Astaroth Mga Nobela at Kwento

The girl sat right in front of him tucking her hair behind her ear. “My name is Astray Hana. I serve as the head sister of this orphanage under the protection of the Temple of the Twin moons.” She glances at him again. "Astaroth, High Glaive lord of the Iron blood lotus at your service Lady Astray." Astaroth smiled. Astaroth’s Red horns gleaned with the sunlight despite his crimson eyes reflecting like that of a diamond. The two conversed for hours on end as if time was nothing more than an illusion for them they could only see each other and nothing more.

Everything pointed out that she was planning something so Dora quickly understood that he'd have to stay on his guard. "So... If we're finished here, I'm going to the reception room, sorry to not fulfill your wish." “Wait, one last thing, what is your name?” “Huh?” "We haven't been properly introduced yet, I am Freya Astaroth, and I allow you to refer to me as Freya only, now who are you?" Just as Dora was about to answer, a desperate voice sounded in his mind. "Don't say it!!! If she knows your name she will use her power of veto!"

Ethereal, beautiful, and god-like is the only way I can describe her. “Odiea?” I whisper with shock. I know who she is only because of how Lamia and Kellen have described her. I don’t second guess myself, I know this like I know my own body. I feel it. “What did you call my wolf?” She sighs and comes forward until she stands in front of me. Her boney hands folded in front of her. She tilts her head to the side. “That is a conversation you must have with your wolf. Astaroth was never meant to be. He was sent as a last effort by the moon goddess, to free her from the god of the underworld. His name is not important, he was sent as a protector. As you are a prote

Peace at last. I hear a hiss from the flames as an image appears in the smoke. Fuck, not now. I internally groan as a face I haven’t seen before appears, followed by those dazzling green eyes I couldn’t forget if I tried. “Astaroth, danger is coming for you. Act now before it is too late!” the flames hiss once more, the fire crackling as images appear before my eyes.

Selene had said I had saved Kane, so it seemed he might be a little out of the loop after all! "And how would you bring back Alpha Leigh?" I asked with a shake of my head, unable to believe I was even having this conversation. But believe I did when his eyes flashed with the vibrant red I had seen earlier when looking into Havoc's eyes. "Perk of the job." He nodded, holding his hand out to me. "My name is Astaroth. I am a Duke of hell and King of Chaos." He smiled warmly as if he hadn't just dropped a bloody bomb on me.

"Especially family members." "I could forcefully enter and you won't be able to stop me, you know that right?" I got up instantly, needing to see who it was at the door. I pushed open it, coming face to face with her. She doesn't need an introduction. Camila De Luca, a.k.a Belladonna. The De Luca's only daughter and a certified psychopath at heart. In our world, she was not to be trifled with. In other words, she was worse than even me, the devil's spawn.

More screams rent the air. "Who made you do it?" Scarlet asked again. I could hear the barest thread of pity for the woman she tortured. Knew my mate struggled not to allow her own mind to descend into the blackest of her own memories. "Asta," Aryn screamed. "That bitch forced me to do it." "What is your power?" Scarlet asked. Graysten answered. His face was pallid, his lips tight. "She's a water elemental. From the look of Ransom's lips, she probably sent ice through him."

Her steely gaze held disappointment and sadness. I don't give a damn, though. She can join the club. Bastian, a dragon shifter from the dragon realm, came to see me and his gaze held disappointment too. It also contained the added touch of anger, which I deserved. In my grief over the death of my beloved bride, I tried to kidnap Bastian's son, Ashrac. The human bride of Laryn, another of my dragon brothers, tried to stop me. I practically burned her to a crisp, incinerating most of her body. The horror of what I did haunts me, and forgiveness is not what I seek.

But after rising in rank, he became capable of such ruthless acts. Adrian was left speechless, and his emotions were indescribable. He didn’t know how to describe the person before him. Moreover, he could clearly feel that Astaroth exuded the aura of an astral daemon.

She didn't walk; she flowed like water. This was the Moon Goddess. When she spoke, her voice wasn't human. It was the sound of a thousand oceans crashing against the shore. She spoke in the sharp language I had seen in the ancient book, the tongue of the First Lycans. “Aethelgard, Maura-Vae,” she chanted, the words vibrating in my very bones. “The stars have bled for this moment. You are the bridge between the wolf and the light. You are the star that breathes in the dark.”