Novel & Cerita Angel Demon Romance Books

Only before we could reach our destination, a young woman dressed as a maid suddenly crossed our path, instantly making a deep bow once her eyes landed on the archangel holding my hand. “Master Azrael,” She quietly said, right before she swiftly straightened back up, continuing her path afterwards. Again this master bullshit! I stopped for a few moments, curiously watching her, totally annoyed already before I quickly averted my attention back to him. “Why the hell do they call you guys “master”? Is Luc into some weird BDSM shit or something?” He let out a small laugh, obviously amused by my unusual question, lightly shaking his head, “No. They’re punished demons.”

Her fingers brushed his cheek, still warm but pale, and something inside her cracked. Tears began to slip from her eyes—slow, silent, and heavy. She hovered over him, her chest heaving, her mind screaming. Please... don’t die on me. But across the room stood the devil himself. DANTE. Unbothered. Cold. Detached. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t even look at Damon bleeding to death. Instead, he stood before the wall like it was a gallery—staring at the photographs of her. His fingers held a cigarette lazily, smoke curling into the dim air like poison.

"So why did you call me...son? Do you want to get a sister, perchance? From the black-haired one?" I shook my head, but Martha didn't let me answer, interrupting me. "Don't play games with the child, ye demon." "If he summoned me, he's not a child anymore, he's a necromancer," the demon's logic made sense. "You may call me Argadon, boy." "I'm Alex. Alexander Leonard Radenor. "Radenor... Is it a country in this world?" "Yes," I said. "Shouldn't you know this?"

"And I don't want to hear anyone complaining. "Oh, no, Elena "mumbled Zylah at the same time. "Again "City of Angels"? It's the third time this week. "I love this movie," said Anne, a dreamer. "It's sad, but it's beautiful. The way the angel sacrifices his immortality to stay with the human. It's the kind of fantasy I'd really like to live in real life. "Oh, cut that one. I would much prefer there to be a movie in which a demon falls in love with a human. This is a story that is worth living "contraposed Zylah with visible skepticism.

His hands gripped my waist tightly as he backed me up against his desk. I kissed him back with just as much desperation, my hands fisting in his shirt. This kiss was different from the others. It was angry, emotional, and raw. Like we were both trying to prove something. Damian lifted me onto his desk without breaking the kiss, pushing my skirt up around my waist. He yanked my panties down roughly and freed his cock, stroking himself once before thrusting into me in one deep, hard stroke. I cried out, my hands gripping his shoulders.

The towering spires of Ravenshadow loomed in the distance, a comforting silhouette in the vast wilderness. "You seem more at ease than yesterday. Another visit to Barbara, I presume?" Xerxes observed, staring on the horizon, his tone casual yet probing. The image of Mira moaning, twisting in his arms earlier that night, flashed in Daemon's mind. He shook his head to clear it. "No, but you are right. I have fed." "How many? Ten? Twenty?" A hint of concern laced his words. "That must have been...stressful." If it were anyone else, Daemon would have let the conversation die. "One. A girl," he confessed, the memory of her taste still vivid on his tongue.

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

He leans down and kisses me gently, the complete opposite of the rough fuck we just had. When he pulls away from me, he is smiling. "Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we should find some answers." He states as he pulls a chair of for me before sliding into one himself, grabbing the first book from the pile. "This is one of the first books written about Demonology. It's said to contain information dating back to the first demons and fallen angels." "Okay, so what are we supposed to do, read it?" I ask as I try to open the dusty old book, making a face when it won't open."

They were amazed at what a beautiful monster Yennifer is especially her white fur which glows under the full moon Luna. They all saw that only a few Canids are fighting so all of them began to shifts. Dave could still turn into an ugly beast so he closes his eyes and bit his lower lip until blood came out and he licks it. Black smoke began to cover him until an ugly beast howls. Adoneram shifted himself into a demon too in just one blink of an eye. Alexis, the vampire hunter called all the vampires to follow him in the attacks. Yennifer saw them and she felt happy inside that her boyfriend came to rescue them. Now, she was approaching fiercely to Zeta Hathorn.

Crouching down to his level Damian smirked viciously as he tapped his gun on his chin as if he was thinking. "You know what I forgot about you trying to force her. Thanks for reminding me. Let me tell you a story I read, a novel actually." Damian smiled making the guy in front of him tremble two times. "In a Chinese novel which I read there used to be a villainess. A villainess who's desperate for the main lead. She tried to humiliate, hurt and kill the female lead. When nothing worked she tried to drug the male lead and tried to sleep with him. But we already know that the female lead would never let it happen. As usual the villainess is punished you know how? Guess it."