Romans & histoires Asriel Vore

If the rumours are true, I know Asher must have some. "You know the immortal lands are no place for her," Asher mutters in reply, turning his back as of to expel all of the conversation. It left an awkward air between us, even as Aspen continues to fight his brother, who has walked to a cupboard hitched up on the wall. He opens it, pulling out a small crystal glass and an unfamiliar type of alcohol in a blue bottle. "She can help us, you know that," Aspen exasperates. Asher doesn't say anything, as he pours a drink, and turns back around. His persona from serious, has molded into one of amusement, as his eyes gleam testily.

“Get straight to the point.” Carson said, “Sir Ares is the crown prince of Imperial Capital, Young Master, whereas you’re Yorks Stronghold’s young master. You both have equally unrivaled good looks and outstanding talent, but why did you suffer a crushing defeat? That’s because you don’t have two extremely intelligent sons like Sir Ares.” Cole mulled it over. That made sense. Jay was majestic and impressive in Yorks Stronghold only because the twins, Jenson and Baby Robbie, were working together.”

"I will never reject you! Not until the day I die!" A bitter laugh escaped me. “Then choose. Only one of us gets to live.” I pulled a silver dagger from my belt. The blade hissed against my palm, searing my flesh. Kaelen’s eyes widened in horror. He lunged forward and snatched the dagger from me. He pulled me into a tight embrace. “Elara, just listen to me!” I shoved him away. "Listen to what? How you broke our vow?" "I'll handle it," his voice softened. "Sera and the baby—I'll make them disappear. You'll never see her again."

We really needed Ashina. She was not the kind to entirely rely on a man. No damsel in distress, just a knight! She was blessed by our Moon Goddess and I was very well aware that she would be a powerful werewolf one day. How I had wished that she would be Boris’ Luna. Together they could conquer and rule. “Your Highness, here comes the raven,” Craig gestured to me. The raven was one of us. He had been working for my bloodline. “The situation is deteriorating. Alpha Boris need more assistance, urgently.”

Restore what was lost. You are the future of Aurelian House. You are the future of the dragons. And the ember remembers. I will be with you, always. Seraphine Aurelian

Azriel said, turning to face me, “she's going to be your private aide from now on.” “A private aide? Why? I don't need one!” I rose to my feet, turning away from him. “Leave us!” He ordered them. When they left, Azriel came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as he buried his face in my mark, causing my body to shudder.

His breathing laboured. “I still can't understand how you can fall for a pathetic beggar like her after being my blood?” Asael gritted his teeth, hearing Ziven's words but Ezrene tightly held back his hand because she knew Ziven was trying to instigate him and it was working. Asael was snapping out of his control. “Girls like her aren't even worth being our blood’s mistresses and you fell for her?” Ziven said, making Asael growl. He was about to charge towards Ziven but Ezrene wrapped her both hands around his palm to stop him.

Valor stopped and took a deep breath before continuing to paint Ashriel. “I was against Meredith’s decisions, Atarah. I never want to leave. I never want to leave her side, but I have no choice. She used her highest seal to send me here.” Ashriel’s eyes widened as she blinked her eyes a couple of times. “Grandpappy…” Her expression changed as Valor seriously listened. “I used my highest seal to command Carsillion to do something as well.” Ashriel said with a low, guilty tone. Valor almost fell from his chair as he burst into laughter.

His mouth did not move—but every one of them heard him speak. > “You woke me too late.” Aria stepped forward, the crystal pulsing wildly. “You’re a Voice.” “I was,” he said. “Now, I am the Ash.” Valeska’s voice trembled, not with fear—but respect. “Vorran.” He looked at her. Recognition sparked. “I remember you, frost one.” Aria took another step. “Come with us. You don’t have to burn alone.” But Vorran’s face twisted. “He came to me first. He bound my flames. Buried me in this cursed place. I fought him… and lost.”

I want him to look me in the eye and command his white smoke to eat him, and immediately his white smoke attacks him. “Aahhhh!!!” I heard him shouting. He tried to fight back but he can’t fight anymore, because it is his smoke attacking him that makes him weak. Not me. I know it is painful for him to be attacked by his energy, but I have no choice. He is unstoppable, that is why he needed to be stopped, and that is what I am doing. I made him look at me because I want him to see that it is not an illusion like what he did. It is real, his white smoke is attacking him for real, ready to kill him and little by little his light is shutting down and he is getting weak. I am absorbing his energy.