Damon: She stalks toward me gracefully, that murderous gleam in her eyes, and the energy of her powers buzzing through the air. She looks like she wants to end me, and she could. She could engulf me in flames right here and right now without lifting a finger. It should disturb me, it should make me tremble, but instead I nearly fall to my knees before her in worship. She has already destroyed me, yet I'm ready to beg her to do it again, consequences be damned. Aylin: My chest heaves, and my fists clench as I slowly walk over to the wall I have him bound to with my magic. That forsaken part of my mind whispers at me to burn this castle to the ground, let us both burn and perish here in our own misery and the shattered pieces of this demented love we have for each other. Yet when his red eyes meet mine, they're only filled with adoration. My own heart stutters in response, but I continue to stalk forth. This is the sequel to "Alpha's Fallen Angel", this book will not make sense if you don't read that first
View MoreDamon is still tense as I portal us to the door leading to my room. I hesitate momentarily before remembering I allowed him to be in here before; there's no point in acting territorial now. I let out a breath before I open the door and begin to lead him into the bathing chamber, where I keep my bandages and wound cleaning kits.“Holy hell, I must have been too distracted the last time I was in here to notice the amount of books in here,” he states, looking around at my walls“They’re kind of hard to miss, don’t you think?” I tell him with a raised browThe entire wall behind my bed, from top to bottom, was bookshelves built into the wall, and they were overstuffed, same with the wall adjacent to that, where my oversized reading chair sat. “I suppose I wasn’t entirely focused on your taste in interior design the last time I was here,” he teases with a grin. “although I didn’t know you read,” he adds in as we enter the bathing chamber, and I begin to pull out the needed supplies.
With Damon and my army in tow, I portal immediately to where the wards are weakest to allow demons entry to and from the realm. This is where they'll strike. Father is waiting there for me, his face grave. Whatever he's discovered, it isn't good. He meets my gaze and speaks before I can ask him for an update. "They've deteriorated and taken over one of the villager's minds. They heard the announcement the second we made it. They'll attack at any moment," he says bluntly, his face all business and ice-cold rage. My lips part as I take in his words. That would be Jeremiel's handiwork. The angels' army is like a web, their minds open to one another and constantly sending all information back to their central. Each one of the High Guards serves as said central, commanding a large chunk of each branch, and all the High Guards have the ability to form that pathway in another's mind. At baseline, demon genetics would fight against it like an illness, but if their physical form is weak eno
The announcement of Amara's discovery went as well as could be expected. Some were overjoyed, some were stunned into silence, and most were indifferent, but the blinding anger that few radiated was unsettling. When the anger hit Azrael, he nearly fell to his knees as he absorbed it. He would have if I hadn't kept a mental hand on him during the announcement, anticipating it. I know him well; he's arguably my closest companion, and he does not respond well to feeling others' negative emotions. Perhaps his gift is what makes him so empathetic. I couldn't say we weren't expecting some anger or kickback, but I almost feel like I must have been too out of touch with my people because I wasn't expecting it to be this intense. Maybe I've gotten too laid back, too trusting of my people who have only ever betrayed us because of that one reason. To a point, I understand. Angels are our mortal enemies, and some demons are still alive who were subjected to slavery by their hands. I was the s
An hour and a half ago I can't concentrate on anything. I can't stop thinking about him. There's a dull pain in my chest, and I can only imagine it's my own heart eating itself alive because I want him so badly. Just the idea of him, of my mate. That's the only thing I want. When he's gone, I crave him so badly because I completely forget who he is, what he is, what he's done. I'm reminded of all that when he's in front of me. He wears it in the blazing red of his eyes, his cold touch, and his silent heart. It's not that I don't understand his reasoning. I do. Even if I didn't, I have no room to talk. I'm wretched down to my bones. But I never killed a child, I never allowed my armies to rape anyone or harm children, and the few times it has happened, I didn't look the other way. I killed them all, I let that feral part of me take over, and I melted their brains. I did that even before it was personal. I want to believe he never took part in it and never laid a hand
I watch Aylin walk away after she shoves me off of her, and godsdamn, it is a beautiful sight. I mentally punch myself in the face for being a disrespectful shithead, but yeah, she managed to bring my dick back to life, and it's completely fixated on her. Fuck. The way her neck felt under my hand was a sin. The second I scented how turned on she was, I could have died right there and been a happy man. My cock twitches in my pants at the thought, and I reach down to adjust myself, having no desire to walk back to the castle showing off a full-on boner. I'm half-crazed. I have no desire to be around my friends, let alone be around anyone who isn't Aylin. So, I pick myself up and start walking the fuck back to my room while I stay fixated on the last forty minutes of my life. So maybe I got a little jealous, and maybe I'm holding myself back from going out there and grabbing her again so no one else can smell her. A growl rips out of me at the thought, and I grind my jaw. Mi
