Asmodeus Lust Novels & Stories

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

As she looked up, her breath caught in her throat because the man had a devilish grin playing in his lips and his gray eyes looking right into her soul, promising her the storm that was about to come. She inhaled his musky scent with the mixture of the wine and immediately, she regretted it. It was so addictive and she felt herself wanting for more. His face was so near that she couldn't help but be intoxicated by him. She gulped. "Let me clear one thing, Stacy," he said with a deep, authoritative voice, "I have paid for you already so, you are mine for this night."

"How could you? If you hurt Kira and my children, I will kill you. Not even their hair must you touch violently." "So, you're really obsessed with this water spirit? What did you see in her for goodness sake? I thought everything was lust to you. You told me then, that you're lusting on your bestfriend, you want to have her and all that. But i don't understand what this lust is turning too. Daniel, are you that stupid? I love you for crying out loud! I tried to show my affection for you when she can't but you won't even look at my side." "That lust has turned to love, Nina. Release her and my kids. No matter how you use her or my kids to threaten me, i won't show love you. I don't love you i

She didn't know how long she remained that way, watching the the fishes swim. "Are you done staring or you'd like to remain there forever." Lesley jerked at the voice, a deep masculine voice and she twirled sharply. A soft gasp escaped her mouth and a thousand butterflies somersaulted in her tummy as she stared at the demi god seated on a couch. . . . . .

“This is Alpha Tiberius Augustus Apollion. He’s made the very generous offer to buy Austerus Luscinia and privately fund it, indefinitely.” Delphine swallows nervously as he takes her hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Alpha Tiberius. I am Omega Delphine Wisteria Pollux.” “The pleasure is all mine, you are a sun in the expanse of stars. Shining brightly and without equal,” Tiberius flips her hand around to press a kiss to her scent gland on the inside of her wrist.

I could hear the lust that coated every sound I made. “You know what you’re doing, don’t you?” He asked, catching up with my naughty intentions. I couldn’t move my hips again, instead, my fingers got to work on his chest, scraping my nails all over his skin and teasing where hair gathered in his chest. His hair was as curly there as it was on his head, looking at him from up close made him look younger and more handsome. His eyes had a fire, need, want, and a bit of vulnerability. My nails scraped over one nipple by accident, but when I felt his abs tighten beneath me in response, I wanted to do it again.

She stood up from her chair and stretched her arms up the air, "I'm calling off the vampires now. Pull your legions back as well. Get ready to leave." "No." Monique insisted, "I can still do something about this. We can call--" "Me." Asmodeus appeared in the darkness, looking more morose than he had been for centuries. After his embarrassing attempt at capturing Tina and the others, he had been laying low, nursing his pride and unable to face Lilith. "I heard what's happening, and I would like to make it up to you," he said. Monique laughed at him, "Oh, please. You? What can you offer me that will turn the tables now, huh? You're about as useless as a rat."

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

A demon. No question. No mistake. “Do you know who I am?” The voice seemed to come from everywhere at once. It filled the air, the stone, the space inside my lungs. Elena didn’t flinch. Her fear pulsed in her chest, fast but contained, like she’d rehearsed this moment in her mind and already accepted what it would cost. “The King of Hell,” she said softly. “Asmodeus.” The name struck through me like lightning. Asmodeus. I’d heard it whispered before, in half-remembered texts and hushed stories that even the powerful avoided repeating. The King of Lust. The Lord of Wrath. A being whose name was a curse and a temptation both.

“This is the prince of hell himself. The sacrifices… it was all for him. To bring him here. To bring about the end of your world.” Asmodeus inclined his head slightly, his smirk widening as he took a slow, deliberate step forward. His gaze flicked to me, and I felt the weight of his scrutiny like a physical force, as though he could see through my wolf form, peeling back the layers of my being. “And what have we here?” he mused, his tone almost amused. “A wolf… no, something more. A hybrid.” He chuckled softly, the sound low and mocking. “And a powerful one at that. Fascinating.”