Supernatural Asmodeus Novels & Stories

Dear reader, welcome back to the Supernatural Spa... If you wonder if there is anything here about The Divine, yes there is. Remember that one of my closest friends and source is considered the Hierophant of the Paranormal All-Stars. And this usually represents religious teachings and is also known as The Pope. The thing is, my friend Mab intends to represent The Most Holy Trinity in the Paranormal Industry and Supernatural Circles simply because she finds it unfair that someone who she considers the most powerful spiritual being would not have a representative in these areas.

Amara mutters kindly. Amara and I are not close friends, but I have hung out with her and the others in the past. Once a month, Zoe would have a girls’ night where she’d invite some of Azazel’s friends’ mates. It allowed us to hang out without the guys around. All of the women are a different supernatural species. We already know that Zoe is a siren; my sister is descended from oracles, Nevaeh is a Nephilim, Jules is a hunter, and Amara is a Breija. I guess it can be a little intimidating to be around so many powerful women. But none of them act like jerks. In fact, they’re all pretty sweet. Lucifer steps forward and faces the couple. Amara gapes for a moment, making me realize that she migh

I’m not stupid. Azazel moves towards the edge of the roof, placing his hands over the sides. “You have never told me what you are, boy?” I shake my head at his persistence but decide there’s no harm in letting him know. “If you must know. I’m part demon and angel.” Azazel moves back, stunned. “What the bloody hell! Are you riffing me, boy? Are you mad?” I shake my head at the sound of his British accent getting deeper. “Nope. Unfortunately, it’s true. According to the council, I’m a half breed abomination.”

“Conlan Frasier at your service, my angel.” I wrap my hand around his and smile when he kisses my hand. That’s when I notice the mark. Supernatural beings are usually identified in several ways. Demons, werewolves, vampires, and other underworld creatures usually have a tattoo of some kind. Angels do not. I mean, we can have tattoos, but we’re not born with them, and they certainly don’t look like they can come out of your body.

He sat down, tucking one leg under himself. “So, why did you summon me?” I shrugged. “No idea. How about a snack?” I pulled the twitching assassin up and threw him inside the pentagram. Argadon nimbly caught the sacrifice, smelled him, grinned, and put him down. “Later. Did he come for you?” “You bet.” “So, whom did you displease?” I snorted. “A funny expression.” “Demons can visit all worlds, if not voluntarily, then through summoning.” “And how often are you summoned?”

They were the same bat-like creatures I have seen in Verte Monde! I automatically search for Allyssa. There she was, seated regally on her chair. Amaltheo stood up and on defense stance, but Allyssa touched him by the mane and he calmed down. An ear-shattering scream from somewhere broke the crowd from their half-conscious states. “Aswang! They were Aswang!”

, sucking my energy is his creation. It is him. He divides himself to make another him, and I will absorb her energy and I will be stronger. While Samael will be weaker. I hold her face and look into her eyes and absorb her energy too while I am absorbing my energy back. I heard a screeching sound again that she creates, I saw her light getting dim. I continued absorbing her until her light died. In an instant, she got burned and turned into ash in my hands. There’s white smoke coming out from her and it suddenly burns and turns into ash too. I feel an energy that is flowing in me and I feel stronger than before. My hair color turned gray and Now, I have to deal with my brother. When I was a

“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.”

Said Master Trinity who returned to continue his story again. "Next is the sixth ruler Asmodeus. He is from the Jinn with a human body having 3 heads, namely the head of a human bull and a sheep. He is always with his Spiritual Beast the Hell Wolf and his kingdom is surrounded by embers of fire." Master Trinity said again to continue his story.

I was standing in Hell again, facing a demon with alluring eyes and power that pressed against my skin like physical weight. "It is rare that I make pacts with mortals," Asmodeus said. His voice was the grinding of stone. He moved closer, crouching until we were eye to eye. Those eyes locked onto mine, burning with curiosity and hunger. "But when I do, I ensure they enjoy the gifts I give… for the proper price." "I will not lie to you," he continued. His voice softened in a way that made it infinitely worse. "My son's fixation on you is unlike anything I have ever seen. It gives me reason to be… wary."