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DEVIL'S ANGEL FIFTEEN
After leaving the corridor in tears, Arthur refused to back down, his determination to find his sister increased. He continued with his blind hunt Combing every corner of the fortress not minding the fact that it was late into the night.His footsteps came to a halt as he caught sight of a black shadow in the dark. Arthur felt his heartbeat doubled, it was then he realized how far he had gone from the castle, now he was standing in front of an abandoned hut surrounded by tall trees. He knew it's about time he starts making his way back to the castle but curious of what was happening in the dark hut and the possibility of him finding his sister or one of the servants that came with him clouded his mind, stopping his brain from sending the needed signal.He proceeded to walking towards the hut, when he gets closer he started hearing painful groans and offensive moans coming out of the hut, his heart missed a beat on hearing this sounds because even though he is far from his kingdom the
DEVIL'S ANGEL SIXTEEN
The guard fixed a predatory gaze on Arthur, effortlessly he pushed him against the wall. "Finally!." He whispered into his ear, pressing his body on him, which resulted in his hardened member pricking him.His hot breath washed over Arthur's face making him cower Into the wall. "Pl…please don't—" he stammered with a pleading tone.But was quickly silenced with a slap across the face. "Do not presume you are still an honorable guest here!, you are not in any position to tell me what I can or cannot do. understand?!"Arthur’s teeth rattled from the force of the blow, and he tasted blood, "Y-yes." He managed to give a reply "Good." The guard yanked Arthur's tunic out of his breeches, hoisted it over his head, and discarded it on the ground with a bold sly smile.However, his smile faded upon seeing another layer of clothing. He pulled off that shirt, only to discover a third. Agitated he thundered "how many shirts are you wearing!?". “ Idiot! Don't you know that in Kansas modesty is n
DEVIL'S ANGEL SEVENTEEN
Mirabella stirred from her slumber, feeling a weight pressing upon her. Even before opening her eyes, she already knew what was about to happen. After drinking the drink offered to her and her brother , she opened her eyes to discover that they have been separated, what was more, she has no idea when she will ever get to see her brother again. She could feel her body tingling with warmth, and she could already feel herself becoming aroused, even as dread filled her. Swallowing nervously, she slowly opened her eyes at least to see who it was this time."Fallen princess," the person uttered in a guttural groan. He appeared livid and exhausted but not physically exhausted, rather mentally burdened. Mira struggled to find the right words to describe her night visitor but she turned up with nothing more suitable.Unlike her brother she was smart enough to surrender to her fate, just like her new master had said doing so was the only way to survive in the land of sex and blood hungry beas
DEVIL'S ANGEL EIGHTEEN
For three days now the king's beast has refused to retreat, news of that fourth night incident had spread throughout the entire kingdom. It was the talk of every gathering and the subject of countless discussions. People couldn't help but speculate and develop their own theories about what had happened.Some individuals were worried because it meant that their king had totally lost control of his beast and it could escape its confinement at any moment,or even go on a rampage, wreaking havoc on his own kingdom.They fear that they are no longer safe. On the other hand, there were those who, despite their fear, found a glimmer of hope in the actions of the beast. That behavior was not the action of a feral beast. What if this meant that the curse placed on their king was about to be lifted?Even though he was a rude and arrogant king to the other nations under him, Xerxes had managed to win the heart of his people. These citizens as long as they are of strong birth and from a powerful
DEVIL'S ANGEL Trouble
“I have issued an order. Do not defy it, my ass." Morgana mocked as she rummaged through her closet. "As if I'm going to sit idly while that little human boy remains in my mate's chambers any longer."“ I just can't believe all the effort I put in to create that potion went down the drain right in front of me!, because of a mere human Xerxes rejected my submission, he insulted the woman in me, now I can't step out of this cave, I can't walk freely in the street where I was once worship and this is all…, why are there all black and red clothes in here!!”She threw one of the clothes at a maid who was nervously waiting for her instructions.Feeling helpless in the tense atmosphere, the poor girl who knew nothing about her mistress wardrobe fell face down, trembling all over as she begged for mercy. Luckily for her, the heavens were on her side. A sigh of relief escaped her lips when Dora ran in with a colorful dress.“I bet this will suit you best, my lady.” The head maid said with a s
DEVIL'S ANGEL Spell
In the middle of the night lady Morgana made her way towards the king's chambers, her steps resolute and determined. Series of spells coming out of her mouth. On every step she took a guard drops down, falling into deep sleep nonchalantly she waltzed past the bodies jumping over some and mercilessly kicking others out of her way.Upon reaching the imposing metal gates, she fixed them with a steely glare. The gates stood tall once again, with all the locks securely fastened. It seems Lord Daemon had wasted no time in ensuring their fortification. He had obviously been here with the locksmith to reinforce them. Yet, he had chosen to leave the boy in there. Were they all expected to turn a blind eye to what was happening? Leave the boy with her Xerxes for as long as the mindless beast wanted?Never!, that could only happen over Morgana's dead body. These past few days had not been easy for her. She had barely gotten a good night's sleep at all. She had almost worried herself to the gr
DEVIL'S ANGEL Bloodhost
Grand Lord Daemon was making his way back to his fortress after a late hunt, when Wilson joined him on his stroll.“ I wonder what a vibrant young man like you, is doing outside his chamber by this time of the night, when you should be in the warm hands of beautiful Barbra." He joked but unfortunately he was left to laugh at his own joke.For only the bearer of a shoe knows where he is itching. Daemon shot him a dreadful glance that caused him to choke on his own saliva.“ Daemon, don't tell me you still haven't settled things with your chosen mate?!" He asked, stating the fact. But this time he successfully got the grand lord to react.Daemon stopped on his track and his companion came standing in front of him ignoring the warning growl rumbling inside his throat.“come on, for the god's love, it's time you let Leah go and focus on reality, her being your blood host does not make her yours, each one of our kind are entitled to a mate and thanks be the heavens the poor lady found her'
DEVIL'S ANGEL Guts
Lady Morgana then turned to Arthur who was still huddled up in a corner like an embryo in the womb. With a smug and superior look on her face, she said in a proud tone. "That is how to satisfy a male alpha. Sadly only I could provide him with the blood his body craves for. If anything happens to me today, he cannot survive. Without a blood host, they cannot survive. That is how important I am to him.""The day he will sink his fangs into your pale little neck will be your funeral, for he will drain you dry. And I would take great pleasure in witnessing that.” She closed the distance between them. Pausing, Morgana's tone dripped with malice. "Unfortunately, that may not come to pass. After I'm through with you tonight, it will take a miracle for you to survive."" I have done nothing wrong to you. Why do you hate me so much?" Arthur glanced up at her, his voice laced with confusion. Morgana's eyes darkened, anger simmering within her. "How dare you question me?" she hissed furiously,
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