Sorry for the late update today. Had a family situation. :)
***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
Iblis always knew he was a beast more sinister and abominable than the vilest creatures of the supernatural world. If he wanted something, he got it by hook or crook. And if he didn't, he got rid of it through any means. He could stoop to any level to achieve his goal, and didn't give a whit what anyone said. Even then, there was one thing he prided himself on, and that was his control around women. No matter how beautiful or charming they came, he never lost his mind, nor did he ever take one by force. Simply put, when it came to women, he could be called a decent man, as he gave them the right to say no. They willingly offered themselves to him, and unlike other men, he never resorted to immoral means to get them into his bed. Now, however, even this last decent quality of his was at the risk of crumbling in the hand of his wife. Holding her closer, Iblis moved her hand up and down his shaft. His core throbbed and his body tensed. With a guttural grunt, he jerked forward and squ
She was cold. She felt numb. Jumbled words mixed with residual notes of music pulsated in her ears. She recognized the voice. It belonged to her husband. As the word 'husband' registered in her mind, an image of a man gurgling blood flashed before her eyes, and her mind stilled. She didn't feel pain. Her heart didn't ache or twist in guilt and grief. On the contrary, it was as still as a body of water. He gave his life to protect her, but she felt nothing upon his demise. She couldn't understand why. Why did he do it? When he sold her without blinking an eye, why did he throw his life for hers? Had she been mistaken about him, labeling him the lowest of the low, when in truth, he was only a victim of circumstances? But even then, he had no right to sell her. No right to treat her like a property. Besides, they were already divorced, and she was the wife of another man. Even if he deserved another chance, he was too late. Both her heart and her loyalty now belonged to another man.
This confusion continued for about two more days, before Shamsiya overheard a conversation between two palace servants. "Sigh. It's strange to work in Jabril Palace now. With all the mistresses married off, I feel like I'm in an entirely different place." "Right? I don't even recognize Our Lord anymore. I mean, his one goal has been to get an heir. Then out of the blue, he chased away all the females that could grant his wish, including the pregnant mistress." "I think his new wife, the Second Queen, has a hand in his change of heart." "Oh? Why do you think that?" Shamsiya stood stunned in place. When did the demon marry off his mistresses? She hadn't heard anything about it. Rising out of her seat, she moved to the window and glanced at the distant South Palace. It all made sense now. Why it had been so quiet. Why she hadn't seen any female in flamboyant clothing strolling around. Iblis Jabril married off his mistresses. Like the servants said, was it because of her? Her heart
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.