Iruma X Asmodeus Novels & Stories

All of them, except for Nazir and Alina, bow their heads, glass shattering in their hands as they grit their teeth from the harshness that's straining the pack bond. Malphas slowly walks around the table, his back muscles coiled like springs ready to pop. He carries the pitcher in one of his hands. As he reaches the wolf that called to me, he grabs his glass and pours mead. I watch, my throat dry as effects take hold of my body. I can't sense it. But my body is responding strangely. Gideon's influence was barely a breeze. This... is something different. Malphas slams the pitcher down and grabs the wolf's hair, tugging his head back, straining his neck.

"We should celebrate Raine's arrival!" "But I still don't have much food!" "Don't worry! Mommy and Daddy gave me some money so that we can order food!" Shaira added. "Can I have some mushroom flavored pizza with hot sauce?" Lani asked. "Of course," Shaira replied. "How about you two?" "As usual," Zane spoke. "A hot drink made out of pure theobroma cacao or a hot camellia sinensis," Raine replied. "Speak English... Please," Shaira said.

In the midst of their embrace, she caught a vision—a flash of a wolf running across a battlefield, its black fur matted with blood, smoke rising from the carnage. She pulled away abruptly, her heart pounding in her chest. "I-I'm sorry," she stammered, her voice trembling. "I... I need to go." Damon's brow furrowed with concern. "What's wrong?" he asked, reaching out to touch her arm. Aqua shook her head, her mind still reeling from the vision. "It's nothing," she said hastily, brushing off his concern. "I just... I have to go." She turned away before he could protest, her steps quickening as she made her way back towards the truck. Damon followed close behind, his expression puzzled but unde

I grasped Flame’s hand in mine then followed Xaivier away from the crowd. Two men met us before we could reach them. Xaivier held a hand up before they could speak and led the way to the table where the boxes were piled. “Xaivier Zamira” the man with the shaved black hair I had met read from one of the many stapled pages before him “also known as Wildfire. Chekirim born.” “That’s me” he sighed back “can we just get this over with? You’ve been keeping us here long enough.”

Amara begged as her tears fell down her cheeks. The warriors only laughed at her plea. She then hugged her father, trying to protect him at all cost. “Argus, you've been an amazing servant. The Alpha trusted you more than anyone in Omega. How dare you do this to him?” “I didn't! I told you, it wasn't me!” “It wasn't him, believe us, sir! Please try to investigate further! There might be a mistake—” Amara wasn't able to finish her words when Isaac, the other warrior, attacked her.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

Not to mention the fact that if I understood my brother's note correctly, he may know something about, or even be an accomplice to, Axel's abuse. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amaris," the Alpha says, grinning at me. Then, his eyes go to his son. At Kenton's nod, he turns to the people of his pack. I Look from the two men before me, then turn my attention to the men and women who are standing before the three of us, trepidation creeping in as I watch them lower their heads at the three of us as if I'm someone important to them along with the two men standing next to me. "Everyone, I would like to introduce to you Kenton's mate and the future Luna of our pack, Amaris Redding."

She rises and bows, then hastens out past the tent flap to the front, children thronging after her. Curious, I follow the ifrit. It is not usual for a customer to visit a closed stall, unless they are an extremely high-ranking demon. Odds are I know the visitor. I poke my head outside the silk curtain and see a tall, swarthy demon with sea gray eyes, tan red sandstone skin, and long, dark hair, bound back loose. He wears a crisp white tunic, Roman sandals, and flowing white sarong that reaches his ankles, with jade and silver cuff bracelets at his wrists. There is a modest silver circlet on his brow, and ruby drop earrings hang from his pointed ears. He grins at me, revealing shark teeth – a

It took the right-hand man a few minutes to recover from the shock of what he saw. Hastily he called the other soldiers and instructed them to dispose of the bodies. In the Were kingdom, Iris is troubled. She doesn't know when Asael would come and how much damage he would inflict upon the kingdom. Even though all the soldiers are ready to face the Nephilim, she is worried. Asael is not like his son, who is an amateur. He is strong and cannot be killed easily. So she worried what kind of Strome he would inflict upon the Were kingdom.

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.