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Liam was the only one who knew I was back, well not back. Or maybe I was? Until I decided I was here for the moment, although some weird part of me wanted to go back with Usel. We had met with Commander Ryan in secret, not trusting his office to not be bugged given the new information we had. Liam had gone and asked him if he wanted to get a meal, instead bringing him to his room that he knew was not bugged. He had swept it and then both he and I had checked a second time; Commander Ryan checking a third time. When we were certain that we were in the clear I spilled my guts. About everything I had been told, Verity had been told, that I had witnessed. I tried to be impartial as I still did not like the angels, however I also realized a lot of that was conditioned in me. The dialogue we had been fed since we were young was one of hate, and hate was hard as hell to root out. Liam had the letter that Verity had written and h
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“Do you think they will be back anytime soon?” I asked Shamshiel, lazily stretching. We had just finished another leg shaking round of sex, and I was completely and utterly exhausted. It had been a few days since we saw Devon and Usel last, and I was a bit on edge if I was being honest.“They should be, I would expect within a day or so” he responded, his eyes still scanning whatever document he was reading. I propped myself up on my elbow and eyed him.“Why did you pair those two together? Knowing they don’t get along?”“Usel is simply the best person for the job, she is one of my most reliable and strongest. There was no doubt in my mind that she would get him there safely. That is all, why?” He was trying not to look at me, a sure sign he was hidin
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On a low, choked growl Cain spilled his seed inside me, his cock pulsing as he poured into me. I felt it splatter against my walls. Spent he hunched over me, trailing soft kisses on my back and shoulders while he shuddered a few times. His hand skated down my side in sweet caresses as we stayed locked like that for a few moments before I propped myself up on my elbows. I felt him smile against my back as he pulled me the whole way up, and cupping my cheek turned my face to kiss him. His lips are chapped and rough, but the kiss sweet and tender. His cock slipped from me as he went soft, and I felt his cum rolling down my thighs. Slowly he got up, untangling himself from me gently and my eyes met Shamshiels as he stepped forward. I swallowed audibly with nerves, what was he going to think about all that? The soul tie, but Cain, and I had felt a similar pull to him as well. I sat back on my heels, causing more cum to flow out of me as I did so. He squatt
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I stood up and dusted myself off, exiting the room before I murdered one of them. Heading quickly to my room I brushed past several Nephilim on the way. They truly were beautiful creatures, these half angel half humans; but that didn’t matter at the moment. Why hadn’t Cain or Shamshiel told me this, why had it already been done, and without my consent? I yanked my door open and headed straight to the bathroom, to do what I always did with Liam. Let gravity help things along, bearing down I tried to expel as much of their cum as I could, lessening the chances that I would fall pregnant. A deep rage was simmering in my belly, just below the surface. I briefly considered maybe they didn’t know until it was too late; but quickly pushed that aside. They very easily could have remedied the situation by pulling out regardless. I was beyond mad with both of them, finishing up I pulled my pants back on and headed to spar. Cain had said he wan
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I saw red at those words. My vision danced before my eyes, shrouded in rage, as I shook and felt tears leak down my face. I had been so very careful, never falling pregnant because I knew if I did my baby would be forfeit to The Officials. Liam and I always took every precaution, lying about my cycle and timing our encounters accordingly. Would it be different with the angels? Or would they take the baby? I did not think they would, but I also had not agreed to be a mother and my choice had been taken away. Could I forgive these two bastards for what they did, even if it was not on purpose? I needed time to think. As their footsteps faded I knew they were looking for me, and I did not want to see them; and I wanted to be alone. For a long time. If I saw either one of their handsome faces I knew I would punch them in it and then forgive them, and if I was honest with myself I was not ready to forgive them. Throwing the knapsack on my back I crept towar
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I knew I couldn’t avoid the idiots forever, and I was starting to go stir crazy. People had come and gone from Castors lab quite a bit, and I knew Shamshiel and Cain had been among them. They had of course asked if Castor had seen me, which he thankfully denied; because technically he hardly had as I had stayed in my room. He was nice enough to semi hide me, I didn’t want to make it harder for him to do so. It was well past dark and I needed some more supplies as well as to stretch my muscles, being cooped up for several days was putting a crimp in my training schedule. I laced my boots up and crept out, carefully checking to ensure no one was around. I was going to head to the food storage, grab some food then go to the training area and swing my scythe. I hadn’t held it for some time and missed the feel of it in my hands, slicing through the air, the glint of the blade in the light. It was a palpable ache I needed to alleviate. So
