Asia Argento Highschool Dxd Novels & Stories

"Do you see? You want to break him because you can't fathom his value. Look at him, Arga. His skin is reacting to your aggression. He’s overclocking." Arga ignored him, his focus entirely on Anji. The sensory input of the room had narrowed to just them—the sweat, the sharp musk of chemical release, the heavy, vibrating air. Arga dipped his head, pressing his lips hard against the junction of Anji’s neck and jaw. The skin was blistering hot. When Arga’s teeth grazed the pulse point, Anji let out a high-pitched, jagged moan, his entire body liquefying under the contact. It was raw, ugly, and overwhelmingly potent.

“Don’t you feel it? My body… it’s burning.” Clutching the edge of the table for support, I tried to stop my trembling. “This… this isn’t normal. Something’s wrong…” Argantara gritted his teeth, then suddenly grabbed a glass bottle from the table. Without hesitation, he smashed it, and a sharp shard sliced across his left arm. “Argan!” I screamed in shock. Fresh blood streamed down his arm. He winced, but his gaze grew slightly clearer. “I… need the pain to fight this heat inside me.”

Dario and I turn, coming face-to-face with an irate, Argent. Dario quickly removes his hand and gives me an apologetic grimace before he takes a step back. “I should go.” He mutters. Argent’s lip curls into a sneer. “Yes, please leave.” As soon as Dario disappears out of sight, I turn to Argent, ready to berate him for his rudeness. However, I don’t get the chance because Argent crushes his lips against mine and kisses me hard. Groaning with pleasure, I wrap my arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. His heat envelopes me as his hands roam over my body. Breathless, I cling to his neck and tangle my tongue with his. After a moment, we break apart and look intently into each other’s eyes. “D

“Of course, I'm going through a lot. Everyone is a thorn in my side. I try to pull them out, but I can’t. They’re too deep. That’s why I came here—to forget. Just for a moment.” “What happened?” he asked, his voice gentle, almost coaxing. I turned to him, my vision slightly blurred. “Who are you?” “Ares Argento,” he replied smoothly. The name meant nothing to me. “Doesn’t ring a bell,” I said, pouring myself another glass. He laughed, the sound low and almost condescending. “You're the only one in this realm that doesn't know me. But that's fine. That makes it a lot more interesting which makes it better.”

The altar was about two metres wide and crimson in colour, its surface was covered with many intricate lines that gave a sense of vertigo if been stared at for long, along the circumference were twelve profound and mysterious runes. The alter served many purposes but in this instance it was used to test the bloodline of the child, if he wasn’t a pure Hunter then the alter wouldn’t even make the slightest reaction no matter what was done, apart from that it was used in testing one’s talent, after the person’s blood has been dropped at it’s very center the lines will light up with crimson light followed by the runes, the number of runes one was able to light up will correspond ones’ talent, li

Shaking his head softly still in shock, he murmured, “maldito hombre, lo has conseguido malo.” Back in the house, right after Andrew had slumped on the floor dead, Drago rushed to the screaming Ava and wrapped her up in his arms protectively before turning to his men, “someone is attacking, we need to get out of here. There is no need looking for whom, we have got what we came for.”

Whatever this conversation is, he doesn’t want me to hear. “We have to stop it though, right?” another Alpha says, a frown upon their rather immaculate features. Their skin is what bothers me the most about them. Always so perfect and youthful. I believe it’s Grayson, with those distinguishing stormy grey eyes. “There has to be a cure.” “A cure? Unlikely,” Alden quickly reprimands. The smartest man in the room.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

Her hands were clenched at her sides, her dark red nails trembling faintly as she fought to contain her anger. Opposite her, Dragon leaned casually against an antique wooden desk, his cold gray eyes gleaming with cunning. He wore a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tattooed chest, and dark trousers complemented by a leather belt with a gleaming silver buckle. His silver watch caught the faint light, and his tousled black hair gave him an air of unrestrained danger. "Enough, Dragon!" Jenny exclaimed, her voice choked as her luminous eyes radiated fury. "Can't you stop your ridiculous games for just one moment?!"