Ales Of Demons And Gods นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

Magic meant to confuse, delay, distract. "Shield your minds," Caelum warned, his voice firm. "It feeds on hesitation." They pressed on, ignoring the illusions that curled like fog at their feet. Images blinked at the corners of their vision—a child crying, a woman laughing, flames rising. Lies. Dante was the first to break through, stepping into a chamber carved in a circle, its center a ritual pool now drained and filled with black candles. Bones, clean and white, lined the walls like offerings. He scanned the room. No Emilia. But the magic was stronger here. She'd been through this space—recently.

Up on the high wooden auction platform, Kaelen stood like a god. He was dressed in his formal Alpha leathers, the thick black fur collar making his shoulders look impossibly broad. And clinging to his arm, wearing my heavy winter cloak, was Selena. She looked down at me, her perfect porcelain face twisted into a mask of manufactured pity, while her fingers stroked Kaelen’s chest possessively.

And he was sturdy. He was not a creature whoever behind in love, but he has to find her soon. His deep and dark blue eyes seem to glow in brightness and his skin looks like the color of anger and death with thin but bright full pink lips made him even more attractive. His all-black wings pour out the darkness that always kept appearing and disappearing. Overall, he has everything that every girl desires and yes, every female demon worship the ground he walks on. He always used that opportunity to fulfill his lust and sinful desires and after that for only to kill them the next day.

As if! “So in a nutshell, you're a demon?” I asked with a smug look on my face. Cameron shook his head, “Dark gods can summon demons and evil spirits, to do whatever they want. So no, demons are beneath dark gods” Wow. I was shook. How come Crescent moon conquered the seven hells once when seven hells was clearly filled with dark gods that could easily summon all sorts of spirits with dark energy? No wonder Draco got Cameron eyes. His gene was just too strong as a dark god.

“The ones your mother used to tell you and your brothers when you were younger?” “Which ones?” Alex pushed further, leaning against the bookshelf, unsure of where this conversation was headed. He had never seen this side of his father. “The ones of the old Gods and Goddesses,” Kevin chimed in, his eyes distant as he stared out of the window, looking at the sunset. “The Old Gods?” Alex repeated a confused look clouding his eyes. “Yes, like Odin, Loki, Eir, Freya...” Kevin answered, “do you remember the ones I’m talking about? Do you know the stories?”

To think that of all books that went missing, it would be that one. Lord Inveja: What book are you talking about? Lord Gula: Centuries back when the fight between Exorcist and Demons was really on heat and fights would always happen from time to time, demons in search of power have done lots of things to acquire it. Going through rough training that brings them that close to death, exceeding their own limits and also by committing taboo and such. Ban: Taboo??? Lord Gula: Mm that is right. Taboo here means killing of one's kind for means to become stronger. There are various methods of doing that. It's like creating a drug or something you humans would like to call such things. Here we use th

They… were being tied up by a group of monsters, drenched in blood, and being sold as food on the streets— “Come, take a look! Fresh human meat! We have live humans too! Rare quality flesh! Does anyone want some?” “One dollar for five hundred grams! Just one dollar for five hundred grams! You won’t regret spending here! We’re honest sellers…” The voice came from that very street, shocking Alex and Maximilia to the core. The one yelling was not human. It had a sharp mouth and the cheeks of a monkey, along with a whole body of fur. Despite that, he was wearing clothes. Upon a closer inspection, they realized that this guy was actually a beast demon, a weasel. There seemed to be a lot of such d

Cold sweats started to form on my forehead not because of the temperature of the surrounding but because of the agony within me. According to legends, Satanel was the name given to the demon that wrecked havoc in the paradise made by gods while there was a meeting in the Divine Council held at the Sky Palace. He annihilated half of the god realm that led to the downfall and demise of some angels and minor deities. He was the opposite force of creation: destruction. Moreover, those who survived his attack submitted to him and joined his legion, resulting to a great loss in the side of the gods. My train of thoughts were cut off when the announcer’s voice echoed in the whole area.

Myla frowned. “What do you mean by that?" Henry grinned. “The Alpha King isn't known to be a monster for nothing. He hardly buys human slaves but the ones he had bought in the past are all dead. Rumor has it that his demon feeds on them at night but don't worry, you'll get to experience that soon" Myla's eyes widened. What an atrocity! That can't be true, can it? Before she could think more on that, Henry grabbed her roughly and tied her hands with chains which ended up hurting her wrist.