Shamsiya had only one word to describe this meal. Stressful! So stressful, she couldn't even describe the taste of the pasta. It felt like wax and starch on her tongue, stirred in a full pot of sodium. Simply put, it was a miserable experience she never wanted to repeat. Once, she stuffed too much of the pasta in her mouth in a haste to finish quickly and escape from the torture. As a result...she choked and the demon had to pat her on the back for her to breathe again. By the time the meal was over, she was drenched in cold sweat and felt as exhausted as if she had hiked a mountain. Staggering out of her seat, she carried their trays to the sink with an ugly expression on her face. She had to speak with the demon. She couldn't have him popping in her house any hour of the day. If she had to endure this kind of torment for two weeks, her body would shut down from over stress! "The meal was enjoyable. Although, it could've been better, it was still good." The oblivious man stood ou
"Marry your mistresses? Iblis, did you contract a disease?" Jonis rubbed the scar on his face, wondering if the disease his friend contracted was as heinous as the Flame Lich that latched onto his face before. The thing was so vicious, it distorted his mind and influenced his emotions. If his friend fell prey to a similar parasite... He glanced at the demon, and was rewarded with a dark glare for his concern. Chuckling awkwardly, Jonis raised his hands in a sign of truce and took back a step, before he got kicked in the shin. "Okay, okay, I won't ask questions and send the invitations. Could you see the Werewolf King now?" "The Werewolf King? Tell him to fuck off. I'm no dog of his to go running at his bark. Also, inform him there'll be war if he ever enters my kingdom without invitation again." Iblis felt he must really be losing his edge, if even a furry dog had the courage to request his presence. It was one thing for him to humor the lowly creature. It was an entirely differ
At the same instant she identified the men, the group of Lawless turned their heads, and their gaze fell on her figure. "Oh? What do we have here?" "It looks like another bitch for us to sell." "Hehe...she looks healthy. Her organs will sell for more." "Forget about the organs. This slut is hot! I want a taste before the trade." The men, a band of 6, excitedly rubbed their palms together and licked their lips. Discarding the two bond women, they stalked towards her like a pack of hungry jaguars sighting a deer. The lust in their eyes blazed darker as their gaze recklessly roamed over her figure, twisting their features and making them appear more hideous than they already were. Shamsiya released a long sigh. "You know, it's not your face that disgusts me. It's your revolting nature and dirty thoughts." When caught in a precarious situation, there's a strange moment of peace, of hesitation and calm. It's almost like watching a wave rise the instant before it crashes down. Faced
"Shamsiya? That's your name?" The older woman, who was silent probably because she wasn't as comfortable with supernaturals as the younger girl, unexpectedly became agitated at this moment. She grabbed her arm and harshly turned her around, and asked aggressively, "What's your mother's name?" "Ah...can you let me go? You're hurting me." Shamsiya grabbed the woman's hand and peeled her fingers from her arm with a dark frown. "Mother, what are you doing? You're scaring our Savior." Nazma hissed, and grabbed her mother's arms to pull her back, completely embarrassed by her behavior. "I'm sorry, Shamsiya. She must still be in shock..." "It's fine. Where do you live? I'll drop you off." Shamsiya was unnerved by the woman's behavior, but she suppressed her discomfort and played it cool. She couldn't leave without safely dropping them at their doorstep. Fortunately, Nazma's mother didn't make another grab at her and silently walked by her daughter's side. But during the entire stroll
Whip! "Ahh!" Whip! Margrette writhed on the ground, a cold, barren, aching place opening up in her heart, where until now, there always had been a glow of warmth that corresponded with the coven and Nick Jackson. One had been her family, the other her love. She thought with them, she would never want for anything. There would be a place for her to return to, a group of her kind who would always have her back. And a man she would love, whom she would build a home with. That's what she thought, but she had been wrong. Madam Grettel never saw her efforts. Even after her powers were suppressed by the Flame Whip, Margrette pushed herself back to the Black Fang Pack to right her wrong, to oversee the Marking Ceremony of the man she loved and his wife. The Head Witch should know. She knew everything with the help of her globe. She was ready to hand her man, her love, to another woman to complete the mission given to her. She endured the pain of heartache to fulfill her orders without
After a startled pause, Shamsiya squinted her eyes and asked. "You...why are you here again?" The suspicion and displeasure in her voice brought a cold sneer on the demon's face. "Why can't I be here? Or...were you expecting someone else?" He glared at her, his eyes smoldering with an ominous gleam that immediately clogged her throat. Was it...jealousy she was detecting from him right now? No way. Not possible at all. Why would the demon be jealous at the prospect of her expecting someone? After all, if he really cared about her, he would've never sent her away with Nick Jackson so easily. Internally scolding herself for being a delusional fool, Shamsiya plastered a fake smile on her face and pressed her good hand on his chest to push him away. "Before you came in, I wasn't expecting anyone." The iron-like grip on her waist relaxed, but the demon didn't retract his arm. "Demon Lord, this is my house. We're merely in a business transaction. What right do you have to drop in whenever
