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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,
DEVIL'S ANGEL Caught
"Secure the bindings," Morgana ordered one of the soldiers and immediately Arthur was suspended, his arms spread wide and tightly bound. The ropes dug into his skin as the soldiers ensured they were secure. His gaze shifted to a large basin of boiling water in the corner of the small underground basement. Steam rose aggressively from it, showing its scorching temperature.Whips, both made of horsehide and leather, as well as spiked ones, were scattered about. There was a crown made of thorns, a branding iron, and many other tools Arthur had never seen before.Arthur swallowed nervously. Fear of the impending pain settling deep in his gut, though he refused to show it. A branding iron? His eyes followed the movements of a maid, who appeared to be preparing a fire pit. Did lady Morgana intend to brand him? Force him to wear that crown with its piercing thorns digging into his skull?"So, you must be enjoying these little niceties, aren't you?" Morgana taunt trying to goad him. With a
DEVIL'S ANGEL Unlucky
"I could ask you the same thing, Morgana" Xerxes’s tone was deceptively calm. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the array of torture tools and the little figure of Arthur, who was suspended no air like a sacrificial offering. Then, his eyes returned to the young woman his heart once beat for. “ What has come over you, Morgana?" The disappointment in his voice couldn't be concealed, causing Morgana to avert her gaze.She felt so embarrassed that she wished for the ground to open and swallow her up. She has always wanted to maintain that angelic reputation in front of her beloved. She never dreamt that a day like this would come when Xerxes would catch her in the act. How will she explain this, hanging a defenseless creature over a burning gangetic pot, and all this torture equipment.Xerxes took a step forward, his beast angry and ready to tear down the people who did this to their mate.On noticing how Xerxes was struggling with his beast Morgana quickly retreated a step. "
DEVIL'S ANGEL Soulbond
Arthur had finished bathing in the river and returned to his chamber to dress, Mira's voice echoing in his mind. It was sad to accept but his sister that night was right, of course. This is a reckless path he has chosen to trade, the road fate had thrust upon him was filled with unpredictable disaster.But does this really have anything to do with fate, destiny or however those weak minded creatures would put it? Arthur has never been the type to believe that whatever decision he decided to take has been planned and written down by any powerful being up there. He has always believed that he has full control over whatever was happening in his life, well not until he heard the conversation between the grand king and the sorceress back in the dungeon.Their words back then had planted a seed of doubt in his young mind and this seed was fast growing. For the past few hours he couldn't help but think “ what if '' what if there was indeed a being more powerful than the grand king sitting u
DEVIL'S ANGEL Jayantha
{ January 29 2032.}Cassy's forehead pressed against the steering wheel, her eyes squeezed shut, and her fingers jammed into her ears in an empty attempt to shut out some noise. She was a picture of desperation, a childlike pose that belied her grown woman's fears. "Go away!" she shrieked, though the car was empty. The words were a futile attempt to banish the horrors that haunted her since her childhood.Fourteen years of unrelenting terror had etched deep scars on her psyche. The memories of that fateful night still seared her mind: creatures crawling, crushing, and destroying her home resulting in the permanent dismissal of her father and her mother's current condition.To save her mother Cassey has sold everything her parents have worked hard to build,yet there was no improvement in her health. Her mom has been bedridden for the past fourteen years."Don't touch me!" The warning was a reflex, a futile attempt to maintain a boundary between herself and the unholy entity.A grotesq
DEVIL'S ANGEL Scent
There was something captivating about the young woman standing before him. Alpha Jay observed the lady. Her wide, startled blue eyes, the nervous fidgeting. That amongst other things piqued his interest. She was very beautiful—both in human and supernatural beings' standards. Her luxurious black hair, cascading down to her waist, framing a delicate face with rosy full lips that she chewed anxiously. The way the white gown clung to her figure, revealing every subtle dip and swell, ignited a spark of unfamiliar...something within him.However, it was not her beauty that had first caught his attention upon setting his eyes on her. It was her scent. The lady before him had the most enticing scent he had ever encountered in a long time. It was a scent that drew him in. Made him crave more."I…I…didn't see anything?" She stammered, retracting her step."I guess that explains why you are taking a step back ," he joked . He noticed her nervousness increase. "Just joking, " he laughed in a
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