Azazel
Bloody Mathias, what a wanker making Nevaeh feel unwanted. Taking a deep breath, I walk back to the living room and face Mathias. I don’t bloody care if he’s the Council’s top enforcer. He hurt Nevaeh, and I will not stand for that. “You’re a right foul git, you know that?”
Mathias’ brows arch in warning at my bold words, but I’m too angry to care. “You sit here as if your bollocks are made of steel when you and I both know that nineteen years ago, you shagged Nevaeh’s mother after getting knackered. Well? Do you deny it?”
Mathias sifts his fingers through his hair. “I…I can’t deny it. I lost Marael and was searching for her killer when I hit a dead end. I didn’t know what to do. The woman I loved was gone, and I couldn’t find the being responsible for her death. It was at my lowest moment that I wandered into the nightclub. I was busy trying to
Chapter 37 - New hopeNevaehI nod my head and gaze into Mathias's eye as he takes a seat next to me. He shifts in place and runs his fingers through his hair uncomfortably, which somehow puts me more at ease.“What did you want to talk about?” I ask softly.Scenarios of what he might want to discuss run through my head. What if he’s going to reject me? Better yet, what if he’s taking pity on me and is giving me a half-hearted apology. God, I am so pathetic. Here is my real dad, and he doesn’t want me.Mathias rubs his hands together. “I know that you're angry right now, and I don’t blame you, Nevaeh. But I want you to understand that I had lost the woman I loved before I met your mother. I was so lost and heartbroken. I had no one. Then, to find out that I am no longer alone. That I have a daughter.” He hesitantly reaches for my hand and enfolds it in his larger one. I look at our hands in amazement.
MikhailLukan and I are at the Sanctum, where the Macto Benficium duellum Sanguis takes place. The Sanctum is sparse and sterile. There is no life here. Just endless floors of black polished marble surrounded by infinite darkness.Lukan is standing across from me, holding a knife in his hand as he prepares to kill me. “Well, boy, it’s finally time for you to do what you should have done when you were born─ die.” He aims the knife at my chest, ready to strike. However, before he can, I kick his hand and send the knife skidding across the floor.He recuperates fast and kicks me in the stomach. I slump back on the floor but recover quickly and punch him in the face and elbow him in the gut. Crying in pain, Lukan falls to his knees and clutches his gut. I take advantage and knee him in the face, but he deflects my knee, twists my leg, and hits the back of my thigh with his fist. Excruciating pain reverberates throug
Chapter 39 - Epilogue“You better hurry, Princess, or we won’t make it on time.” Nevaeh runs down the stairs looking flustered, one shoe on her foot and the other in her hand. “You know we wouldn’t be late if you hadn’t distracted me in bed.”I give her a pleased smile. “If you didn’t like it, you should have said so.”She shakes her head. “You are such a bad boy, babe.”I kiss her lips and take her hand. “We better go before your father, and the others have my head,”I’m not joking either. Today is our graduation, and Mathias is coming to see Nevaeh and my b
Nevaeh “You look beautiful, princess,” Mikhail whispers in my ears as we sway to the music. I hold tightly to his shoulders and close my eyes as he places kisses across my neck and shoulder. I can’t believe it’s prom night and that I’m in my boyfriend’s arms. So many things have changed for me over the past year. Nine months ago, I was just a lonely girl with a messed up family who dreamt of a beautiful angel loving me. Who knew that my boyfriend would turn out to be that angel? Or that I’d find my soulmate? Definitely, not me. “I love you,” I pull my head back and mutter against Mikhail’s chin as he rains kiss
Mikhail “Jeez, hold your horses!” I call out at the sound of persistent knocking on my door. Nevaeh quirks a questioning brow as I untangle our bodies from our perch on the couch and approach the door. “Who would be knocking on our door and interrupt move night? It better not be Rowan.” She mutters with a note of annoyance. I shrug my shoulders and open the door. Mathias doesn’t hesitate to walk past me without a welcome. “Oh, hey Mathias, please come in,” I say sarcastically.&nb
Nevaeh “Ugh, I’m so glad we’re done moving everything in,” Mikhail puffs out a breath as he slumps on the bed beside me. I look around our small apartment and all of the boxes that need to be unpacked and quirk an amused brow. “It’s not like you weren’t strong enough to carry the boxes in. But I’m too tired to finish unpacking. I’ll do it tomorrow.” After my father sold the house, Azazel offered us the use of one of his apartment lofts, which we readily accepted. At first, I was hesitant about moving in with Mikhail because I felt that we were moving too swiftly, but I quickly realized that we’re soulmates. We’re meant to be together, and I love him beyond re
Hybrid Bonus Chapter 43 - Khail meets RowanMikhail I don’t know where I’m going, but I couldn’t stay there anymore. My body aches, reminding me of the beating I took from my foster father days ago. Lifting my shirt, I take a look at my back, using the reflection from a nearby window to check my wounds. My winged tattoos glow like beacons on my back, and any sign of damage is gone. This all began when wings sprouted from my tattoos. I don’t understand where the tattoos or the wings came from, but it scared my foster father enough to pray while he tried to cut them off. My body shudders at the memory. He called me evil and told me I was sent from hell as he cut them off, then proceeded to use his belt against my sensitive skin. As I rush through the grimy alleys, I ignore any residual
Mikhail Rowan and I shift in our seats impatiently as we wait for someone to speak to us. I look at Rowan, who moves closer to me. We’ve been living alone in our abandoned school bus for a while and were hustling money from people on the streets until one of the Council’s officers caught us and took us to one of the group homes. The Council members were not very happy to find out that I was a Hybrid. After reading Rowan’s book on Supernaturals and living on the streets for so long, I learned a lot about what I am. One being that Hybrids are not accepted in the Supernatural world. There aren’t many of us. In fact, I think I’m the only one of my species, and it seems that being a demon and angel hybrid is the worst you can be. In fact, when I went before the Council judge, the Council was debating whether or not I should be terminated. It has definitely been a crappy cou