Tarrlok Amon Novels & Stories

The fark magic consumed Balthazar's, the shadows slithering around them. Something collided with us from behind, sending us to the ground. Dela cried out but caught herself before my body slammed into the ground. She spun around to find a huge black wolf moving toward her. Its violet eyes glowed as it bared its teeth at her. I knew without a doubt that it was Knox. He was as big, if not bigger, than my father's wolf. And everything about him screamed alpha. "Stupid mutts, I am sick of you vial creatures," Dela hissed. Power pushed through me, and I screamed at her. Pushing every fibre of my will into my body as I fought to regain control of my body.

Lorenzo suddenly said my name in a dark tone, and I pulled myself together, knowing I had to wake up and act. My attention went to the older man who pinned me with a strange look. “A very beautiful Omega, no doubt.” He smiled like he was relaxed, but I felt like I was standing in front of a dangerous snake. “I’m Patriarch Leandro Vasiliev. If you get tired of your Alpha’s bad mood, you’re welcome in my pack.” He said it like it was a joke, and Lorenzo answered with a low, dangerous warning growl that made my skin go tight.

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

"She always saw past the arrogant asshole, why can't you do same now that she needs it? I need to leave. I ought to be somewhere. Seb is in good hands. I had Tareem treat him, himself" "Who is Tareem? I have heard alot about him, your highness ", I bow curtly. "He is trouble. He is the son of Darc- the successor to the Darc empire and the best sorcerer ever had. He is my nephew. If you think Davil and Sasha is arrogant, wait till you meet Tareem Darc. If he comes close to Sasha, shield him from her. He is only around when he needs to rain havoc or has an agenda in mind "

looked at his brothers. Decus laughed. His plan had worked. He had already suspected that Amon had not told his monks everything. An unsettled sound went through the crowd. Her master was right, but it was Lucifer nonetheless. The Antichrist, the enemy of God and the one who had so many innocents on his conscience. "Enough! What kind of monks are you when you question our master Amon and our brother Louis! ”Cried Eros, who got everyone's attention, even Louis's. He was surprised that Eros, of all people, stood up for him. Amon stretched out his arm and mumbled sacred words, almost as if in a trance. A bright sphere of light appeared under his hand, which grew and assumed the shape of a staf

“Because you’re stepping into something that will swallow you whole. This whole thing that you think you’re doing good for yourself, you are not. You are going to end up harming yourself more than you know.” Her brows drew together. “What are you talking about?” “There’s a man,” I said. “A wolf who goes by Lorenzo. At least, that was the last name I was given. He came to ‘help’ me once. Said he wanted to guide wolves like me, those pushed from their packs, those wrongfully named traitors.” I scoffed. “Turned out he was the real traitor.” Her breath hitched. “Lorenzo… D’Amaris?”

When I first met him, he reminded me of a toddler having a never-ending temper tantrum but it was the stress he carried daily that caused him to be so moody and aggressive. The line from Be Your Love that reminded me of Gunnar was 'When the crazy world turn to hell on earth I'mma be your love'. My world did turn upside down on its axis and I was quickly learning that it was my personal brand of Hell on Earth as it were for the rest of the Astor brothers. But, through it all, I found him there. Even if he didn't love me, the fact that he cared was enough. "I'm up for spending time with my brothers. Hardly ever get to do that. They're always way too busy. One of these days they're going to wak

Zariah whispers. She points to another. "Imani Lee. Independence Pack. Won't talk to anyone, although not mute." She girl stands with her hands by her front, as she watches the area with dark eyes. So dark in fact, that when her gaze sweeps our way, I have to drop my own to the floor. Independence Pack members don't leave their Pack often, managing to preserve their natural beauty. How she manages to keep her stark white hair that straight, I have no idea. "Chasity Pearson," Zariah murmurs, my gaze following her finger. "Purity Pack. Total nutjob. Thinks the Goddess lives within her, and rumour has it, is only here to convert the Alpha to her religion."

Alex had already booked the flight to Bora-Bora and hope the beast doesn't stand a further nuisance to his happy family. Amara began to read the letters from the picture. "Your death, it is the sole way to end him. After spending many years with aghoris he learnt many tantric practices and became an expert in practicing them. Today he became an invincible power. There is no weapon yet born in nature which can put an end to his life except the breathe running within your lungs. Your inclination to kill him by any means is the only ammunition in this complete universe which would destroy him.

If things got out of hand, perhaps Lucifer might also get dragged into the situation but for now, it was up to him to make things right. He was trying to figure out the problem with his trusted advisor - Amon. Amon was a fallen angel and the seventh of the 72 spirits of soloman. In Hell, Amon is a strong and powerful marquis. He appears first as a wolf, but on a magician's command, he will take on the shape of a man with a raven's head and dog's teeth. He accurately tells about the past and the future. He also makes men and women fall in love with each other and he settles disputes between friends and enemies. Amon rules over 40 legions of demons.