Romans & histoires Dxd Azazel

“Of course I am here… Right when you need me the most. It seems like you are ready…” Azazel was truly a sight to behold, with his chiseled features and striking appearance that seemed to radiate power and danger. His jet-black hair was styled in a messy yet elegant way, falling over his forehead and framing his sharp cheekbones. His tall, muscular frame was clad in a black satin robe ornamented with red and gold accents, which only emphasized his rugged, devilishly handsome appearance.

Derek added, "That's Azazel. He's an orphan from the northern warzone. When we found him, he was surviving on corpses, fighting vultures for scraps." Tabitha recoiled in horror. "He… ate human flesh?" "Rotting flesh, to be precise. When survival's at stake, people will do anything. Azazel named himself after the biblical demon, symbolizing exile and cursed power. He's the leader here. Do you know why he bullies Kyrian?" Tabitha guessed, "He wants to be the leader, and Kyrian won't bow to him?" Derek nodded. "Exactly. Kyrian's young, but he's got a strong will. He won't back down, so Azazel targets him."

Mireya’s POV My gaze bounces between Alpha Dante’s wolf whose slowly walking towards Azrael and towards Azrael who was about to flick his finger. Before Azrael could use his black magic, I run towards him and grabbed his hand. I know I was frail and weak but I placed myself in front and faced Alpha Dante. He stopped from walking. His blazing red eyes pierced through me. “Move,” Azrael whispered but I ignored him. Instead, I held his wrist tightly to stop him from exposing that he was a son of a priestess.

Long enough for the anger in his chest to settle into something heavier. Then he stepped back, sat down on his bed, and stared at the wall, his jaw locked and his hands still fisted listening to uneven breathing and knowing, with sickening clarity, that whatever had hold of him was already wrapped too tight. Azxel was desperate to be with Sky. He had gone in too deep and to say, he was obsessed. Azxel was far more than obsessed. He had learnt to love the darkness radiating from Sky. It was something, Jaelen didn’t expect to do but….

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.

Nathaniel thrusts Kristina again and again until they've both exploded their juice inside Kristina's. Kristina was so exhausted with Nathaniel's stamina, he never get tired. It seemed that he is getting stronger after his recovery. He even tried different positions with Kristina who almost lose her consciousness with the ecstasy he let her experience. He took her again and again and Kristina cooperates well, making Nathaniel more wild and more aggressive. They never stopped until the sun rises outside. Kristina almost fainted as she was so exhausted.

"Why can't I stop? This is so dangerous… Goddess, you feel so good and Ubel is telling me to keep going. Tell me to stop, Sera, please, tell me not to cum inside you." "Sera, are you ok? What's that noise? Whose voice is that? Mum and Dad are going to be furious if you've let someone in the house when they specifically told us not to " Tabitha rattles my door handle and instantly Abaddon slips out of my body, grabbing for his jacket and fumbling around with a condom.

Cole grumbled at Suzan. “We are only letting off some steam.” “I’ll give you letting off some steam!” Suzan snarled back at him and even without looking, Angel knew that her eyes would likely have flashed a bright silver, threatening to shift, threatening to become the beautifully sleek black wolf she had been gifted with when she had come of age. Suzen was lucky, all the Aplha pack were, and many of their pack besides. Practically all were beautiful or otherwise naturally gifted, everyone but Angel, who was seen only as the traitor’s daughter.

Dante: “You do realize that Eva shouldn’t have killed…” “She was asked by the eye to kill him” Alessandro said, stopping me. I frowned in confusion, and opening the compass, he showed me the Guardian’s Eye which was glowing, revealing the sins that he made, and one of them, was fire he watched before his daughter’s mate was killed. I was still trying to process everything that happened today to see her pain in her eyes as she debated on whether to run toward the burning building or away from it before they caught her.

Then. He paused for a moment, then continued, "The first chalice is probably still in their hands. Do you know what the consequences will be?" Chaz came closer to me. "The witches will can't be burned by fire! The first chalice is a fire-proof chalice. If that happens, we won't be able to kill them by burning them." Chaz looked away and turned around. I could see that he was worried. Of course, all the Hunters would panic hearing it.