***Mature Content*** A night like any other, made different by a series of deafening explosions rocking through the building. Amidst chaos and panicked screams, urgent cries pierced through the air. "Everyone, run!" "The demon...the demon's here!" "Fuck! That devil's here?" "How did we offend him?" Scattering in random directions like headless chickens, the terrified group of blistered men pushed and shoved, each more desperate than the other to flee from the scene. "Kill! If even a single rat escapes, you will all pay with your lives!" Grim and cold, the Demon Lord's command descended like a hammer on the panicked group, pushing the Demon Soldiers into a violent frenzy. Blood flowed, bodies fell like a stack of cards. Indiscriminately swinging their swords, the demons slaughtered every Lawless in the underground den, until nothing but the metallic scent of blood and the faint whimpers of terrified women pervaded the atmosphere. The demons swept disinterested glances over th
Iblis had a strange dream. In this dream, he was the God of Death, and his wife, Shamsiya Moore, was the Goddess of Life. Their first meeting was explosive. Literally. Separated by gender, the Gods and Goddesses in the Ethereal Realm lived in different regions. When they entered the Tower of Gods for the first time, they came from opposite directions. With every step, flowers bloomed at Shamsiya's feet, while the ones beneath his wilted to ashes. Butterflies and light fairies danced in the thick coil of her obsidian mane, as every living creature 10 feet within his radius succumbed to death. Happiness and laughter followed her wake, while doom and gloom surrounded him. When the two groups reached the center of the tower and came face to face, their eyes collided, and every window in the Tower of Gods exploded in a shower of glass. Scones flared, the dead rose and morphed, while they...just stared at each other. It was like a wide chasm suddenly opened beneath their feet, creating
Sneak Preview Chapter 1-Fall of the Demon Whip! Whip! Whip! "Haha! You didn't expect this, did you? Iblis Jabril, the fearsome demon of the Supernatural World, is reduced to a state worse than a dog!" Queen Nymrit tightened her grip on the Flame Whip and laughed manically as she whipped the chained man over and over again. The Vampire King, Werewolf King, and Fae King watched the spectacle from iron thrones a few feet away. They stared in ridicule at the man who once haunted their dreams, bound and bloody, helpless before a mere woman. "Scream, you bastard! Cry for mercy!" The former Demon Queen roared venomously and spat on his face. The Flame Whip that landed on his flesh shed blood and torched shredded skin, blowing grit into his gruesome wounds. Pus oozed from the stab in his back, the jutting black dagger gleaming like an executioner's cross against his fair skin. But under her almost crazed lashing, the man's features remained numb, with no expression on his face at all.
The muffled coo came in on a draft of wind. Nymrit snapped out of her vigil and strode to her dresser. Heaving the metal furniture to the side, she opened the secret passage. An armored troop of men and women exuding blood and murderous aura emerged from within and spread out in the room. "You're the Demon Queen?" The leader of the troop asked with a strange gleam in his eyes. "Not anymore. You can call me Nymrit." Nymrit Sein Rider gave the armored group a wary grin and gestured to the door. "The one you're sent to kill is in the East Palace. You can leave to search for her, while I perform my part." "I heard you're out for the Demon Lord. However way I look at it, a woman out for her husband's blood isn't trustworthy. And when she's one of the supernatural creatures..." "I don't need your trust. Just fulfill the task you're commissioned for." Ignoring the menacing expression on the group's face, Nymrit took a jewel encrusted box from her bedside drawer, and strode out of her ch
***Mature Content*** Shamsiya's heart warmed at the sound of her husband's laughter. By now, she had been with him long enough to know how rare his smiles were, and rarer still, his laughter. Lowering her head, she gently said, "Husband, put me down. My head is spinning!" Iblis immediately sat her down. "Sorry, Siya. I got too excited." He admitted with a hint of embarrassment. As the demon of the Mediterranean-Euro Region, his heart had long turned cold for him to lose control like now. At times, he wouldn't even feel anything for months. With the passage of time, he began to believe he had a stone for a heart. But all this changed the moment he saw his Siya. Heart swelling with warmth and affection, Iblis led his wife to the bed and sat her on his thigh. "Siya, look." He said, showing her the vial he held in his hand. "Do you remember this vase?" Shamsiya glanced at his hand, and her face softened when she saw the vial. "Isn't this the vase the Holy Man gave you on our weddi
***Mature Content*** The next morning, Shamsiya woke with dark circles beneath her eyes. The demon tormented her the entire night until she fell asleep from exhaustion. He didn't take her the way a husband took his wife. But his fingers and tongue...just thinking about how they pleasured her depths made her blush and her body heat up in