Fizz X Asmodeus Novels & Stories

"So, after the magic show, we get to go to our new pack, right schnookums?" So much for silence...fucking gag me. Kyle glances down at where she's clinging tightly to his arm and nods curtly. As they get closer, I notice the faint outline of a crescent moon on Fiona's neck. My eyes dart to Kyle's neck, then to Liz and Kysons; they are all marked. I don't know why this raises my heckles, but it does. They bound their souls together; this can't be a good sign of things to come.

Gesturing to his body "This here is the full package and I don't intend to misuse it alright?" He laughed and Jason joined they put on the radio and nodded to the trendy hit "Gock am" by the upcoming artist Crayon when suddenly. The car tire screeched its bonnet crashing into a hard surface with a loud bang. Jason stepped on the brake fearfully. The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately.

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Luka looked at JP wondering if history was repeating itself. JP looked at him wondering the same thing. But before either of them can voice their concerns Xavier and Dimitri shifted back to their human forms. They looked confused like they didn’t want to shift back. “What is going on?” questioned Xavier. Asmodeus looked angry. “Mountain ash and the mark of Solomon. You dogs think you are clever, huh? Wait and see who is cleverer.” She disappeared right in front of them leaving them looking worried.

It's worth a shot. Kasey lifted her good hand and gathered her flames to her hand and shot it at Asmodeus. It clearly wasn't as strong, and it wasn't in the shape of a ball either. More like an arrow. A very....wobbly....unrefined...arrow..... Asmodeus laughed and stepped to the side to let it fly past. "That's far too slow, beautiful! You'll have to go...." Asmodeus again appeared in front of her, throwing another kick. "MUCH faster!!"

We need something beyond Calisto’s distrust," I said. "I know! How dare he distrust me? I know I’m a slut and I’ve caught most of hell... if you kindly exclude humans, of course, but... you’re my friend!" He seemed angry, as if that was enough for everyone to understand "friends are sacred! They’re animal types! Would you happen to be able to fuck a bunny? I DON’T!" Whenever Asmodeus opened his mouth, he offended 15 different ideologies and was able to make what my world called cancellation - totally coherent.

The people who were dancing in the dance floor were not aware that there were two devils in their midst. One of the devil was dancing and flirting with a woman, he had black long hair reaching up to his shoulder which he parked neatly without a single strand of hair out of place. His eyes were golden, strong square jaw, perfect carved brows and thin pink lips. He was tall and had broad shoulders. He was Asmodeus, the third deadly sin of lust. The woman he was dancing with was drooling over his strong muscular body and he gave her a flirtratous smile while whispering dirty words into her ears and the woman blushed.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

“What’s up, Fizz?” I replied, standing up on my feet and putting my paperwork to the side. Fizz was my right-hand man – the brother that I could rely on no matter what, to get me through every situation. He was Pakistani, with pale eyes, a rugged beard, and a strong, well-built frame. We’d known each other since we were kids, and we did everything together. We weren’t related by blood, but he was the only man out of everybody who worked for me who I could call my own family, and would trust with my own life. His name was Faizan, but we all called him Fizz.

She barely flinches, but her eyes are filled with anger and fire. The room fills with the scent of her golden blood. Lazarus and Darrick barely react, but Vesper’s potion doesn’t work on Asmodeus. His eyes flash red and his fangs slowly emerge from his gums. "Delicious," he mutters. "Do good for a youngling like Aldric." No!