Nevaeh
I wake up in a great deal of pain. My back hurts, and so does my stomach. As I gaze down at my torn and bloodied dress, I can’t believe that Henry and Aaron tried to kill me. Images of what happened rush through my mind. I remember Henry stabbing me in the stomach with his claws and falling down the stairs. My hand shakes as I pull my dress up to inspect the damage. My left ankle is swollen, and my legs are bruised, but there are no stab wounds in my stomach, and my leg isn’t broken. How is that possible? Moving my hand up, I trace the skin around my stomach. There’s not even a scar. Relief and fear war inside of me. Is this a dream? Am I really alive, or am I lying dead in my house?
Swallowing hard, I gaze around the cold dark room. The soiled brick walls are barren, with only a single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. The light casts an eerie glow around the room, and there are no windows. I search the shadows until my eye
Mikhail“Here’s what we’re going to do. Rowan and Carrick will walk to the warehouse and create a distraction. Act as if you’re lost and make a lot of noise to draw their attention. Be very belligerent. While you’re doing that, Azazel and I will fly high in the air and take down the hellhounds on the roof. Alex, Kell, and Mathias will go through the back. Be as stealthy as you can.” Everyone agrees.As planned, Rowan and Carrick walk up to the guards and pretend to argue and push each other, distracting the guards. While the guards are distracted, Azazel and I fly up to the roof and disable the guards.Once we’ve taken care of the guards, we step inside the warehouse. Azazel and I search the area. Hellhounds are walking the premises and two guarding a door.Aaron and Henry are standing off in a corner, talking. From their claws and glowing eyes, I can see that they’re also hellhounds. I don’t know why
Chapter 35 - The challengeNevaehMikhail’s eyes are the last thing I see before the door closes behind me. Just then, a bright light bursts from the bottom of the door. I rattle the doorknob and try to get back in the room, but the door is shut tight. “It’s not going to work, Nevaeh,” Azazel mutters helplessly.I turn and face him, surprised to see that Alex, Rowan, Carrick, Kell, and another man are also standing there.Seeing my despair, Azazel pulls me into his arms. “We need to go in there and help Mikhail.” I cry out mournfully. “Please.”Azazel shakes his head. “We can’t, luv. Mikhail and Luka have enacted the Macto Benficium duellum Sanguis.” My brow furrows with confusion. “I don’t understand. What does that mean?”The handsome man who was standing
AzazelBloody Mathias, what a wanker making Nevaeh feel unwanted. Taking a deep breath, I walk back to the living room and face Mathias. I don’t bloody care if he’s the Council’s top enforcer. He hurt Nevaeh, and I will not stand for that. “You’re a right foul git, you know that?”Mathias’ brows arch in warning at my bold words, but I’m too angry to care. “You sit here as if your bollocks are made of steel when you and I both know that nineteen years ago, you shagged Nevaeh’s mother after getting knackered. Well? Do you deny it?”Mathias sifts his fingers through his hair. “I…I can’t deny it. I lost Marael and was searching for her killer when I hit a dead end. I didn’t know what to do. The woman I loved was gone, and I couldn’t find the being responsible for her death. It was at my lowest moment that I wandered into the nightclub. I was busy trying to
Chapter 37 - New hopeNevaehI nod my head and gaze into Mathias's eye as he takes a seat next to me. He shifts in place and runs his fingers through his hair uncomfortably, which somehow puts me more at ease.“What did you want to talk about?” I ask softly.Scenarios of what he might want to discuss run through my head. What if he’s going to reject me? Better yet, what if he’s taking pity on me and is giving me a half-hearted apology. God, I am so pathetic. Here is my real dad, and he doesn’t want me.Mathias rubs his hands together. “I know that you're angry right now, and I don’t blame you, Nevaeh. But I want you to understand that I had lost the woman I loved before I met your mother. I was so lost and heartbroken. I had no one. Then, to find out that I am no longer alone. That I have a daughter.” He hesitantly reaches for my hand and enfolds it in his larger one. I look at our hands in amazement.
MikhailLukan and I are at the Sanctum, where the Macto Benficium duellum Sanguis takes place. The Sanctum is sparse and sterile. There is no life here. Just endless floors of black polished marble surrounded by infinite darkness.Lukan is standing across from me, holding a knife in his hand as he prepares to kill me. “Well, boy, it’s finally time for you to do what you should have done when you were born─ die.” He aims the knife at my chest, ready to strike. However, before he can, I kick his hand and send the knife skidding across the floor.He recuperates fast and kicks me in the stomach. I slump back on the floor but recover quickly and punch him in the face and elbow him in the gut. Crying in pain, Lukan falls to his knees and clutches his gut. I take advantage and knee him in the face, but he deflects my knee, twists my leg, and hits the back of my thigh with his fist. Excruciating pain reverberates throug
Chapter 39 - Epilogue“You better hurry, Princess, or we won’t make it on time.” Nevaeh runs down the stairs looking flustered, one shoe on her foot and the other in her hand. “You know we wouldn’t be late if you hadn’t distracted me in bed.”I give her a pleased smile. “If you didn’t like it, you should have said so.”She shakes her head. “You are such a bad boy, babe.”I kiss her lips and take her hand. “We better go before your father, and the others have my head,”I’m not joking either. Today is our graduation, and Mathias is coming to see Nevaeh and my b
Nevaeh “You look beautiful, princess,” Mikhail whispers in my ears as we sway to the music. I hold tightly to his shoulders and close my eyes as he places kisses across my neck and shoulder. I can’t believe it’s prom night and that I’m in my boyfriend’s arms. So many things have changed for me over the past year. Nine months ago, I was just a lonely girl with a messed up family who dreamt of a beautiful angel loving me. Who knew that my boyfriend would turn out to be that angel? Or that I’d find my soulmate? Definitely, not me. “I love you,” I pull my head back and mutter against Mikhail’s chin as he rains kiss
