Asriel Vore Mga Nobela at Kwento

Damiel will be so disappointed in me before I even get to know each other better. Hailey walked towards the glowing needles and stretched his hand to pick them when a voice stopped him, and I would recognize that voice anywhere. “That’s mine, my love,” Ariel said. “Oh, I eventually wouldn’t need them though,” Hailey said, smiling. “They are easy to kill and you have to go unnoticed,” Ariel was beaming with joy before he leaned in to meet Hailey’s gaze. “Why don’t you like that?” Hailey’s eyes were wide open, seeing how crazy Ariel is. I actually do not feel shocked at all. I always had it somewhere in my head that no Voldov member is sane in the head.

She has never hated Selene’s creatures, but now, she could see what Aspa meant when she said that they were monsters; indeed, they are. Right before Hades could grow limp, Aron appeared from behind and attacked Asher, stabbing him with a spear. Hades dropped from his hand then, and Asher staggered back. It was an angelic warrior spear, and he could feel the strength he had gotten drastically draining. “Fuck,” he cursed, and placed his hand on the spear, although it hurt like hell, he yanked it out and dropped it on the ground. His blood-red eyes went to Aron, and he said, “You shouldn’t have done that.” He disappeared in the blink of an eye and appeared right in front of Aron, and kicked him

“From creatures that don’t exist anymore. Fae. Older beings. Magic that predates what we use now.” My chest tightens. “What kind of bond?” Her eyes flick back to Nyxara. Then back to me. “A soul bond.” Silence crashes into the room. “A what?” I ask, my voice quieter now—but far more dangerous. “It’s rare. Extremely rare. And from what I understand…” she hesitates briefly, then continues, “it links two beings on a level deeper than physical connection or mating bonds. It ties power. Strength. Life force.” My grip tightens at my sides.

~ARIEL~ I was finally back at home with Ashton's family after several grueling days spent with the Soul Keepers, during which I was constantly bombarded with their relentless orders and directives. I was exhausted from the constant demands. Being forced to endure their presence, witnessing Ashton and Hazel together every moment—it all drained me emotionally and physically. It felt as though life harbored a deep resentment against me, possibly justified given the lies I had spoken to Ashton and his family—the people who had warmly embraced me into their lives, offering genuine kindness and trust despite my deceit.

Above, the sky swirled with crimson clouds, Selene’s doing. And then The temperature dropped. Magic shifted. I turned just as a figure stepped through the veil of smoke. She wore Azaria’s face. But it wasn’t her. Not really. Her hair was longer, tangled with black mist. Her eyes glowed an eerie violet, void of warmth. Shadow Azaria. The puppet Selene crafted from curses and grief. She moved toward me slowly, head tilted. “Ashley,” she said, voice distorted like it came from a cracked mirror. “You’re in my way.”

Doreen decided to go and help but the tables turned around and they ended up insulting her. Every time she remembers that incident, she finds herself laughing though that time it was not a laughing matter. "What again?" Ariel asked. "I have stayed in my lane, why not stay in yours and leave me alone," she added. "Eat," he didn't reply but said a different thing. "I'm not hungry, I don't have the appetite," "I also don't have an appetite, that balances everything so let's have breakfast," he suggested sitting on the bed beside her. "What do you want from me? Why do you like playing with my mind?"

Hanging in front of my study room was a body with a gaping hole in its chest, upon closer inspection, I recognized the darkened face. Arya.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

She fell for him at that scene. “Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine.” John said, rehearsing his lines for the play of Tim Burton’s Corpse Bride. It was a big production and it was projected that many would come to the play, so John rehearsed to the fullest— even practising his singing parts. All the while, Auria was sitting at the front row of the theatre, watching John do his best at rehearsing. In her eyes, John looked so cool doing his best. He always does his best, one of the things that she likes about him.

"Suffer? Oh, dear Lisa, you still don’t see the bigger picture. Ace is not just a pawn; he’s the key. His mind, his blood—they hold the secrets to unlocking power you can’t even imagine." Lisa's breath caught in her throat. "What are you talking about?" Evelyn's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "The *Sopor Veritas*—it’s not just a plant, Lisa. It’s a doorway. When combined with the right elements, it can unlock the deepest recesses of the human mind, tapping into the power that lies dormant in all of us. Ace is special. He’s always been special, and with him, I can harness that power."