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Cain showed me no mercy as his lips nipped and sucked at mine. His tongue plunged into my mouth, fiercely sweeping it like he couldn’t get enough of my taste. His hand circled my throat, pinning me to the ground as his other hand tore at my clothes. I felt the tie thrumming inside me, the pull to him almost magnetic after denying it for so long. He roughly kissed down my neck, stopping every few inches to bite my skin so hard I knew it would leave a mark. Gasping in mixed pleasure and pain as he continued his trek, his hand gripping my throat as he violently yanked my top down, my breasts bouncing slightly as they popped out and I could feel his erection throb against me as he drank them in; his eyes glowing. Our mixed blood was smeared across my lips, down my neck and now through the valley of my breasts; as he rolled a nipple between his teeth. The sharp jolts of pain shot to my core and I felt my pussy pulse with need, need for him, for him t
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It had been a few days and I hadn’t seen Cain for a while. Supposedly he was off on some sort of reconnaissance mission, but who knew with him. I had mostly come to unfortunate grips that chances were I was more than a little pregnant, and unsure who the daddy was. It made me feel more than a little dirty, especially since I seemed to be bonded in some way to Cain as well as Shamshiel. If I was being honest with myself, and I had a tendency not to be; I felt like a slut in a way. It was all new to me, much less whatever I had with Cain; and now there was a chance they both could be the father? Didn’t exactly make a girl feel good about herself. Yet, Shamshiel was ok, or at least seemed to be, with the fact I had tumbled into bed with Cain as well. Both men had their hold on me, and it was undeniable. Shamshiel, the sexy, brooding, tender angel. The one who considered every angle and acted on logic, ruled with his head even though his heart
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Shamshiel was right, the bond I had with him something vastly different then the one I had with Cain. Neither bond less than, just different. I had been physically attracted to the angel asshole the moment our eyes connected, now realizing that was the bond sparking between us. We had fought it initially, well I had, not knowing what it was. In the end his patient, gentle and honest way had slowly crept into my head and heart. Our bond was like an old pair of pants, comfortable, something easily slid into and relied upon. I knew Shamshiel was steady and true, his decisions made on logic after he considered every angle. He meant what he said when he spoke, and endeavored to speak true to not just me, but everyone. His was the calm to my storm, the safehaven. He was a leader, but not a dictator, demanding but not condescending. He was gentle in his requirements and orders to his people, and soft and tender with me. His emotions were usually concealed, b
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SEVERAL CENTURIES LATER CAIN “Come on Dad,” Vita taunted, flicking her long dark hair behind her shoulder. Her stance was low, feet planted firmly on the ground. I grinned at her, showing my teeth in a feral grin. My middle child was a feisty little spitfire of a Nephilim. She was so much like her mother, in looks and attitude; which is exactly why she and Yona fought constantly. Both of them headstrong, wildly intelligent and with tongues so sharp they could flay skin from bone. I glanced up briefly before lunging forward, quickly flipping her onto her back, not to be out maneuvered she landed a kick to my stomach that had me shuffling backward with the force. Beating her onyx wings she lifted herself up, a smile on her face. “Would you two stop dicking around?” My eldest son, Sabrael drawled, walking into the training ring. A small blonde human tucked up against him, her smile bright as she looked up at him. Sabrael too was a warrior like his sister, but where Vita was all bark
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YONA His pain was cleaving my heart in two. This tortured, beautiful man across from me deserved so much more than he was allowing himself to have. His eyes shimmered with the pain of his loss, and the knowledge tore at my soul. He was mourning, and had been for centuries; but also couldn’t move on without feeling guilty. The struggle was written all over his face and I couldn’t hesitate lest it cost me. Leaning forward I cupped his cheek, my hand brushing over the rough stubble there, before I met his chapped lips with mine. He groaned at the contact, his hands fisting at his sides as he fought his urges. I knew, I could feel, he wanted this; me. Yet he thought himself unworthy, and he had to reach his breaking point before he gave in, a point I planned to push him to. My fingers gently traced a path down his arm, resting at his wrist, my tongue flicking at the seam of his mouth, begging for entrance. In a moment I was under him, Cain having lunged forward, his arms wrapped around
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CAIN (Listen to HUSHH by AViVA for the vibe) Yona soared higher and higher, weaving in fluid motions through the sky. She was breathtaking, her dark hair fanning out behind her as her wings flexed and contracted; the appendages catching the light and revealing their true colors. She had come for me, I hadn’t thought she would; a broken man like me had nothing to offer her. The soul tie thrummed in my chest, demanding I go to her but I fought it; I knew it was useless and that it was dooming both of us. As time went on I became weaker, sicker and I knew she was suffering the same fate. It was selfish of me, but I couldn’t seem to help it, everytime I even thought of the tie, Verity's face swam in my mind and I was lost to my eternal grief. God's ultimate joke on me. Curse me, exile me, then give me a family only to rip them away before saddling my pathetic soul to some poor Nephilim. Not just that, one of Shamshiel’s descendants; so I could never truly escape nor be at peace. Wasn’
