Dess X Asriel Novels & Stories

Seeing my refusal to help him, he started crying. “Mom, I want this one. Can’t you give it to me—” “If you like it so much, just ask your father to get you one.” I calmly interrupted him. Following that, I held Lucas’s hand and prepared to leave. As I turned, my eyes met Williams’s piercing gaze. “Christelle, the boy mentioned that you had surgery. “What surgery was it?”

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

“I understand. So, your night is ruined then?” Dillon could feel the urge to tease his best friend. But he still tried to stop himself. “Yes.” Dillon let out a soft chuckle, and if someone might see him, they couldn’t believe that he could laugh and smile. “Her fear is visible in her eyes.” “I see,” Dillon said faintly. Drake pinched the bridge of his nose and massaged his temple. “I see her strong aura on the outside, but she’s weak on the inside. I wonder what her wolf looks like.”

Ashley thought that the Rose Academy was only on that level. Turned out the academy was actually the biggest department inside the company because they also took space down until Level 40, making it eleven levels in total for all the designers and models to work together. Level 50 was actually the main part where the products from designers were brought to be photoshoot and then put inside the AG Atelier fashion magazine called Fashion Atelier, similar to the name of the online shopping app that was owned by the company.

“Sorry, luv. I didn’t mean to be such an arse about it.” Creighton clears his throat and moves towards a large table. “All bantering aside, why are you two here?” Azazel puffs out a breath and moves towards the table with a loose stride. “I’m here because my mate is the siphon that Marael is using to end the world.” My stomach tightens at his words. Even though I know that I’m the siphon, it still pains me to hear it. Azazel must notice my discomfort because he extends his hand towards me and gives me a gentle smile.

Asrar made sure the boy was safe before he got into an all out fight with the new dragon. They tousled around for a few minutes before Asrar got the upper hand and bit down on the intruders wing. He tossed him a small distance away as he stood his ground. He didn’t have time for this. He had to find Desiree. His head turned to the women who now had two boys around her. He was floored, she was so identical to Rosalie it wasn’t funny. The only difference is she had intense blue eyes. ‘If your fight is with me then take my life but leave my families alone.’ The dragon growled trying to get a good position to attack. Asrar froze at the voice, he had known it from somewhere. When his eyes fell on

He could hear Darius’ wings flapping while groaning and digging. Darius, the dragon, continuously dug Alex’s gravestone until the coffin came in view. He flaps his wings forcefully to shove the remaining soil on top of the coffin. Darius opened the coffin, and it reveals Alex’s glowing body. The three tattoos on Alex’s wrist and the five pendants around her neck are glowing. Azrael sensed a powerful aura inside the fire, and his heart was racing. He doesn’t know what’s going on. Confusion crossed his face as he tried to process what was happening. Darius was acting so strange.

"Sir… W-What is his rank?" Dex asked, feeling rather terrified now. Never in his life had he witnessed such a massacre. What had just unfolded before his eyes had completely shattered all of his preconceptions. He had always thought of himself as cruel and ruthless—but compared to Ashton, he was nothing. Why did he end up provoking such a terrifying man? Once he recalled that he'd been about to offer up Roxy and Celia as playthings to Erasmus, a cold shiver ran down his spine.

"Then call them." They called that evening, from the cottage, the fire lit again and Aria posted discreetly somewhere on the hillside above them. Eve sat just out of frame at first, giving him the moment, and watched his whole face change the instant the connection resolved — two faces on the screen, older than she'd have guessed, weathered by a year in hiding but unmistakably, gratefully alive. "Alessandro." His mother's voice cracked on the name, and Alex made a sound Eve had never once heard out of him, not as Alex, not as Valentino — something raw and boyish and entirely undefended.

That’s what Asra murmured, her voice intertwined as she gazed at the ground, but the saint’s fingers touched her face under the mask. "Darling... I would never be afraid of you." Asra had gone mad. That was the only explanation, that or... - I looked at them both, the way the grenade eyes looked at that platinum-haired thing. It couldn’t be true. Certainly not. "It certainly was a great show! We can always count on the duchess to give us fun!" Asmodeus shouted among all, laughing as she approached the throne and the saint smiled, a smile too wide as she bowed before the nobles.