian being the oldest, took it all upon himself. Although we knew it was the politicians and businessmen whose

The main purpose of us getting a safe house was to be safe, but the FBI made it feel anything but safe for us. The air inside the house felt suffocating to me, thick with an unspoken fear that we all felt, but none of us dared to voice. In the last three days, the FBI has visited us five times. The first day they took statements from us and collected evidence—the standard protocol—nothing more than that. We thought it was all, but Caspian warned us that it was just the beginning, and just like he said, they came back once again. This time they took our individual statements and cross-examined us. Since we were already prepared with our answers, nothing felt out of the ordinary. However, I noticed the way some of the officers were looking at us. They knew we were hiding something, but they had no proof. Caspian made sure that everything in the house was how it was supposed to be after Derek left. It was their sixth visit that day. The FBI agents sat across from us in the living ro

IZZY'S POV,When I got home that evening, I was exhausted to my bones, more exhausted than I’d realized earlier. And all I wanted was to jump on my bed and fall asleep.The exhaustion wasn't due to the work or due to the little encounter with Tyler at work, though that was very draining, but from everything that had been happening in my life lately. I was responsible for most of them in one way or another, but that doesn't mean I couldn't complain. The castle, the fireworks, the feeling of being seen, really seen by someone for the first time, was all I wanted, and then on the other hand, I was ready to burn it to the ground.'Don't overthink, you're making the right decision,' I told myself as I unlocked the door to my apartment, bracing myself for more loneliness to force me into the well of overthinking. However, that's not what happened because as soon as I was inside, I heard, “Elizabeth Mary Winters, where the hell have you been for the last few days?”I blinked, stunned for a

IZZY'S POV, “I guess you didn't know, we're acquiring this company.” He had a proud look in his eyes when he announced it, not just to me but also to those around us. I glanced around the room and felt embarrassed by all the eyes focused on me. I wanted to run away, knowing well that it was going to lead to another round of gossip about my life. They barely moved away from the wedding drama; now, thanks to Tyler, they had another topic. I sighed and focused on the man in front of me. His eyes were sparkling, and the way he was leaning against the wall made it look like he already owned the company. I took a deep breath before speaking. “What do you mean by that?” His smile only deepened when I was done with my question. “We are in the early stages of negotiation, but it's pretty much a done deal.” “Why would Mr. McKelly sell the company all of a sudden?” I mumbled, trying to think about the conversations that occurred around the office, in the past few days. “I didn't even

IZZY'S POV,I was back at my desk, leaving the Castle and the magical life I had to live for the past two days behind. However, my mind never came back with me to the corporate life of Austin. It was still wrapped around the scent of roses and old stone walls that I fell in love with. I was still in front of that giant fireplace, wrapped in a blanket while it rained outside. Jasper was with me, kissing me on the neck while reading me one of his favorite French romances. We were both naked—it was his idea—to get in the head of the characters. It was a stupid idea, but when he started stripping, I couldn't help myself either. So, while he translated the story for me, I played with him. It was my way of connecting with the eighteen-year-old maid, the naive girl who fell in love with her master, the duke, thrice his age. “Everyone around warned him that she was going to poison him one day for his riches, but he was so in love with her that he never listened to them,” he read, and that

JASPER'S POV, I never knew Elizabeth was so outspoken and wild. I always thought of her as a timid little girl who was a little bit opinionated, but I had never known her other side. She hid it well, and now I couldn't help but feel like learning everything else about her. She is what I always wanted, yet this distance between us didn't seem to disappear. At times, looking at her I couldn't shake the feeling that her affection for me wasn't true, making it seem as though she wasn't in love with me. Yet, other times, I could only see love in her beautiful eyes, leaving me both confused and uncertain. Despite the mixed signals, the only thing I was certain of was my feelings for her. I knew that my love for her was genuine and unwavering, and it would remain so till the very end. With each passing day, my feelings for her were only growing stronger. Initially, I thought it was Daniel's words that got to me because he wasn't happy about me dating her. We talked before I left for

IZZY'S POV,I felt Jasper's hands on my hips, and his warning sent chills down my spine. Weirdly enough, that made me want him even more. On one hand, I didn't want to feel those emotions because I knew it was going to end soon, and quite badly, while on the other, I wanted to surrender myself to him. “I am going to have you now!”He turned me on my back and soon he was inside me, connecting us together once again. I was so perfectly filled that it began to hurt, but not physically. Instead, I could feel Jasper in my chest, buried somewhere under my ribs. He felt like a cluster of nerves that throb with each stroke. He moved slowly in the beginning, and that only emphasized the pain. I felt every inch of him, erupting fire inside my body, and the pleasure of it chased the pain that his words had left in their wake. He was grinding into me and it felt like a weird combination of pleasure and pain. When he started pumping faster, pinning my hands above my hand, tears sprang to

IZZY'S POV, “I... I love you, Izzy.” The words echoed in my head as I woke up the next day, feeling thoroughly exhausted. My body was loose like every single muscle and tendon had been reduced to the finest thread. I was sore, too; just shifting my hips sent sparks of electricity flying throughout my body. I also realized that I was pressed up against Jasper, the same way we did that day. His muscular arms were draped against my small frame, securing me in place. I wasn't sure how we ended up in that position, but I wasn't complaining about it because it felt nice. Waking up dad after day, on an empty bed reminded me of the betrayal. I yawned because, once again, parts of what happened after the time we spent in the backseat of his SUV were a blur to me. I clearly remembered that we went for a hike, got wet in the heavy rain, got hot in the truck, and did the deeds two times in a row—the first time he was on the top, while on the second, I rode him. After that, everything was