'The fire of greed in him burns golden and attracts his prey to him. In him lies the power to mesmerize.' – Bloodsongs. * "Whenever I get cold, this magick potion that cured me withing a day, my friends called it magical. So are you saying it is really magick?" Rory asked as she thought about all the times she had been sick. The days she got sick were very rare, and even if she did get sick, her mom would make some disgustingly, smelly things she called teas and three to four cups of it, and Rory would be good as new. Sometimes, Rory made her mom make these terrible concoctions for her friends, too, and they had all been cured in a day or two, as well. They all wanted the recipe, but mom said it was family secret. Rory thought mom was just weirdly possessive of her medicine, but... it really was a family secret. "It is. A witch has power to imbibe healing energy into the potions she is making. It won't work when someone else uses the same recipe. Recipe is just the basic. It is t
'The darkness he brings is full of pain and plaguing memories.' -Bloodsongs. * (Azakeal) Azakeal was lazing around near the silver lake, when someone massive stood over him, hiding the light. Azak looked up and sighed. Okay. "So did you decide?" Gabriel asked, closing his massive wings. "Why is everyone so curious about my life suddenly?" Azak grumbled as he looked at the Magnificent Angel, Gabriel. His majestic wings were pure white, the kind of glowing white only few angels had been blessed with and his curious gold eyes were staring at Azak with question in them. "Because... suddenly you are the one offered with the protection of the humanity!" Gabriel said with a sigh. Gabriel was the first Angel and he was created just right after God created the world. He was also the most wise and most trusted servant of God. Gabriel was like a mentor to Azak. When Azak first came into existence, Gabriel was the one who taught him everything that he has to learn about being an Angel. And
'With sinful claws of darkness, he paints the world, full of blood and black.' - Bloodsongs. * (Art) Aurora looked at him with a smile. "You look just as terrible. Are you going to sleep with me?" She said and then bit her tongue as if she realized how it sounded. He almost wanted to say yes, please. His body begged to touch her, to have her. As if she realized what she had said, the double entendre hidden in the words, she bit her lips, flushed a bright red and turned away from him. He wanted to bite those lips. He wanted to taste her. His whole body was begging. "That is an interesting invitation and I'd love to act upon it if you give more details." He smirked with a soft look on his eyes, and her flushed face and he laughed, even as desire pounded through his body, and she flushed further. So rosy, her cheeks, and his fingers itched to have a touch. Would they feel as soft as they looked? She growled under her breath and threw a pillow at him, pulling him out of his thought
"His Golden eyes were a glamor. Hidden underneath is the inferno made of hell fire." -Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) Aurora groaned as Art pulled her closer and kissed her. "Art," she moaned his name out as he bent closer to her and grabbed her ass and pulled her closer to his hard body. She felt like she was dying from the pleasure. It made her delirious and heady. e thought even as his fingers sneaked inside her shirt and he palmed her over her cotton bra and she bit her tongue as she looked up at him and he pressed his palms against the swell of her breast and she arched her back as her blood heated. She felt the touch everywhere. He rubbed a finger against her tightening nubs and she panted and moaned. He bent down and licked her throat in a long slow motion. Torturously slow and she grabbed a tuft of hair in her greedy fingers as she kept him right there. He licked, bit, eased the bite with a kiss and she was getting so, so wet. Her panties were drenched. "I am so wet," she mutte
He is made of Vileness, the most disgusting thoughts buried in a soul - Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) Aurora looked into Art's face and she wanted to bury herself under the blanket and never come back out. Shit. What had she done? Why would she dream about something so preposterous? This was absolutely not right. He was still looking at her, his eyes strangely blue, and dark, and her heart felt like it was going to jump out of her throat... she wondered whether she had blurted something out loud while she was asleep. "What did you dream about?" His eyes twinkled and Aurora groaned under her breath. She turned purple... Yes, she was that embarrassed. What would he say when she said that she dreamt about him? "Something good?" He gave her a knowing look and she panicked. Did she really talk in her sleep or was he just making fun of her? "You are not crying, so I suppose it really is something good and fun." "Yeah. Yeah. Dream." She mumbled under her breath and he quirked her brows as
'His vileness can't be fought with. His power, made of murder of millions, can't be won over easily.' - Bloodsongs. * (Aurora) Air stilled for a moment, eerily quiet and everything around the wolf froze and then there was an ear-splitting cry. Aurora could see the air splitting. It was strange, but she saw everything shatter around them as the wolf bared its canines. "Art..." Aurora whispered, but he was looking only at the wolf. Her scream died down to a soft whimper. What the f*ck was this thing? The leap looked almost like a float, as the wolf's forelegs were thrust forward in the air and Aurora choked in a scream. Eyes widened with fear, she looked at Art who was staring at the thing with what looked like curiosity. Within a second, it landed with a thud on the front mirror and showed its snapping teeth at them. Drool dripped down its snout. The mirror cracked, a spider web of crack after crack, and Rory realized if the thing tried too hard, it could come in and kill th
'He warps human minds and feed twisted feelings.' - Bloodsongs*(Art)Art sat in the silence for a second before he pulled himself out of the daze he was in.He felt as though someone had pounded on him over and over again. Just a protective spell, and he was already drained from it.The wolf was so massive just a normal protective spell didn't work. He had to do a lot and it took a lot out of him. He had always thought of himself as kinda powerful. He was powerful when compared to humans, but this beast, this evil that could warp itself into different creatures, Art was no match against it, was he?!In the nightmares, his magick never worked, not at all, not even a little spark, and now, in reality, suddenly now, after the meeting with this wolf, his magick seemed to have gone wonky.He didn't know what to think of that. Now, he was a little bit glad that he had magick. He sighed as he relaxed his body and focused on the broken glass of the car. He closed his eyes as he whispered
His poison is made of greed and pride and lust and gluttony. He is the personification of every evil.' -Bloodsongs.~(Art)Art was careful while driving back home. His heart was still thundering, and his eyes were alert on the curving road in front of them. The night was thick, and the air smelled pungent and damp, as if the taste and smell of the wolf lingered in the air even after it was gone.Art warned Aurora to not look out the windows. He didn't want her to see any more of the disturbing sights tonight. He felt protective of her-a need that was beyond anything that could be controlled-and he wanted her to be safe, always safe."Hungry?" He smiled at her when her stomach growled like an ancient truck. She flushed and then nodded her head."Very. I am going to die of hunger if you don't feed me right this moment." She stepped out and he followed her inside his home."Mom, do you have anything to eat?" He shouted as they wandered inside."What happened to your venture to Sally's?