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"Remember the book about the orbs? The one we are trying to achieve is the purple orb also known as Murasaki. It says that it only appears when the night sky is awake." "I feel chills already," Selena mumbled, rubbing both of her arms. Slowly, Kitto closed his hand. No wonder why the Angel had appeared before him. He is warned that this orb is his to defeat. Apologizing to Arwha will have to wait until they get the orb. Menna was tip toeing, trying to reach a flower of the purple robe black locust tree when she saw how the sky was clear blue today. No big cotton clouds that she enjoys. She stopped reaching and smiled cutely.

I dump my bag on the floor and read through the shelf while pulling books out and mumble as I go. ‘Even a book can be dangerous in the wrong hands.’ ‘Ignite.’ ‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here.’ ‘You’ll make bad choices. Sometimes you’ll choose the best of bad ones.’ ‘Tuesday is Fucked.’ ‘Everything’s a game. And now it’s your turn.’ I have a stack of about 10 books before I abruptly stop. "Next isle." I say and we walk up and down the library isles. I climb and jump to get books off of shelves and Aidan has to catch me a couple of times when I fell.

--------- Underworld Tore POV I feel strange like I smelled a dreadful odor from somewhere. I called Sabina, my new lady Damah. " Why you called me my Lord?" She put on her knees in front of me. We're immortal so even years passed by, our face never gets old. We stay the same as ever. " Did you smelled something strange?" I asked Damah about it and she noticed the bad odor too. " Yes, since this morning the odor spreads and even Cerberus sniffs it too!" She mumbled. Cerberus is the checker of the underworld of the dead souls who were passing on the river Styx if this soul will go to the easy test or the hard test. This will determine whether they reincarnated into an animal or plants.

Chapter Thirty Alpha Azrael Her body was still shuddering against my face, her inner thighs trembling against the sides of my head as the last violent crest of her orgasm ripped through her. Fuck, the sound of my name on her lips… that shattered, desperate cry of “Azrael!”—was still echoing in the corners of my study, burning straight into my skull.

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?”

Chapter: 27 ****** Their steps were measured and deliberate as Azrael led Offilies through the aisles of books. The library was vast and quiet, the only sound accompanying their conversation was the soft rustle of pages and the occasional fluttering of wings from passing Ceruleanians. As Azrael confessed his forbidden affairs with the Devil, Offilies listened intently, his cerulean eyes widening with each revelation. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a myriad of emotions—shock, concern, and an underlying fear for his beloved Prince's well-being.

Freya read the words out loud, her voice shaking at first, then getting louder over the thunder. “I call upon the Lord of the Pit… Azrael… Master of Contracts… come forth and grant me what I seek.” The temperature in the room dropped suddenly. The candle flames stretched tall and turned black at the tips. A deep, rumbling sound vibrated through the floor like something massive had stepped into reality. Then a figure appeared

She brought it home like a secret. Now she opened it again, heart beating fast. Her fingers traced the words. She didn’t speak Latin, but one line looked almost like an invitation. She whispered it out loud, voice soft and shaky. “Azrael… veni ad me.” The air in the room grew thick and cold. The candles she had lit for “atmosphere” flickered hard. Then they blew out completely. A deep, rumbling voice filled the darkness. “You dare summon me, little mortal?”

position is the same," Azazel clicked his tongue."Alexandra, my darling. Would you please out with the book?" he spoke in such a sophisticated way.There was something about him...even if his face was stern, jaw tight and eyes filled with bitterness, he was still polite."Go away, Azazel," the last words before turning her back at him, she spoke confidently and walked further in the tomb.Now that the tomb was being sealed by a spell, neither Althea nor Alexandra can go out and no one can come in."You have me trapped with you in this boring tomb," Althea said in a boring tone."Come on, you have all the time in the world. Lets read the book," Alexandra suggested.While reading the book Alexandra

“You don’t know Sariyah like I do.” That shuts him up. Because I do. I know how close Ember lives to the edge of becoming something terrible. I know how much she hates the world for letting men be taken and cities rot and gods lie. Most importantly, I know how easily Sariyah’s lies could feel like permission. The torches flicker the shadows along the far wall move. I spin just as heat rolls through the cell dry, ancient, and wrong. Azrael steps out of nothing wings I have never seen are half-manifested. His expression is calm, too calm. Every instinct I have goes nuclear.