Mikhail “Jeez, hold your horses!” I call out at the sound of persistent knocking on my door. Nevaeh quirks a questioning brow as I untangle our bodies from our perch on the couch and approach the door. “Who would be knocking on our door and interrupt move night? It better not be Rowan.” She mutters with a note of annoyance. I shrug my shoulders and open the door. Mathias doesn’t hesitate to walk past me without a welcome. “Oh, hey Mathias, please come in,” I say sarcastically.&nb
Samael I watch as Galena and our baby rush through the secret door with trepidation before I close it behind them. Turning back, I prepare to fight whoever is rushing up the stairs. It sounds like a stampede of bulls is heading in my direction. Letting my demon loose, I let my eyes change into their icy color, extend my claws, and release my fangs. My body swells with power as rage courses through me. As soon as the door bursts open, I fight. A group of hellhounds burst through the doors, their claws out as they begin to slash. Using my sword skills, I tear through their bodies, slicing their heads and limbs, but they keep coming.&nb
Galena I gaze down into my son’s beautiful cherubic face. He looks so much like Samael with his ebony hair and eyes. As I caress his tiny fingers, a smile spreads across my face. “You’re perfect, my little Azrael.” “Yes, he is, isn’t he.” Samael’s arms wrap around my waist as he pulls me close to his chest, and his lips lay gentle kisses on my naked shoulder as our son continues to suckle on my breast. “He’s as perfect as his mother.” I angle my head and face my mate. We’ve only been together for a couple of years, but I’ve never been so happy. That night at the warehouse when Samael saved me was the best night of my life. For years, I thought I’d
“I told you the thing was a piece of rubbish.” My best mate, Azazel, mutters when the vehicle’s engine fails for the millionth time today. We’ve been working on rebuilding this vehicle for months, and the bloody thing won’t start. Reaching for a towel, I wipe the oil from my hands. “You need to stop being so negative, mate. It will start. We just need to continue working. Rome wasn’t built in a bloody day, you git.” Azazel quirks a cynical brow. “Alright, I’ll trust you, but I’m not going to the auto shop for that distributor cap. It’s your bleeding turn.” I roll my eyes. &ldqu
Azazel “What do you think?” My best mate, Samael, gestures to what I’m sure was once a magnificent muscle car. However, as I look at the vehicle’s unfinished exterior, vent frame, and empty trunk, I can see that its glory days are long gone. “I think you should get all of your quids back, mate. This…thing is not meant to be taken on the road.” Samael’s lip quirks with bemusement. His dark hair brushes his shoulders, and his obsidian eyes gleam with excitement. “Bloody hell, Azazel, have some vision. After we’re done fixing it, this vehicle will purr like a kitten.” I give him a s
Nevaeh I’m nervous. I don’t know why, but I am. I look at Mihail, who is slumped down comfortably in his chair and roll my eyes. Of course, he’s not nervous. I swear my boyfriend is made of steel. He gives me a crooked smile as he takes my hand and pulls me into his embrace. “Don’t worry, princess, we’ll do great.” I shake my head. “Why aren’t you nervous? You do know that this presentation is a big part of our grade, right?” Mikhail nods his head. “I know, but you’ll do fine. I mean, we’ve practiced every day this week. And some of those practices were really
Mikhail “You suck at this!” I tell Rowan as he clicks a couple of buttons in his console controller. Rowan scowls in reply. “It’s only because you're cheating, bro.” I roll my eyes and press a button to finally annihilate him. “What the hell, Khail!” He cries out grumpily. “I would have had you.” I shake my head and open my lips to respond, but before I can, Alex steps into the living room and looks at both of us. “Are you two done here? Because I have some good news.”&n
Mikhail Rowan and I shift in our seats impatiently as we wait for someone to speak to us. I look at Rowan, who moves closer to me. We’ve been living alone in our abandoned school bus for a while and were hustling money from people on the streets until one of the Council’s officers caught us and took us to one of the group homes. The Council members were not very happy to find out that I was a Hybrid. After reading Rowan’s book on Supernaturals and living on the streets for so long, I learned a lot about what I am. One being that Hybrids are not accepted in the Supernatural world. There aren’t many of us. In fact, I think I’m the only one of my species, and it seems that being a demon and angel hybrid is the worst you can be. In fact, when I went before the Council judge, the Council was debating whether or not I should be terminated. It has definitely been a crappy cou
Hybrid Bonus Chapter 43 - Khail meets RowanMikhail I don’t know where I’m going, but I couldn’t stay there anymore. My body aches, reminding me of the beating I took from my foster father days ago. Lifting my shirt, I take a look at my back, using the reflection from a nearby window to check my wounds. My winged tattoos glow like beacons on my back, and any sign of damage is gone. This all began when wings sprouted from my tattoos. I don’t understand where the tattoos or the wings came from, but it scared my foster father enough to pray while he tried to cut them off. My body shudders at the memory. He called me evil and told me I was sent from hell as he cut them off, then proceeded to use his belt against my sensitive skin. As I rush through the grimy alleys, I ignore any residual
Nevaeh “Ugh, I’m so glad we’re done moving everything in,” Mikhail puffs out a breath as he slumps on the bed beside me. I look around our small apartment and all of the boxes that need to be unpacked and quirk an amused brow. “It’s not like you weren’t strong enough to carry the boxes in. But I’m too tired to finish unpacking. I’ll do it tomorrow.” After my father sold the house, Azazel offered us the use of one of his apartment lofts, which we readily accepted. At first, I was hesitant about moving in with Mikhail because I felt that we were moving too swiftly, but I quickly realized that we’re soulmates. We’re meant to be together, and I love him beyond re