Ava's Demon Book 2 Novels & Stories

She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and pulled me closer to her. By the time we pulled away her pink lips we swollen from our fevered kisses. I could not hold back my smirk. She smiled shyly at me before gracefully crossing her legs and sitting on the floor. She patted the spot next to her, gesturing for me to do the same. I sat down next to her, albeit not as gracefully. Pulling the book from my hand, Arisa attempted to open it. I chuckled softly at her confused expression. "Only a demon can open the book." I reached over and easily opened it. Her little pout was adorable. The first few pages described the proceedings of the ritual. Every leader, or acting leader, of every demon family

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

Only because he is a fallen angel, everything is full of sad … But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given. The roots of the law controversy go all the way back to the fallen angel, Lucifer. He became a corrupt shadow of his former self - a fallen angel trusted neither by Heaven nor Hell. Demon awaiting the Fallen Angel Shaher's revival was killed in battle at the Hall of Corruption by Alphonse. While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering.

Blue lightning, tiny bolts of lightning that fluttered like streamers in the wind. "What a joke," grumbles the angel. Then he simply shoves the axe into the ground, opening a crack where the two sides of the blade break the ground. "What are you doing?" whispers Shandra. Desmon's eyes begin to turn as red as blood. His white wings spread open. "Now you will understand who you have messed with, you insignificant vermin." Dark red flames begin to fall behind him, very reminiscent of the small embers that Sam and Julian summoned when they were concentrating their own power. Desmon's debauched expression disappears, giving way to an unbelievable seriousness.

The door flung open in front of Arabella, and her heart skipped a thousand beats at once. Klaus Lavon kicked open his door in a fit of rage. His locks appeared to have been messed with. Once the iron barrier was out of his way, he matched into the room and turned to his right. Hell hath no fury like a demon scorned. He found Arabella surrounded by the four demons, one of them had the audacity to seize her by her neck. The hands of the demon dropped immediately Klaus locked eyes with him. But Klaus Lavon had since lost every sense of reasoning once he realized Arabella was in danger.

" , Ana asked the Demon Lord. His wicked smile spread across his face as he raised his hands, covered in the magic he had siphoned from Ava while she was unconscious. " It is, Lucifer told Ana. who smiled herself. Finally her father would be free, and there would definitely be hell to pay. He would seek to claim Ava, to make her queen, as were his plans, but Ana had a diffrent plan. There is no way in hell she would make it so Ava would be more powerful than her, expression magic or not. Ana had her own plan on how to murder her twin, and it will be her best plan yet!

I can’t stop hearing the demon’s word. Asha’ren… I swallow hard and grab another book, this one bound in cracked leather. The cover flakes under my touch. I open it carefully, scanning the pages. Symbols, rituals, and warnings. But none of it matches what I saw. None of it explains why demon arms rose from the ground to protect me, or why a demon spoke to me, or why I’ve been hearing that word in my dreams. I flip deeper into the book. A sketch catches my eye, and my breath stutters.

“And let me guess. Now that a true demon has appeared in this realm, I’m the main course on his menu?” “Precisely,” Enyeto said. “Your body is brimming with pure zhil vae. To a vhal liri, you are a walking battery of the very power he needs to fully bridge the gap between worlds. He wants to skin your essence and wear it.” “And what’s in it for us?” Kael asked, his posh accent returning with a sharp, sarcastic edge. “Aside from the pleasure of not being turned into a celestial tracksuit?”

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

He leans down and kisses me gently, the complete opposite of the rough fuck we just had. When he pulls away from me, he is smiling. "Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we should find some answers." He states as he pulls a chair of for me before sliding into one himself, grabbing the first book from the pile. "This is one of the first books written about Demonology. It's said to contain information dating back to the first demons and fallen angels." "Okay, so what are we supposed to do, read it?" I ask as I try to open the dusty old book, making a face when it won't open."