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Ravi slammed the door behind him and was startled to find Adrian floating by the window, his wings flapping, hands folded across his chest, wearing a smug expression. He knew all too well that this creature was the one responsible for the chaos Ravi had just experienced. Ravi quickly moved to the window, fists clenched in anger, a sharp gaze directed at him with disapproval. He opened the window with a loud creak. "You're the problem here."

"Don't fight it. Let it take you where you need to go." I close my eyes, focusing on Lavinia's voice as the world around me melts away. When I open my eyes again, I'm no longer in the cabin. Instead, I'm transported to a different place entirely. I'm standing on the banks of a dark, swirling river, the air thick with mist and the distant sound of wailing. I can feel the weight of the coin in my pocket, a constant reminder of why I'm here.

The stone sill was cold beneath her hands as Hades stood by the window looking out, but she didn't notice the coldness nor the dampness in the air. Stretching off into the distance lay black hills, valleys, and mountains of the Underworld. Hades watched all the dark shades of the dead flicker beyond the palace's ground. She saw her servants soaring over the Erebus fields, herding the dead to their trials by Minos.

“But more time is not a permanent solution.” There’s a naked woman sucking Xaden’s cock with vigour and Xander’s eyes are fixed on the scene like his life depends on it. I rest against a wall, crossing my ankles and folding my arms over my chest, uninterested. “We are going to die, then...” Xaden grunts, his hips buck on the banquet chair. He’s close. “Fuck! Fuck death.” Xander can finally look away. “I am curious about what she looks like, though.”

The very last time. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Xayden’s POV

“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

“Now, wait you just a moment. Sit back down. I said I not be changing me mind. It doesn’t mean you’s can’t convince me.” I knew then he was bluffing. There was something else he wanted more, and the pearls were just a test to see how far I’d go. (End of Wings of Momentum) *** I hope you enjoyed Reggies little time in the spot light. Ayda's second installment will be started sometime time soon in Heart Of Hell. I hope you watch for it, and know I appreciate all the readers who've taken the time to read my stories, much love! XXo

The same voice came thundering out of the city. Xasha chuckled, "I already told you, Salesman Vega, I'm not here for your forgiveness, I'm here for your life." Xasha waved his hand and took the coach into his storage ring. He created air disks under his feet and disappeared. He appeared higher in the sky and looked down on the city that was going up in flames and smoke. The 4 wind dragons who came with Beemo come to stand beside Xasha. Other than where Megan was engaging with Warhammer, Bruce where Xasha stood was the only safe place in the sky.

𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔𖣔 Aᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's Nᴏᴛᴇ For everything in this journey of life we are on, there is a right wing and a left wing: for the wing of love there is anger; for the wing of destiny there is fear; for the wing of pain there is healing; for the wing of hurt there is forgiveness; for the wing of pride there is humility; for the wing of giving there is taking; for the wing of tears there is joy; for the wing of rejection there is acceptance; for the wing of judgment there is grace; for the wing of honor there is shame; for the wing of letting go there is the wing of keeping.

“But , but I am not slee – “ I am disturbed as my mouth opens up and releases a deep yawn. I hear his angelic voice chuckle , his chest vibrating. “I will wake you up when we get to your father’s kingdom…” I feel the warmth of his chest engulf me in a space of peace and absolute comfort – with in no time I felt my eyes shut softly , and I started to love deeper and deeper into a slumber while listening to the gentle beats of Xavier’s heart. Alexander’s Pov