Romans & histoires Asriel Vore

Soren – POV Before Raisel Wakes Up and Finds Soren’s Secerts Soren’s POV I couldn’t sleep. My mind was racing, but not with nightmares or restless thoughts. Raisel was here—sleeping in my arms, her body pressed against mine, warm and soft. It was surreal. I had to pinch myself to believe this wasn’t just a dream. She was right here. I brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, revealing her delicate features as she slept peacefully. Her skin, pale and flawless, was marked by love bites—my marks, claiming her as mine.

Chapter 8 : No way out. The next day in the morning, Asher received the visit of Vixel, his childhood friend. As the son of a beta of Aric the lycan king, Vixel had had the privilege of growing up with Asher and receiving the same education as him. Asher was sitting on his bed and lost in thought when Vixel entered the room after knocking on the door without Asher reacting. "Hey! Hi bro." Vixel threw at Asher, slapping him on the cheek. "How are you doing?"

They were ready to rip his throat out at any given moment. “I think I’m fine,” I told him. “I never want to speak to you again for as long as I live.” “You dumb whore,” Vesper snarled. “Have fun warming their beds, Thea.” Soren moved so quickly, I didn’t even see him until he was next to me tackling Vesper to the ground. The vampire clawed at Soren, but he was too strong. He slammed Vesper to the ground again, and Ash appeared next to him to help.

Danika The kill order changed everything. Lev just issued a kill order on both of you. Effective immediately. Maksim’s voice had gone flat and final in the earpiece. Kazimir stayed buried inside me in the back seat of the stolen car for three more heartbeats, forehead pressed to mine, both of us still breathing hard from the high-speed escape and the way he had fucked me until the windows fogged. Then he pulled out, fixed his trousers, and climbed back behind the wheel without a word. The industrial night sat heavy and quiet around us. My father’s signature on a kill order meant every Voronin resource—every safe house, every driver, every man who had ever taken his money—was now a potential

he shot back, then added with a wink, “but thanks for the vote of confidence.” “His name,” Seren said suddenly. “It’s Azrael.” We all turned toward her. “I heard it in the echo of the chamber after he left. Not just his name, but his titles. Azrael, the Ashborn. Azrael, Flame Unyielding.” Lazriel looked rattled. “Ashborn… that wasn’t a name. It was a prophecy. A warning, scrawled in one of Sariyah’s oldest grimoires. She burned the page herself.”

Dean Withers. He is older, but not frail. Not even close. His jet black hair combed neatly away from his face, his uniform pressed to perfection, and a golden crest of Aetherion Academy pinned over his heart. A loyal servant of Elarion. A loyal servant of Aeron- the man responsible for throwing me into Skyless Keep. "Miss Thalorien," he says warmly, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please, sit." I don't. His smile does not falter, but something sharp flickers behind his eyes.

It took the right-hand man a few minutes to recover from the shock of what he saw. Hastily he called the other soldiers and instructed them to dispose of the bodies. In the Were kingdom, Iris is troubled. She doesn't know when Asael would come and how much damage he would inflict upon the kingdom. Even though all the soldiers are ready to face the Nephilim, she is worried. Asael is not like his son, who is an amateur. He is strong and cannot be killed easily. So she worried what kind of Strome he would inflict upon the Were kingdom.

I knew that he couldn't fight this super-fueled fucker alone, but I wasn't sure how to fight Eric's powers either. Asriel stepped forward, streaming his magic straight at Eric. His attack pushed Eric back and made him stumble, but it didn't cause any greater damage. "You are no match for me!" Eric thundered, sending the smoke-like energy straight at Asriel and me. The dark essence wrapped around us. It felt like acid pouring out onto the skin. I roared, fighting against the scorching pain it caused. I was back on my feet a moment later, but Asriel stayed down. My gaze drifted to where he was lying. He turned pale. Blood streamed from his lips, and his chest barely heaved. I knew that if Eric

[Aysel] Alessia and I race towards the palace. What the hell is wrong with Azriel? First, he asks Kai to practically throw me out of the premises and now he is trying to kill Aiden. I feel too overwhelmed to even think about whether or not the wolfsbane is responsible for this. Damn. We reach Aiden’s office and Alessia cries out as we find Azriel choking him to death. Aiden’s eyes have almost bulged out at this point.

It's definitely them. " What are you still waiting for, get the guys ready," Asriel said before he stormed out of the room into his special weapons store. He had picked his favourite toy, a small rifle that fitted perfectly into his hand, with only one bullet in it, that was how he operated, one bullet for the person who deserved it most. Two choppers flew side by side in the middle of the night as they headed towards a forested area far away from the capital. Asriel had warned the Scorpions for a long time having once meddled in his business, stealing his goods and blocking his passage. Right now they had hit his nerve, and the end wouldn't be so nice. He would wipe them all out.