LOGINDamon: She stalks toward me gracefully, that murderous gleam in her eyes, and the energy of her powers buzzing through the air. She looks like she wants to end me, and she could. She could engulf me in flames right here and right now without lifting a finger. It should disturb me, it should make me tremble, but instead I nearly fall to my knees before her in worship. She has already destroyed me, yet I'm ready to beg her to do it again, consequences be damned. Aylin: My chest heaves, and my fists clench as I slowly walk over to the wall I have him bound to with my magic. That forsaken part of my mind whispers at me to burn this castle to the ground, let us both burn and perish here in our own misery and the shattered pieces of this demented love we have for each other. Yet when his red eyes meet mine, they're only filled with adoration. My own heart stutters in response, but I continue to stalk forth. This is the sequel to "Alpha's Fallen Angel", this book will not make sense if you don't read that first
View MoreDamon is still tense as I portal us to the door leading to my room. I hesitate momentarily before remembering I allowed him to be in here before; there's no point in acting territorial now. I let out a breath before I open the door and begin to lead him into the bathing chamber, where I keep my bandages and wound cleaning kits.“Holy hell, I must have been too distracted the last time I was in here to notice the amount of books in here,” he states, looking around at my walls“They’re kind of hard to miss, don’t you think?” I tell him with a raised browThe entire wall behind my bed, from top to bottom, was bookshelves built into the wall, and they were overstuffed, same with the wall adjacent to that, where my oversized reading chair sat. “I suppose I wasn’t entirely focused on your taste in interior design the last time I was here,” he teases with a grin. “although I didn’t know you read,” he adds in as we enter the bathing chamber, and I begin to pull out the needed supplies.
With Damon and my army in tow, I portal immediately to where the wards are weakest to allow demons entry to and from the realm. This is where they'll strike. Father is waiting there for me, his face grave. Whatever he's discovered, it isn't good. He meets my gaze and speaks before I can ask him for an update. "They've deteriorated and taken over one of the villager's minds. They heard the announcement the second we made it. They'll attack at any moment," he says bluntly, his face all business and ice-cold rage. My lips part as I take in his words. That would be Jeremiel's handiwork. The angels' army is like a web, their minds open to one another and constantly sending all information back to their central. Each one of the High Guards serves as said central, commanding a large chunk of each branch, and all the High Guards have the ability to form that pathway in another's mind. At baseline, demon genetics would fight against it like an illness, but if their physical form is weak eno
The announcement of Amara's discovery went as well as could be expected. Some were overjoyed, some were stunned into silence, and most were indifferent, but the blinding anger that few radiated was unsettling. When the anger hit Azrael, he nearly fell to his knees as he absorbed it. He would have if I hadn't kept a mental hand on him during the announcement, anticipating it. I know him well; he's arguably my closest companion, and he does not respond well to feeling others' negative emotions. Perhaps his gift is what makes him so empathetic. I couldn't say we weren't expecting some anger or kickback, but I almost feel like I must have been too out of touch with my people because I wasn't expecting it to be this intense. Maybe I've gotten too laid back, too trusting of my people who have only ever betrayed us because of that one reason. To a point, I understand. Angels are our mortal enemies, and some demons are still alive who were subjected to slavery by their hands. I was the s
An hour and a half ago I can't concentrate on anything. I can't stop thinking about him. There's a dull pain in my chest, and I can only imagine it's my own heart eating itself alive because I want him so badly. Just the idea of him, of my mate. That's the only thing I want. When he's gone, I crave him so badly because I completely forget who he is, what he is, what he's done. I'm reminded of all that when he's in front of me. He wears it in the blazing red of his eyes, his cold touch, and his silent heart. It's not that I don't understand his reasoning. I do. Even if I didn't, I have no room to talk. I'm wretched down to my bones. But I never killed a child, I never allowed my armies to rape anyone or harm children, and the few times it has happened, I didn't look the other way. I killed them all, I let that feral part of me take over, and I melted their brains. I did that even before it was personal. I want to believe he never took part in it and never laid a hand
I don't know whether to feel relieved to be rid of the task or disappointed that I'm now going to have no choice but to try and sleep as I finish the final housing placements of the Haven vampires. I could offer to help escort them to their new houses, but no doubt the people I have working on this
With my heart breaking more by the minute, I turn and leave her. She said them, she said the magic words that broke all of my determination. ‘You’re forcing me to endure it, hoping it gets strong enough that I won’t be able to resist.’ She felt exactly what I worried she would from the very beginnin
The following day, I wake at my usual five in the morning, feeling comforted by the fact that I'm back to my routine. As usual, Kalea and Fallon come in, attempting to fuss over me, and I wave them away, telling them I can take care of myself. There's little to do today before the Festival, so I c
I watch as the crowd disperses between the dancing and the drinks, those who already had enough to drink heading for the dance floor. "Everyone loved that ballet, Allie, this will go over well," Azrael says as he watches everyone split up with me. I nod at him. "I hope so. We need some more dive






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