Belial Books Novels & Stories

May the Goddesses by with you through your life Blessed Be My blessed children Blessed Be. Ravenclaw Coven 0001 A.D.

“Elias? You home? I brought the beer I promised. Open up.” My stomach dropped straight through the floor. I was still naked, on my knees between Elias’s legs, his cock wet from my mouth. Cum was drying on my thighs. The room smelled like sex. Elias sat up fast. “Bathroom. Now.” I grabbed my clothes and ran. I didn’t even close the bathroom door all the way before I heard Elias pulling on sweatpants and walking to the front door. The sound of the lock turning felt like a gunshot. I stood in the dark bathroom, heart slamming, clothes clutched to my chest, and listened to my brother’s voice fill the apartment.

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

Had they really hardened their hearts so much towards the human race? “If you think this war will be limited to humans, you are gravely mistaken,” Caleb continued. “That war was begun by the Blacktide Coven. After they wipe out the humans, I assure you they will turn their full attention towards us, and towards all of our brother and sister covens throughout Manhattan—if not the country. It is the beginning of a full scale war.”

He tackled Belial, sending him skidding through the palace gates, earth splintering beneath them. But Belial only laughed. “This realm will fall,” he spat, breathing hard. “And you’ll lose her either way.” Dante’s wolf bared his teeth, then unleashed a blast of water from his jaws that sent Belial flying. For a moment—it was over. Belial stumbled back, his form flickering. He looked... weaker. The dark veins glowed brighter now, too bright, like he was being burned from the inside. “I’ll return,” he hissed. “And next time, I won’t come alone.”

"You summoned him to what, see if you could? How stupid. You don't know the damage you've caused." I run my tongue along the back of my teeth. "I don't care. It was worth it." Belial growls at me, his wings twitching behind him in irritation. "Worth it by letting half my armies be destroyed! I'll tell you what, witch. I've changed my mind. I will be dragging you down down to Hell with me. Perhaps once you're there, you'll soon realize the gift it was to be living up here. Clearly you are meant to be strung up on my rack."

I will be damned if I let some group of psycho’s turn me into a demonic, sadistic beast! “Dear Master, You can take your thoughts me joining your twisted band of psychopaths, and Kiss my ass! I will be King however, I will do it the right way, I have no plan to turn into A sadistic demon-like my ancestor Abner! He and his deranged wife deserved to be assassinated! I will never be like that! Bathilda is a twisted psycho, and I have no interest in Being a part of any group that she is connected with!

Belial laughed and belittled Jeremiah’s good intention, “you will never be one of us! Those who strayed from the righteous path and followed Armadale Brownfur’s teaching will never have a chance of redemption!” “That's why you need to listen to me, first!” Jeremiah yelled as he approaching Belial slowly, “I’ve never study the black arts, I never followed Armadale’s teaching—“ “Then why did you sign a contract with the damn book? That book will only corrupt you and lead you astray.”

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

She gave another kick and finally, she broke free. Just when she thought she could escape from the creature, another one grabbed her, then there’s two or three or four…they managed to pull her down. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the creatures underwater. Humans! Decaying but not dead. Men. Women. Kids. All she can see are thousands of faces wailing, reaching for her. They are all jerking their legs chained to the murky sea bed. It was useless to resist, their desperation to pull her down had overcome her will to live. She closed her eyes. So that was it. All those days and nights she had been fighting her dark thoughts have gone to waste. This is now her tragic death.