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YONA The days blurred into weeks, and weeks blurred into months. Cain had left, nowhere to be found, not that I had really tried. He didn’t want me, not that I blamed him. From what I knew of Verity she had been exceptional. A strong, sassy woman, who was not afraid to put him in his place while rejoicing in all that he was. I wasn’t stupid, a connection like that would never be forgotten, replaced, or broken; even in death. He would fight this until the last breath I was certain, and in the meantime we both got to feel like shit. Castor was pumping me full of tonics and supplements, keeping my strength and nutrients up but it was only delaying the inevitable. I sighed and leaned forward on the table, needing a minute to collect my thoughts through the brain fog that had been getting thicker and thicker the longer this went on. “Yona,” my fathers voice cut through the room, kind and gentle. I hadn’t heard him even come in, but then again he had a tendency to sneak up on people. “D
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YONA His eyes pierced through mine, becoming hard specks of ice as he drank me in. My feathers were ruffling in response to his scrutiny, as though trying to reassure him that it was ok. I slowly turned to fully face him, our eyes never leaving each other. Both of our hands moved to our chests, and I knew before I felt it, a soul tie, with Cain. I saw the rejection in his eyes, and felt my heart splinter at the same moment. Of course he wouldn’t be interested in fulfilling this, he had his one true love; a woman I could never compare to nor take the place of. Did I truly expect him to be happy? To fling himself into my arms and whisper sweet nothings in my ear? No. Cain was a man born of violence and bloodshed. A creature of all things dark and deadly. He wasn’t soft or gentle, he was wild and untameable; a man who only yielded to those who deserved it. As she had. Yet we both knew the consequences if we didn’t allow this bond to happen. Would he be so cruel as to force me to suff
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YONATWO CENTURIES LATER “ You know that’s the wrong color for that don’t you?” Castor asked me as I furiously ground the herbs in the mortar. I looked up, grinning at the old Nephilim who sat on a stool beside me. “Oh I know, but I added in some extras for an experiment,” I said around a smile. He laughed, his low chuckle warming my heart. Castor was ancient at this point, he had been old when I was born and it didn’t take a genius to know he didn’t have another century in him. He had been young when he knew Shamshiel, my fathers father, and had begun to age quicker once both of his wings were lost to him. Angels didn’t age, but Nephilim did, being that we were half human. Despite that our life spans were quite long, most Nephilim lived until 600 years or so. Castor would tell me stories of my father from when he was growing up, and quite the pain in the ass. He spoke of the war torn society of that time, of Shamshiel and his many children. Of a time when an angel or Nephilims goal
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LIAM THREE YEARS LATER I looked out the office window, drinking in the mostly barren landscape but pleased to note several small looking saplings, their greenery a welcome sight. The attack on us three years ago had turned out to be widespread, from the Officials and fallen that were aligned with them. Their goal had been to wipe out the things in their way. Mainly us and the “friendly” angels. Of course women were to be taken captive, with the goal of procreating. As in all wars the humans were divided, many defected, choosing to join the side they thought was winning. Our base had gone down significantly in number, but now that the Officials were no more and the fallen aligned with them were mostly gone we could focus on repair. The remaining opposing forces had fled, and once we had regrouped we hunted them down like the dogs they were. Eliminating the angels and Nephilim, and jailing the humans who came willingly. As the years passed we dealt with them on a case by case situation
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CAIN No one at the nest had been happy about my appearance, again their instincts warned them to stay away, that I was dangerous. They skirted me warily, all except the infuriating angel. I didn’t require much, a place to lay my head and the basics, as such I had been given a room close to the training area. It worked out well, I was able to unleash my violent tendencies there without harming anyone. My room was plain, cavern like, a pallet and not much else. Shamshiel had recognized my inherent need to wander as well, and made use of that. Sending me on longer missions either by myself or with a small group of Nephilim. Over the centuries his offspring got used to me, to my curt personality and rough ways. Eventually they would come to spar with me, and Shamshiel would sometimes watch, a smug smile on his face like he’d done me a favor. In a sense he had, the gaping hole that had been eating away at my soul was slowly closing. It wasn’t exactly a friendship, but whatever it was it w
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CAINI felt the bond sever the moment Shamshiel took his last breath. It felt like my heart had a bitch of a cramp, not like the searing pain when Verity’s was snuffed out. This was quieter, subtle, just like the man himself. Leave it to the damn angel to try to sneak out of this life without me. Anger and rage poured out from my throat, my head angled back at the sky, the spines of Kokabiel’s wings slipping from my hands and slamming onto the ground. It just wasn’t fair, why did he have to die? Why wasn’t it me? I wanted to die, why, why was he taken instead? Hearing my raw screams the angels Shamshiel had left to guard the nest came flying quickly. After all, I was maybe a half mile away at this point and this asshole had the audacity to die on me. The sound of wings ripping through the air assaulted me right before I took a forearm to the throat. A croaking noise came from me and the breath was forced from my throat, the angel glanced down before realizing who I was and promptly dr
