Asriel Vore Novels & Stories

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.

I was in the enemies’ territory right now, anything could happen. ‘Maybe Dawn is no longer what you need,’ sneered Ares. “Shut up,” I growled under my breath as I made my way back into the party. The fact that Soren had Valeriya Sinclair wrapped in his hands only a matter of minutes after they were acquainted was bad enough. Soren was one of those bulky guys with a surly expression on his face. He loved to mingle with others, boasting about his achievements and kills. He was selfish and had no compassion for others. More reasons why I was glad I’d never been associated with him before. But right now, I wished I knew more about him so I could be sure that he wouldn’t be too rash to actually k

“That’s Caelum Virellian. He’s from a family of frost mages, if the hair didn’t give it away. Ice in his veins. Literally.” Caelum didn’t so much as blink. Aurel moved on. “Girl with the glasses? That’s Selene Asterhold. She’s got the highest theoretical scores in this year’s intake. Don’t argue with her. You’ll lose.” Selene didn’t look up from her book, but her lips curled into a faint smirk. Aurel jabbed a thumb toward the brown-haired guy now leaning slightly forward with interest. “That one’s Thorn Revell. Friendly. Reads people a little too well for comfort. Don’t let the nice smile fool you—he’s got layers. Like poison in a pie.”

The air here was stagnant, smelling of the metallic tang of the Blood-Seal. Vorax was waiting. He was no longer the proud High Alpha of the Shadow-Stalkers. The ruby seal he carried was literally fusing with his chest, its dark veins crawling up his neck and into his eyes. He had sacrificed his identity to become a living transmitter for the Dread-Tide’s magic. "Mother of the False King," Vorax hissed, his voice sounding like two stones rubbing together. "You’ve come to witness the end of the line." "I've come to put down a dog who forgot his place," Selene said. She didn't shift. She pulled a vial of Moon-Water—the distilled essence of the World Tree’s purity—and coated her claws in it.

the dragon seemed to roar Ariet name for a long time only to receive a calm and full of gratitude look from the strongest Archmage of the world Ariet L'Caster. "Elish doesn't be too foolish to believe in the Raziel ... Take care of our Aysha; she is very naive... Ciel is a good person... you should value him more... Ah, at least were you who ended this torment... I can die in peace now..." Ariet voice was too soft and let a warm sensation, but every few phrases, he vomited blood, that is a painful image.

Like it wasn’t just his anymore. Like something older stood inside him, watching through his eyes. The flamevine in his hand bloomed, without being touched. Its petals shimmered with names not yet spoken. Kael’s voice came first, low, unsure. “You’re not just Azriel anymore…” Azriel looked down at his hands. The vine. The light. The stillness. He nodded, voice quiet. “No,” he said. “I’m what came before him.” The wind stirred—soft, reverent.

Zein had already taken off the kimono that was originally attached to Violet's body, sucking on her breasts. "Do you really want to see us go through the second round?!" "From now on, you're not my friend anymore. I really regret to know you, Violet." Cherry said with a quevering voice. "Yes, exacy, we are never be friend," Violet said loudly. She deepened her suck on Zein's bosom until she left a reddish mark there. Violet really did it without shame. Not wanting to take too long with disgusting sight, Cherry abandoned two animals in human bodies. Before leaving, she looked at the two of them with a look of hatred. "You're both going to take the concequnces. Remember, karma's really exist!"

While I was sorting out the pages, I suddenly read the name Arie, so I tried to read it out of curiosity. It was a tale about one of the twin goddesses named Arie. She was born with both the power of the sun and the moon within her, despite being the daughter of Lev, the minor god bearing the power of the sun. There were tales stating that she and Ayla were both children of Sephtis when he pretended to be Lev before he was sent to the Abyss. It is due to the fact that they both possess the insignia of the moon on their foreheads. However, she also possesses the insignia of the sun, and her appearance is clearly a replica of that of the first ruler.