"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
Shamsiya's gut clenched as she walked into the studio. It was her first recording today. Though she did make some preparations, she had no idea what to expect. The elevator dinged, and she stepped out on the fifth floor. Already, a large crowd was gathered before the recording studio, chattering excitedly as they discussed how well she would do. "Today is her first day. She might not do so well." "The company signed her without doing a quality test. If she can't even manage a simple recording, then it only means she used unethical means to get in." "But our president isn't the sort..." Upon sighting her figure, the gossiping crowd immediately fell silent. Nick followed their eyes, his breath catching in his throat when he saw Shamsiya. He didn't know if it was just him, but his ex-wife looked and felt different. There was an ethereal glow around her, soft yet soothing, obscure yet omnipotent. A presence so strong that attracted his attention and drew him to her. I lived with thi
The signs had been there, when she had always been thinking about him and anticipating his appearance. But her fear of opening herself up to another betrayal made her close her heart. Iblis Jabril wasn't Nick Jackson, yes, because he was a colder and more ruthless being than the scumbag. His strength daunted the most powerful kings of the supernatural world, and his palace...it was filled to the brim with women. She accepted him as her husband, but she had also vowed never to give him her heart. They didn't have a future, and she didn't want to get hurt. So she left him the first chance she got. Leaving the Demon Kingdom should've been the end of their story. So when...did she begin to fall for him? 'Was Nick Jackson's betrayal not painful enough? How could I fall for the demon of all men?' Troubled and distressed, she wiped her tears and pushed back to her feet, striding out of the elevator the second the metal doors slid open on the ground floor. Her stomach rumbled, reminding
The Black Fang Pack came alive at the sound of the deafening shriek. Omegas burst from their residents, nostrils flaring, teeth and nails elongating, as their skin turned furry. Lanky shadows emerged from the darkness. Thin and tall, their pale skin and chilly eyes were an immediate giveaway to their identities. "Vampires!" "What are these bloodsuckers doing here?" "Apparently, they've forgotten the treaty!" Growls and howls of rage swept through the gathered Omegas. After the war, the three kings had made a treaty to stay out of each other's territory. As werewolves' worst enemy after the Supernatural Hunters, the bloodsuckers could only mean war by entering werewolf land. "Omegas of the Black Fang Pack, we're not here to start a fight with you. Our King sent us with an important mission. Go back inside, and we promise to leave as soon as we complete our task." A tall vampire with half of his face shrouded in shadows, directed condescendingly. "Pah! A bloodsucker wants to te