lust. Wrapped around her like a cola bear, the man sleeping on her chest stirred with a groan. One of his hands instinctively moved downward to palm one of her cheeks, as he greedily rubbed his face on her mounds and took a nipple into his mouth. "Ah!" Shamsiya threw back her head and moaned. The deep ache in her core returned. Her hands found their way into his dark mane, and she gripped the silky strands to pull him closer, to urge him to suck harder. "Having fun?" Now fully awake, Iblis squeezed her round behind, then moved his hand to her front to caress her silk folds. Parting her thighs, his fingers rubbed her delicate petals and tugged on the
***Slightly Mature Content*** Shamsiya's body burned from his touches. A sultry moan slipped her lips, and she blushed in shame. Now that she was no longer the one taking the initiative, her shyness returned. Iblis chuckled. "After boldly stripping yourself, then removing my clothes, you still have the cheek to blush?" He kneaded her breast until her nipple turned into a hard pebble between his fingers. "No...I..." Her voice cracked. She had difficulty forming a coherent sentence. The electrifying tingles shooting through her body made her feel weak and powerless. Chuckling sardonically, the demon grabbed her thigh and wrapped it around his waist. In this position, the thick length of his member became more distinct in her muddled mind as it poked her cave. Shamsiya arched her back. Her open invitation and complete submission to his ministrations, brought a tender smile on the demon's lips. He leaned over and captured her lips in a searing kiss, before resting his forehead agains
Once back in her chambers, Nymrit dismissed the servants and began to bandage her wound. With proper treatment, there was a chance for the limb to regrow. However, every second the wound throbbed, it stoked the flame of hatred brewing in her heart. "Nymrit, are you out of your mind? Even after the Demon Lord publicly humiliated you, do you still want to stay here? Have you no self-respect?" King Sein spat disgustedly, contempt and disappointment marring his features as he growled at his daughter. The man made it clear he didn't want her. But she was still stubbornly hung up on him. How could he give birth to such a disgraceful bitch? Truly, just as the Demon Lord said, she was a shameless whore! King Sein was so angry and revolted by his daughter's decision to marry a lowly servant of the Demon Lord that he overlooked the blazing resentment in her eyes. After raving and ranting for a few minutes, the Werewolf King failed to get a reaction from his daughter. It seemed this pawn had
Iblis contemplated his friend's words. Between his wife Siya, and the bitch in the West Palace, he would, of course, choose his Siya. But if he did that...he would have to return the Hundred Pearls of Light. Those pearls were the only clue he had to his identity and his roots. If he gave them up, he would probably never find out where he came from, or in this case, how he came about. His very existence would remain shrouded in mystery, and as a being that lived for thousands of years, he didn't even know where to begin to trace his ancestry. So the pearls that showed him glimpses of himself with a blurred female were the only link to his missing past. But when he thought of his Siya, his past no longer felt important. He wanted to live in the present and build a future with her. However, without knowing his origins, could he build a future? A groan slipped his lips, as he closed his eyes in frustration. The silence in the region engulfed his senses as images flashed through his mi
She couldn't accept it. The thought of being nothing more than a plaything to the man she loved devastated her more than Queen Nymrit's words. As she wept, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Something within her churned at the sight of her clothes and made-up face. Just as the Demon Queen said, she looked like a whore. Revulsion boiled in her veins. Shamsiya ran into the bathroom and turned on the tap. She stood under the shower without waiting for the temperature to adjust. Furiously scrubbing herself in self-loath, she endured the cold rivulets of water as violent tremors rocked through her body. "Husband...how could I consider him my husband? I'm his second wife...nothing more than a mistress..." A plaything to pass time and amuse oneself. As a self-proclaimed, self-respecting woman, how could she be so shameless as to become someone's whore? As a woman, how could she lust after another woman's husband? Death before dishonor? Heh! Once, she had proudly faced deat
"What does it mean when a woman says she wants to own you?" Seated in his study, Iblis stuffed a bite size cake in his mouth as he glanced at his friend. Choking on his tea, Jonis set down his cup and gawked. "Own you? There is actually a woman who wants to own you?" "Why? Is there a problem?" Iblis questioned with a frown. "No, no, it's just..." "Just what?" "I never expected there would be a woman brave enough to love you." Jonis sighed and shook his head. He admired the woman who had the courage to love this man. "Love? Are you saying...she loves me?" Iblis sat up, flabbergasted. Siya and love, that too, him? How could that bold, fearless, and reckless woman...actually love him? He found this harder to accept than the thought of her being his loved one. "Well, when a woman says she wants to own you, it usually means she's possessive of you. That's an emotion only those who feel something for you would express." Iblis rose out of his seat and paced the study. Siya loved him.