Novel & Cerita Is Book Of Azrael Spicy

I clung to his neck, face buried against his warm obsidian skin, breathing in that intoxicating scent of smoke, sex, and pure corruption. “I am yours,” I whispered against his throat, voice hoarse from screaming. “Completely. I do not want my old life anymore. Just this. Just you filling me forever.” Azrael’s golden eyes glowed with dark triumph as he carried me through a massive obsidian archway into what looked like his personal chamber. The room was enormous. Chains dangled from the ceiling. Altars and cushions covered the floor. The air was thick and humid, carrying the constant scent of sex and brimstone.

It's now or never. I close my eyes and push myself, letting myself fall into the void. I have to cover my mouth and suppress a cry so they won't hear me. My body falls into the void and I feel like I'm going to crash into the ground when Azael's arms surround me, preventing gravity from mashing me. Then, I open my eyes and see his face right in front of mine. He smells like mint and tobacco. -Nice underwear- he says before setting me down, making me blush.

“It’s been so long since I’ve seen my family and—and I miss them. I don’t know how I’m supposed to do this without their support. I even dream about them. Every night I see their faces and—Um, do you mind?” Azrael had been slowly inching his way forward with every word. I had to crane my body backwards to keep from inhaling his nasty morning breath. Alright, so that was a lie. His breath wasn’t nasty. No, it was alluring just like the rest of him, carrying hints of his mouthwatering scent. Crisp night-time air, moss, and notes of buttery vanilla. It was official, I hated the gods.

I grab a book off my shelf and make myself cozy on my sofa. A few hours pass and I soft knock startles me out of my book trance. “Come in,” I say absentmindedly, still engrossed in my book. The smell of coffee hits my nose and I frown, looking up to see Azrael leaning against the doorway, his hands in his pockets. “Hey Firefly,” He says softly. I sigh, placing a marker in my book and setting it down. “Yes?” “I wanted to apologize. For my actions earlier.” His silver eyes burn into mine.

Then Azrael hit him with all the force of the flood of images he had seen in his long life: Blood, sticky and hot, everywhere, screaming mouths, dead, dead everywhere, torn, trampled, torn, cut, crushed, the cold white of bones, the grin of skulls, still half covered with remains of flesh, the stench of rotting intestines , Screams from the dying, women, children, men, breaking looks, pleading looks, insane looks, the feeling when a neck has been cut. And above all, Azrael's eyes, smiling, hating, gentle.

She was already drifting, humming something tuneless. The basement stairs descended behind a concealed panel in the library, hidden behind rows of leather-bound law. Azrael moved ahead of me, his shoes making no sound on the wood, then the cold concrete. He had removed his disguise. His eyes were pale gray now, the color of winter storms, and they glowed in the dim light like embers. The air grew dense, carrying the mineral scent of stone and a sharp, metallic tang—the smell of old copper and industrial-grade fixative.

I grabbed her chin between my thumb and forefinger, pulling her face to mine as I breathed undiluted madness and despair into her. She wrenched her face loose from my fingers and screamed as she writhed in pain, falling forward out of the chair, making me move back. I stepped over her thrashing body while I looked down on her writhing body, as I squatted next to her. “Only you can stop the agony and despair now, just give me what I want. Give me the Fire Element or die slowly and painfully.” I chuckled as I stood up and walked away toward Antone. He was already waiting for me in the corridor outside his study. I could hear the screams of agony as I closed and locked the door of the study.

Alfonso did the last strike by beheading the beast, and the head fells to the ground, rolling over straight into Alfonso's feet. After that, I loosened up and directed the roots to let go of the dead body. The lifeless body hit the ground and was bleeding. Before Alfonso could run towards me, he formed fire in his hand. He picked up the head of the ugly creature using his free hand, threw it beside its dead body, and burned them. The smell stank me that it could make my stomach sick. My sense of smell is much more sensitive because I'm pregnant. I covered my nose with my hand and ran towards Alfonso. I am grateful because we're both safe. I jumped on Alfonso's arms, encircling my arms around

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

Ezra: Now, to think that I would have found my wife’s anger sexy would be an understatement. The woman looked far more attractive than she ever had as she glared at Maddie, or should I say, Andromeda, as she waited for her to respond. However, the demon didn’t bother to open her mouth to explain anything, and instead, she stayed completely quiet, eyeing my wife as if she had grown a second head or more specifically, may have lost her head. In truth, even I wasn’t sure my wife knew the consequences of challenging a demon the way she did, but that made this a whole lot more attractive, at least, in my eyes.