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I was eating toast at my father's kitchen island at 7am, thinking about this, when I decided I was done sitting still. The toast went in the bin. I got dressed. I grabbed my jacket, the one with the rosary still in the pocket, and I left before anyone in the house was awake enough to have opinions about it. --- Here was what I knew. Azrael had operated in New York before Sicily. He'd had contacts here — people who moved in the specific gray area between legitimate business and the kind of business that didn't get discussed at dinner parties. The kind of people who knew things. The kind of people who, if you approached correctly and didn't look like law enforcement, might tell you some of tho

“I have tolerated you for far too long. But know that you hold no power over me. You are far beneath me on the power hierarchy and I will be damned if I let a scum like you treat me any less. I told you before that I am Kiara Khorne but what I forgot to add was that I am the only daughter of Lord Khorne. The Lord of Battle and immortal fury. So, do not tempt me because I might just be obliged to fry your ass with utter most delight jerk face” “You’ve got to be kidding me!!!” Alpha River cried out in fury “Well I am not… I am not staying here with you. The supposed library my uncle built is actually my new home that you and every high ranked member in this room is banned from entering until I

Dawson laughs, “No, I wouldn’t. But we do have something important to do today and we do have to get moving. Raincheck?” I remember now; they distracted me good and proper. I would have been worried about it all night. Today is the day. The day that I remove four human souls and four wolf souls from the world. Four souls that, in my opinion, don’t deserve to be on the same planet as my children. I don’t eat much breakfast. I feel sick at the thought of food. Elizabeth comes through the door and sees me. Holding my hand, she reassures me. Telling me I survived, barely. The next person may not be so lucky.

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?”

Mireya’s POV My gaze bounces between Alpha Dante’s wolf whose slowly walking towards Azrael and towards Azrael who was about to flick his finger. Before Azrael could use his black magic, I run towards him and grabbed his hand. I know I was frail and weak but I placed myself in front and faced Alpha Dante. He stopped from walking. His blazing red eyes pierced through me. “Move,” Azrael whispered but I ignored him. Instead, I held his wrist tightly to stop him from exposing that he was a son of a priestess.

The smoke from the light beam cleared, and for a heartbeat, I thought it was over But then, a low, guttural growl rose from the shadows of the darkened cave. Azrael crawled out of the crater my light had made. His skin was charred and peeling, and one of his massive wings hung limp and broken at his side, but his eyes were glowing with a terrifying, murderous purple flame. He wasn't dead. If anything, the pain had made him faster and more dangerous.

Ru could remember being terrified as a child when there was a lunar eclipse, and Liddy Brown had insisted the moon would turn to blood, signifying the beginning of the Tribulation. One particular website she stumbled upon caught her interest. It was a listing of demons, complete with artists’ renderings of what they were supposed to look like, dating back to Biblical times. Most of them were horrific and scary looking. Azrael caught her attention. Some of the pictures showed him as a hideous creature with more than one face and dozens of hands and wings, some as a black-winged angel with a dark face, and others as a glowing Archangel of God. “It is said that Azrael was a helper to God, but t

I pushed the door open and we both stepped in finding Azrael on the floor, growling in pain, his claws digging into his skin as he clawed at his chest. There's blood everywhere. The floor, his face, his body. My heart sank to my stomach. Caspian approached the raging beast, cautiously but deliberately He's half-shited—no, he's switching from human to half-beast to human again. This is not good. “Check the drawer in his closet, you'll find the sacred chains!” Caspian barked. “Get it!” Azrael had gone from growling to full-on roaring now. I quickly moved in search of the chains as I could overhear Caspian trying to handle them.

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.

I was sent back to my room by his rogue werewolves and ever since then, he had more werewolves guarding his chambers. Finally, after days of tireless investigation, I stumbled upon a hidden chamber. Its entrance was concealed behind an ornate tapestry, and curiosity compelled me to pull it aside. Inside, ancient tomes lined the shelves, their pages filled with forgotten knowledge. My hands trembled as I reached for the nearest book, its leather cover worn with age. Dust flew into the air as I blew on it before cracking it open. The pages revealed Azrael's true nature, a dark force driven by vengeance and an insatiable hunger for dominance and it wasn't just cause that is his personality all