I watch as the crowd disperses between the dancing and the drinks, those who already had enough to drink heading for the dance floor. "Everyone loved that ballet, Allie, this will go over well," Azrael says as he watches everyone split up with me. I nod at him. "I hope so. We need some more diversity here. It'll be nice to have options other than sex clubs to go out to at night," I tell him. "You say that like you actually go out," he teases, and I shoot a spear of ice at his face, causing him to shriek and throw up an air shield. "Serves you right," I say before walking away to the bar I go to stand in line, but of course, the second I get behind the last person waiting, everyone steps aside to let me forth "I'm perfectly capable of waiting in line. Stand as you were," I order them all, to which they hesitantly comply I silently wait, spacing out a bit, thinking of this morning's meeting and how I'm going to go about spying on Jeremiel and how Father's announcement
I am so going to court the fuck out of her. I was alive back when they did that shit, how hard can it be? Sure, I never actually watched it happen, but that's neither here nor there. What's the worst that could happen? She rejects me? Too late. I'll surely need a more detailed list of things I know she likes, which currently consists of violence, coffee, and secret hiding places. Would it do the trick if I got her a puppy with a note on his collar that says, 'Please love me, I'm desperate.' Who doesn't like puppies? I fully acknowledge that I'm an idiot, probably blatantly showing off my desperation for the most minuscule fleck of her attention, but oh, well. With Silas dead and Samirah handling the reconstruction of the vampire kingdom, my life has become disgustingly pointless. I mean, seriously, I have nothing to do. My current task is exploring the Underworld and memorizing it. I'm so fucking bored, and it's been what? Not even four days? I know why Samirah took the task
The following day, I wake at my usual five in the morning, feeling comforted by the fact that I'm back to my routine. As usual, Kalea and Fallon come in, attempting to fuss over me, and I wave them away, telling them I can take care of myself. There's little to do today before the Festival, so I can thankfully focus on presenting the Village of Dreams to the incubi and succubi. Rumors have circulated since I offered the servants relief from their duties, but this will confirm everything. After tonight, I hope that the only sex workers who remain are there of their own free will, as well as the servants. I've also opened up a spot in the army specifically for shapeshifters; they will specialize in spying on enemy territory. To prevent any prejudice, I've passed a law that makes it illegal for someone to not hire any demon due to class. Unfortunately, bosses and owners will still do what they want, so I've also set up an anonymous reporting system. I haven't been this excited abo
Although I exercised my magic well enough during training, I still feel restless. There's no way sleep will come. I portaled to Amara's to see her for a few minutes, saw the Haven vampires to their new houses, and checked in with the ones I had already placed to ensure everything was going well. The sky has already turned to obsidian, but the full moon illuminates my path well enough. I'm considering seeking out Damon to get started on the vampires, but the emotional drain of being in his presence will probably have the opposite effect on me. "Queen Aylin!" a somewhat familiar voice calls me, making me turn around to find Marie, the one-eyed warrior, running for me. "Yes?" I ask her, pausing my steps so she can catch up with me Marie is beautiful; the scars and missing eyes only seem to add to her beauty. She's dark-skinned, her hair a tamed and beautiful mess of curls that goes down to her shoulders, and she's got the muscular body of a warrior. "I didn't catch you; my friends sa
This is Book Two of the Demonic Angels Trilogy, this book will not make sense unless you read ‘Alpha’s Fallen Angel’ first. Thank you guys for reading and for all the support! Aylin is by far my favorite character of mine, so I’ve been looking forward to this book for quite awhile! Enjoy :) Seth and I are guarding the side door of this decrepit warehouse, hoping to Hades these slimy bloodsuckers try to sneak Amara out this exit. It didn’t appear that there were any other exits, but that means nothing. My castle has twelve secret pathways leading in and out of my city. Luck seems to be on our side as I see the door open. Immediately, my power starts to rumble to life, ready to destroy the people keeping my sister prisoner. Seth readies himself as the door opens, and two vampires come out, both their arms around a deathly ill-looking Amara. My power goes completely dormant like a switch’s flick as musk, patchouli, and mahogany reaches my nostrils. I freeze, my eyes widening as red ey
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