Fizz X Asmodeus Novels & Stories

I sighed and told them what the spirit told me. “But why only to Lady Seraphina? The spirit could have just meet Sir Zale, and since he is a water element user, the heir to say the least, why not him?” Asked Notus while looking confused. I sighed and just crouched to be at his eye level. “If the spirit were to summon Zale, then it will just end there. Remember when I said that the vengeance spirit was a fire? It might be a fire spirit that was tainted by some pollution from here.” I explained.

She stood up from her chair and stretched her arms up the air, "I'm calling off the vampires now. Pull your legions back as well. Get ready to leave." "No." Monique insisted, "I can still do something about this. We can call--" "Me." Asmodeus appeared in the darkness, looking more morose than he had been for centuries. After his embarrassing attempt at capturing Tina and the others, he had been laying low, nursing his pride and unable to face Lilith. "I heard what's happening, and I would like to make it up to you," he said. Monique laughed at him, "Oh, please. You? What can you offer me that will turn the tables now, huh? You're about as useless as a rat."

At the place where Jessica and the others were, they all stood up in an instant. Ignoring the surprised eyes of the people around them, they turned into streaks of flowing light and flew directly toward Caspian. Xander Faris transformed into an Asura in midair. His ferocious body inscriptions and terrifying aura completely poured out as he pointed at the distant Silver Battle General. "You are courting death!" Although Jessica did not say a word, her eyes were full of ice and snow.

I can’t believe that Kiaan would allow himself to touch one as pure as my Emma with such filth of blood and destruction on his hands, but then that was what he liked. My body feels weak, but it is not, as I try to get back to my feet I realise just how much of my energy Asmodeus uses whenever he decided to use my body. I didn’t take much notice when Kiaan was in control, as Asmodeus not only fed from our energy, but Kiaan was feeding off of his energy, sort of in the same way he was siphoning the energy from Emma.

“The Moon Cages weren’t built by Vales. They were built by the first covenants—ashbound covenants—after an ashbound girl ended a war by burning the wrong king.” My skin went cold. “That’s a story.” Vesper smiled. “No, Aria. That’s a warning with a date.” She lifted her hand and touched the air near my wrist. She didn’t touch me, but the mark flared anyway, responding. I winced. “Hybrid,” Vesper said softly, as if tasting the word. “Wolf and ashbound. Not Luna. Not Lycan royalty. Something older.” Kieran’s voice went rough. “She’s my mate.”

A week after the embarrassing incident, Mark made yet another suggestion. “Just give it a shot, Samson,” he insisted after Samson said no for the hundredth time. “The guy is completely trustworthy. He won’t breathe a syllable to anybody about this.” His old friend couldn’t possibly be serious. “A shrink? You want me to go see a shrink?” Samson asked, looking at Mark like that was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard come out of his friends mouth. And it probably was. “I’m a One hundred and Fourty three year old vampire, Mark. What could this guy possibly say to me that I haven’t heard before?” Samson asked.

Was he a god? “Hey, Dionysus, what are you doing here?” “Aw, Asmodeus, I just came here to get another piercing since I was already in the area to drop off the rum to your place.” “I’m almost to afraid to ask you where since I’m not seeing any new piercing that I can see.” “Come on, try to take a guess. I think Azazel is going to like not only the one in my tongue but also the one on my cock.” I can see in Asmodeus face that he wasn’t too happy about him saying that out loud with me here.

Storm says. The three of us look at each other and smile. Oh, that won’t be a problem. We have unrestricted access to a phoenix. Alright, Haze, we’ll get you; bud, hang on a litter longer.. Oh, Asmoday, we are on your ass, you piece of shit.

Azael is frowning and I feel him press my hand, something is not right. -Hey- I say catching his face. Right away I notice how he relaxes the muscles.- What happens? -I do not like this. Everything is going too well. he says looking around. I prefer not to, as they are not very pleasant views. -And what's wrong? -That we're talking about Harrison Tucson. The same one who murdered my mother. The same one who tried to kill his daughter. My father's rival, whom he also killed. The one that appears to have survived a fire. I just don't believe we caught him off guard.

*Bang* The first of the two reasons was the cat that flew in the sky above. Asmodeus was not a major combatant; but she was not someone that could be taken lightly. Asmodeus’s specialty was assassination, but that was not the full extent of her skillset. As if the ability to hide in the shadows - or even reveal herself in broad daylight - and strike at the most opportune time was not troublesome enough, Asmodeus also possessed incredible regenerative abilities; and she could pass on these abilities to her partner, Fernandez! This basically meant that she was a healer, a healer specific to Fernandez. Any major injury would be healed in a thrice. This had made Fernandez an annoying fellow to f