Uriel Orv Mga Nobela at Kwento

What had she done? Small whispers and tears from my uncle had me puzzled. Not once had I ever seen the God of War cry and Uriel continued to speak to him like it was nothing. My own body twisted in on itself, listening the doubt he had in his own abilities. The cocky god, the unbeatable warrior, had a soft side deep inside him. I could sense Uriel’s smile as she watched the two mates hold each other’s embrace. Their kisses becoming too heated for her to watch as she tried to slide down the bed.

This time, I swing it open. I'm instantly greeted by a pale face. Uriel. He looks worse than the last time I saw him. His skin is ashen, with bags under his eyes. His entire frame trembles as if he's barely holding himself upright. And yet, despite that fragility, his expression is flat. "You're back?" he mutters. I arch a brow, tightening my grip on the bags. "What are you doing here?" For the briefest moment, his gaze darts to me...then slides past my shoulder, landing on Nova.

“What exactly do you want me to say, Savannah? That she’s right? That she’s wrong? That my family loves nothing more than rewriting history when it suits them?” I hesitated. “I just want to know if there’s any truth to it.” “There’s truth in everything,” he said softly, almost to himself. “Even in lies. That’s what makes them powerful.” It wasn’t the answer I wanted. It wasn’t even close. But the way he said it, the quiet weight of it, made me realize I wasn’t going to get anything clearer. “Uriel thinks I’m in danger being around you,” I said finally. He laughed now. “Uriel thinks everyone’s in danger when they’re not orbiting her ego. Don’t waste your time worrying about her.”

When he looked at Armstrong again, his chest was facing the air, but his face was toward the ground, leaving only the back of his head for Uriel to see. Uriel was dumbstruck as he looked at Armstrong’s corpse and could not even move an inch from where he stood. Javier patted his hands and walked toward Uriel before pulling his head upward. “Now then, how much do you owe me in total?” Uriel finally regained his senses. His heart was trembling in fear as he looked at Javier’s evil grin in shock. Of course, Uriel had murdered others before. He had been even cruel enough to let loose a machine gun at a child.

He stretched out the sword, and then he moved the sword while demonstrating his moves. Uriel's fighting moves are very fast. He was like an expert in fighting. Whereas in the past, Uriel didn't really like the ban. He jumped, then spun around, then kicked and stabbed after all he beat the guards to a pulp. He was really very satisfied when he himself carried out the murder of the guards.

He’s handsome in that dangerous, aristocratic way vampires usually are: sharp jaw, dark eyes with a hint of humor, and an arrogance that fills the hall like perfume. “Look at me,” he orders. Liz obeys slowly. Uriel crouches and takes her chin between his fingers, tilting her face upward. His grin widens. “Phoenix has terrible taste,” he says lightly, “but at least he didn’t drag home something ugly.” Heat rises to Liz’s cheeks—shame, disgust, and the humiliation of being examined like livestock. Uriel’s thumb brushes her lower lip. Then, shockingly, he presses his finger into her mouth, sliding it across her tongue as if testing a piece of fruit at a market. God, she just couldn't take it an

Ulrich stood on the rooftop of a tall building, surveying her territory. From up here, she could see everything – the bustling streets, the tall skyscrapers, and the sprawling neighborhoods. As the leader of this urban city, she took great pride in keeping it safe and prosperous. But something was amiss. In the past few weeks, there had been strange attacks on her people. Reports of unexplained injuries and missing persons were becoming more frequent. Ulrich had sent her team to investigate, but they had found no evidence of human or animal perpetrators.

“Are you sure? Once I mark you as my mate, there is no going back, Raava. I’m not gonna be your perfect alpha. I’m a twisted, messed up piece of shit.” “I don’t care.” I begged. “Please do whatever you want with me.” Uriel unzipped his trousers and, before I could think about anything else, he grabbed my leg and shoved his cock inside me. I gasped and shivered. His cock was melting my insides. It felt warm and full inside me. Uriel carried me up in his arms and moved them to my butt. My legs were wrapped around his waist. He moved slightly and stopped. “Shit.”