บททั้งหมดของ The Beginning : บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

Starting with Briseis. I kissed her on her forehead then softly on her lips. Briseis unexpectedly kissed me back. Her lips molded to mine. Parting to allow my tongue in her mouth. She tasted of peppermint and sunshine. Briseis deepened our kiss hungry for more. Running her hands down my front to cup my sex. Sliding my hands down her body, I cupped her ass. She moaned into my mouth. My fangs elongated. Scraping them along her lower lip drawing blood. Her blood tasted so sweet. I pulled my head back, trying to clear my head. "Briseis you don't have to do this. All I need is a simple blood exchange" Briseis responded by grinding her sex against my leg wanting more. Grabbing my head, she kissed me again. Something in me just gave in, I stopped holding myself back. Moving her robes to the side. I found her slick folds. Using her juices, I rubbed her clit. Grinding harder against my hand. I broke our kiss, she was breathing heavy. I could scent the lust from her and from my other guardians

Walking over to Dean, I kissed him. His mouth opened, deepening our kiss. Our naked flesh rubbing against the other. "Sit for me please," I demanded, doing as I asked I placed my hands on his shoulders and lowered myself on his cock. I rode him hard; I didn't want soft and sweet. Michael was soft and gentle. Only Michael was allowed to make love to me. This was just fucking.Grabbing his head, I brought him to my neck so he could mark me. On instinct, he sank his fangs into my throat. And sucked hard. He held me close while still fucking me. Feeding on me. My own fangs elongated, and I bit his shoulder. Our blood had finally mixed, and both of us came. My crest appeared, and the final color appeared. Silver. My wings flared out a new kind of feather was added. Feathers that looked like pure silver. How pretty.The crest burned into Dean's chest over his heart. He screamed in pain. Power swirling around Dean. He was lifted off the ground and rose in the air. As his change took place, I

When they reached Ramiel and me. I cut their hands and mine mixing their blood with my once again. I said the enchantment and slammed my hand into the walls. Yellow and purple added to the living fire beneath the walls. Okay, guys, this is your home now. Go choose a room. Ramiel stayed behind; "So did you like your kiss?" Shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly. "It was okay could use some work. I guess we'll have to practice." I motioned my head to the fortress "Go."I can't believe my behavior. Never had I let the demon control me like that. She gave in to her wild side. In battle, I lived in her blood lust. Obviously, she needs more from me. And she wasn't done; she wanted more. My grief fed her, she overpowered my two other halves, and I was okay with that. She was gluttonous, I was okay feeding her whatever she wanted, anger, grief, sex she could have it all. Michael was dead because I wasn't strong enough to work through Luci's spell. Had I killed Luci when I had the chance he'd at

The year is 1139 AD. Over millennia has passed. Most of that time spent was bringing terror to the human race and defying my parents. A hundred years or so after the murder of Michael and no sign of any new guardians. I lost hope and figured my Parents had taken more from me trapping here on earth. I was once known as a sign of hope and faith for the humans. Guiding them to The Veil, teaching them, showing them what my parents had to offer — having my guardians guide them to the door of The Veil so that the souls of the dead could rest in peace. I even went as far as to create new angels here on earth; their only purpose was to guide the souls that went to The Veil. We killed demons and fallen alike in the name of the great Father and Mother God, wiped out cities drowning in corruption like Pompeii. For what? I was feeling lost. I prayed to my parents for guidance, for strength, to let me know I was making them proud. My prayers went unanswered, or should I say ignored. I was, no I s

Abaddon was fun. He made me forget who I was. There was no pain weighing me down. Death was our favorite game. His deep-set silver empty eyes, long black hair, and a body built like a god; with a huge cock, that really helped. It made me forget a lot of things when we weren’t killing. For the first time in a long time I was free from all the responsibilities forced on me; free from the rules, obligations and my constant companion heartbreak. Ornias who I also recruited joined us ninety percent of the time. When she was around me I forced her to shift into Michael. For a time I had a Michael back, she had a lot of his mannerisms down. He trained her after all. She knew warrior Michael. She didn’t know his other side. The side that was meant just for me. The side I craved the most. That ended up being her downfall in the end. The urge to slice her neck open, when she dropped the facade of being Michael was deathly strong. It wasn’t long before my guardians were able to escape from the