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.
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Chapter 1- Everything is changingNevaehHis beautiful muscular body is straining. However, my eyes are focused on the magnificent wings standing proudly behind his back. “They're beautiful. Can I touch them?” I whisper softly. Even though I can't see his face, I know that he is beautiful. He smiles, running his hand caressingly over my arm and whispers sensuously. “Nevaeh, you are my Sodales semper, my love, always.” He says in a deep, gravelly voice. I move forward, my hand extended. I want to touch him so badly that my body is shaking with excitement. As he moves closer, I can feel his breath on my face. His wings move as if seeking my hand. My hand strokes the feathers. They are soft and warm to the touch. I run my hand caressingly down his wing, enjoying the soft downy feel of his feathers. His wing flutters and his breathing quickens with desire. Biting my lip, I shyly gaze at him through the curtain of my dark h
Chapter 2 - Protesting too muchMikhailI stroll into the living room of our new home. Home, what a joke. The SC (Supernatural Council) placed us here because they don’t know what to do with us. Unfortunately, like the human world, the supernatural world is also full of orphans. According to the system, my parents are unknown. I was found in an abandoned warehouse. Unfortunately, no one stepped up to claim me, so they placed me in a home for supernatural kids. The problem is that, unlike human homes, our jailers had to make sure we weren’t using our powers or killing innocents by mistake. In my case, the Council keeps a very close eye on me. Apparently, being the son of an Angel and a Demon is considered taboo. The council members call me an abomination. The Angels hate me, and the Demons don’t know what to do about me. According to my Nephilim friend, Kara, there has never been a mating recorded between an Angel and a Demon. Such relationshi
Chapter 3 - Crushing on the bad boyNevaehThe wind feels so good caressing my body as I sway in my swing. I couldn’t stand being in that house any longer. The day is so beautiful, even though the house is cold and stark. As soon as I got home, I exchanged my cheer uniform for a tank top and cut-off jeans. Once I was ready, I set off to sit in my swing and read the Cleopatra and Marc Anthony novel.However, as soon as I lay my head on the seat, all I can think about was him. Why is Mikhail consuming my thoughts so much? The guy is an asshole. I mean, I apologized. What else can I do? I look over to the house across the street with a pang of longing. According to Jez, he lives there.My thoughts keep replaying the moment I was falling down the stairs. He was so strong and smelled so good. Grrrrrr, stop thinking about him. I give myself a mental slap and stare at the sky. I wonder if he sees me.Sighing in re
Chapter 4 - Waiting for what?MikhailI keep my eyes focused on the door as I make my way to class. Rowan walks in and nods his head in my direction. A few minutes pass, and Nevaeh still hasn’t come in. Mrs. Christiansen begins her lecture on the project, but my mind is focused elsewhere. Where is she?After that near kiss last period, I have mixed feelings. I don’t want to like Nevaeh, but she keeps sneaking into my thoughts. Once Mrs. Christiansen is done, all the partners begin to work, leaving me on my own. Maybe I should have kissed her. Being that close to her felt so right, and her apology shook me.As the rest of the period continues and Nevaeh doesn’t appear, I can’t help but be concerned when her friend Jezelle rushes out of the room. Trying to keep a calm façade, I scan the hallway. She’s not there. Rowan catches up to me once the class is over and gives me an inquiring smirk. “Looks like your
Chapter 5 - Stupidly infuriatingNevaehFifth-period Physics drags on. I keep glancing at Mikhail’s empty desk in hopes that he will magically appear, but I know he’s probably in big trouble. Jez doesn’t have this class with me, which makes it ten times worse. At some point, Rowan moves closer to my seat and smiles. Curious about the fight, I quietly ask. “What was that fight about Rowan? What did Henry and Travis say to Mikhail?”Rowan’s smile disappears, becoming very serious. “Well, Princess, it turns out your ex and his buddy were making disrespectful comments about you. Something about you servicing each of them.”I cover my mouth, disgusted. “What?” I ask. I’m in disbelief. How could Travis do this to me? I’ve never hurt him, yet he has the nerve to make a comment like that about me after all that he’s done.“Ye
Chapter 6 - There’s no manual for thisMikhailI take a deep breath closing the office door behind me. The secretary, Mrs. Chase, sniffs loudly as she hands me my detention slip. Taking it, I step out and quirk a brow when I see Nevaeh Rivera standing there.“Mikhail,” Nevaeh whispers as she quietly strides towards me. “Yeah,” I say, annoyed. I know I’m rude, but I feel that I have the right after everything that has happened between us.Nevaeh bites her lips as her eyes run across my body appraisingly. My body heats with pleasure. She might as well have touched by how my body is reacting. “Are you okay?” She mumbles huskily. She looks so beautiful that it makes me want to pull her into my arms.I nod my head, confused by her concern. “What happened to you earlier?” I ask. Her brow furrows with confusion. Hell, I’m just a
Chapter 7- I’m in heavenNevaehRushing from the hallways to my car, I feel a sense of urgent excitement. I try not to think that my excitement stems from Mikhail coming to my house after school. Today is Wednesday, the only day of the week when I have nothing to do. Most of the time, I’m attending student council, music, dance, or cheer. That’s one of the reasons that I don’t work. With my hectic schedule, it’s hard to work a part-time job.As soon as I get home, I lay my bags down on the kitchen counter and head to the fridge. It’s empty. It looks like it’s going to be pizza again. I order an extra-large sausage with pepperoncini and pineapple. Mmmmm, I love pizza. I ordered it extra-large in case Mikhail is hungry.Heading to my room, I throw off my clothes. I can see a pile collecting in the corner, so I make a mental note: Go food shopping and do laundry. I look through my closet for a coupl
Chapter 8 - Reality returnsMikhailGripping my bag tightly, I stride quickly out of Nevaeh’s house. Rowan matches my steps, looking contrite. “Sorry for interrupting, but it looks like shit is going to hit the fan. Lukan’s here, and he doesn’t look happy.”I close my eyes and take a deep, steadying breath. Flashing back to a few minutes ago, I picture Neveah’s hair flowing around her chest and how good her velvety skin felt beneath my fingers. My mouth waters, remembering her nipples straining against her snug dress. Fuck! Why did the real world have to interfere? It was such a perfect moment. Yet, I know that it’s better this way. Nevaeh and I can never be together. It’s impossible.“It’s cool, man; we were just doing homework,” I say as I rub my hand across the back of my neck. Rowan turns to me with a disbelieving frown. “Are you kidding me, man?
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