Dess X Asriel Novels & Stories

"Don’t you dare bleed on me again." Dax’s hand shot out, locking around my wrist and hauling me into the V of his legs. His free hand didn't hesitate, it slid right under my dress, cupping me with a heavy, proprietary grip. "You're a fucking angel, Astrella," he rasped, his breath hot on my skin. "I’m going to reward you for this later."

Develops an obsessive love towards Eliora. THE NOBLEST TRIAD: • Archaios 'Hellios' Sarmiento • Eliora 'Crimson Leroux' Castleion • Knythe Damien 'Thyne' Aviar THE TWELVE DESCENDANTS: *The following names are written based on their ranking.* • Bullet Sephtis 'Prime' Aviar • Azrael Tyrese 'Celestia' Sato • Sebastian Aries 'Pierce' Cohen • Marcelina 'Vixen' Farren

I told her. "Dex and Ash will keep your body safe as you do. Dex, that boy's a succubus, use your siren to keep his hormones from releasing. Ash, you'll have to fight the dragon, because only another dragon can hurt dragon scales." I told them, giving out orders I knew would benefit us.

Crystal turned back and noticed her pout. She set down her glass of vodka. “Not enjoying the show?” Arya shook her head. “Mm.” “Why?” “I miss him.” “Your father?” Crystal asked, taking a sip of her drink. “No. It’s Daxiel.” Crystal’s brows shot up in confusion. “Who is Daxiel?” “The handsome man I told you about.” Crystal choked on her drink. “What?!” “You miss a man you’ve only known for a few hours?”

Dean Withers. He is older, but not frail. Not even close. His jet black hair combed neatly away from his face, his uniform pressed to perfection, and a golden crest of Aetherion Academy pinned over his heart. A loyal servant of Elarion. A loyal servant of Aeron- the man responsible for throwing me into Skyless Keep. "Miss Thalorien," he says warmly, gesturing to the chair across from him. "Please, sit." I don't. His smile does not falter, but something sharp flickers behind his eyes.

In different spots she was able to see there was some kind of design on it Cassie called the girls to come and eat then she went back to going threw the articles. ÈMITCHELL TWIN'S ACCUSED OF DEVIL WORSHIPPING. Cassie read. Cassie picked up the article and looked at the picture before reading the article. "Nathan don't open that box!" Cassie yelled at him. "Why not?" Nathan asked coming over to see what was wrong. Cassie showed him the picture. It was hand drawn it showed about eight women on a black carpet that had a pentagram on it circling a depiction of the devil. The box was on a table open.

“James, focus on the ocean where the Crystals of Light are hidden. You know the spot, right? We have to go there.” “The ocean? That’s where the vampires have gathered,” James said. “Yes, and what’s worse, that thing from Heaven's Cliff is out.” “Azazel?” “I don’t think it’s Azazel. It’s a woman—nothing like what we expected,” Drex said grimly. “Now, think of the place. I’ll channel my energy to move us there.” The three held hands inside the stationary car. James visualized the coordinates, and Drex surged his power. In a flash, they were gone.

He looked at Kaelen, who was watching from the side with a smug, expectant expression. Then, he looked at me. He looked into my frozen, violet eyes. The silence stretched for an eternity. The temptation was diabolical. Darius wasn't appealing to Ashren's greed; he was appealing to his love. He was weaponizing Ashren’s deepest insecurity that he wasn't good enough for me. Ashren took a breath. He reached out and took the scroll from Darius. Darius smiled. Kaelen toasted the air with his glass. My heart shattered into a million pieces.

Dreya told Reni. "when are the both of you going to come out?" the demon asked. The both of them looked at each other in shock. The demon had known they were there all along. They sheepishly came out of the shadows. "And who might the two of you be?" the demon asked. "I am Reni and this is Evena." Reni replied. "And who are you?" Dreya asked. "I am Azazel" the demon answered still poking Killian. "Could you stop doing that please?" Reni asked.

~Alaya No one knows how to answer my question, it seems, as it knocks them all into silence. "Fine," I mutter, folding my arms across my chest defiantly. "I want to speak to Alpha Asher." It is Death who stands, striding over to stand beside Aspen. She's the strangest looking female I have ever seen in my life. Her eyes are like a haze of smoke rippling up the side of a mountain. It curls around her pupils vividly, stealing my ability to see any sense of emotion she gives me. It's mystical. It's daunting.