What the fuck was that? As the thought crossed her mind, there was a warmth burning into your flesh. She cast her gaze down to her chest, where his mark gave off that golden black glow. It etched deeply into her skin, yet blood was never drawn. Power emanated from it. Pulsing like its own heartbeat. Rayleigh lifted her gaze to Zalakai, who was still beside himself after the orgasm. His Demonic form took over the moment their intimacy began. The little transitions she barely noticed, but the moment his raven black wings sprouted forth, she paid attention to the details. His height. His horns. The red tinted skin. His sharpened fangs. All of him screamed Demon in every sense of the word. Even now, his power overflowed from him and swept over her like a wave. This felt far more powerful than what he gave off previously. The book. Her eyes turned to the book that had flipped closed. Magic had surged through her upon their pact being made. Holy Magic. Something highly dangerous to F
I can hear her sweet whispers beyond that door. The sweet, honey-dripped words tangled around his mind. They tugged him closer, but he restrained himself. Yet, with each passing day, her siren voice continues to call to him and each passing day he felt himself yearning to go to her. Zalakai's warnings continue to haunt him, but her voice would mute him out. Just how much longer should he torture himself? Nol...There she was again. Calling his name like a long-lost lover. Even now, as he stared at the door, tied down by golden chains, he felt her. Trapped. Vulnerable. Hungry. All he had to do was reach out to it and the door would open from his touch. He and Zalakai were the only ones who had access to her prison. He was trusted with the power to hide her away. But the longer he stood there, the longer he questioned his loyalty. Nol..."You cannot sway me, Witch." Nol retorted, angry with himself at the tremble in his voice. There was a low, soft chuckle from within. Come to me..
The frightening revelation settled after a long, awkward moment. Karmina stared as Ariel's wings curled in and disappeared. The holy light that enveloped her gradually faded. The glow in her eyes diminished and she appeared normal once again. Ariel let out a sigh as she retreated to the chair that had launched backward from the force of her transformation and sat it upright again. "Please. Do not have me do that again." She said as she took her seat once more. "You..." Karmina stuttered. "You are..." Her trembling hand covered her mouth as she backed away from the iron bars. Her back pressed up against the cold stone wall. "Yes. I am." Ariel stated. "Now, enough about myself." She inclined her head. "I am here because of you, Karmina. Your actions have put you in this predicament." "Are you..?" Karmina swallowed back her fear. She knew little about Angels and Demons, aside that they were beings not to be involved with. "If you are here to pass judgement, then..." "Yes." Ariel sa
Discouraging. Ariel let out a heavy and tired sigh as she sat in the room Janice had leant her while she visited. After the visit, Janice didn't ask what all had gone on. As the leader of the Coven, she shouldn't have to. With her power, she should have been able to feel what had happened behind that closed door. They all should have felt it. A gentle knock came at her door. Ariel lifted her head as it creaked open and the Beta peered inside the small room. Her heart fluttered in her chest upon seeing him. His sandy blonde hair had grown a little since the last she had seen him. His hazel eyes lit up upon seeing her and a soft, warm smile settled on his lips. "Ariel." He opened his arms to her. "Horace." She leapt to her feet and threw her arms around his neck. He embraced her, squeezing her gently, that forced a giggle from her lips. "Easy, Horace." She whispered as he released her. "Do not squeeze me too roughly." She told him as she rested a hand on her stomach. His eyes shin
Death. The stench still carried on the wind as they escorted Karmina through the village. Or what she left of it. Blood stained the dirt roads. Broken glass scattered the streets. Scorch marks remained from the fires that danced that night. Eyes stared from behind darkened windows. She didn't need to look to feel their hatred towards her. A sliver of her felt remorse. The death of her brothers and sisters pained her, but it was a numbing pain. Barely existent. The Dark Magic that coursed through her veins pulsed with life. Even as the Holy Magic restrained her from using it, it didn't stop the sinister feeling that coiled through her being. Most of all, she felt pride. She was proud of her accomplishment of Death Magic. Pride for being the only Witch in existence to achieve such a feat. Relishing in pride that many fear her. It fueled her and her Magic. As they moved her away from the village and into a field, her heart stopped in her throat. A pyre stood in the middle of the brown
Zalakai followed the obsidian stone path to a marble platform. Rayleigh followed close behind him. When everything dawned on her of their predicament, he needed to be certain of something. That Nol didn't succumb to the power of Karmina. Part of him believed he would, though the rest of him hoped he didn't. Nol was soft-hearted compared to other Demons. Considering his previous life before they cast him out, he was susceptible to Karmina's power. "I appreciate the clothes." Rayleigh stated. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at her. Before they left the Archives, he created a simple shirt and jeans. The last thing he needed was to be distracted by her nakedness, or any other Demon to prey on her. "Think nothing of it." He gave a quick grin, but he wiped it from his face. "Do you think he did?" She asked him. Zalakai stopped in the center of the platform and took her hand. She let out a small yell when he pulled her to his side. "I really fucking hope not." He grumbled. He r
There was a shift in the air. A scent of brimstone and sulfur. The smell burned his nose. Irritated him. "Aiden?" Amira called his name. He glanced over at her as she stopped beside him. "What is it? Do you sense something?" Her snow white hair draped over her shoulder as she leaned down to him. Something is here. Something that smells of Hell. He stomped the ground with his paw as he turned his nose to the wind. Aiden lowered himself slightly to the ground. Amira climbed up onto his back and he let his nose guide him. He bounded through the forest that was now his hunting grounds for himself and his people. His home. "Should I call Dante and Willow? Do you think we need back-up?" She asked him, but he tossed his head. Not until we get a closer look. Have your gun ready. "You don't have to tell me twice."---------- Dante sipped from his tea as he gazed out over the lake. The light breeze created tiny waves to crash against the small pebbles of the lakebed. He sat back in his
She shielded herself behind a thick oak tree. Her black hair pulled back into a loose braid draped over her shoulder. A light blue cotton dress fell to her ankles and hugged her hips. Her dark eyes drifted up to the white balcony of the Manor with eager impatience. The breeze rustled the summer leaves above her and carried her scent away from the direction of the Manor. She was grateful that Nature had been benefiting her this night. However, she still took the precautionary measures and laced herself with oils and herbs to help blend herself into the environment that surrounded her.Light from the balcony doors swiveled and swayed while shadows danced across space. Voices sounded from within, mumbled through the windowpane as a barrier. The door suddenly opened, and she tucked herself behind the trunk while she dared herself to peek around it carefully. Heavy footsteps across the marble tiles as a man approached the ledge. Her eyes shined at his glorious f
There was a shift in the air. A scent of brimstone and sulfur. The smell burned his nose. Irritated him. "Aiden?" Amira called his name. He glanced over at her as she stopped beside him. "What is it? Do you sense something?" Her snow white hair draped over her shoulder as she leaned down to him. Something is here. Something that smells of Hell. He stomped the ground with his paw as he turned his nose to the wind. Aiden lowered himself slightly to the ground. Amira climbed up onto his back and he let his nose guide him. He bounded through the forest that was now his hunting grounds for himself and his people. His home. "Should I call Dante and Willow? Do you think we need back-up?" She asked him, but he tossed his head. Not until we get a closer look. Have your gun ready. "You don't have to tell me twice."---------- Dante sipped from his tea as he gazed out over the lake. The light breeze created tiny waves to crash against the small pebbles of the lakebed. He sat back in his
Zalakai followed the obsidian stone path to a marble platform. Rayleigh followed close behind him. When everything dawned on her of their predicament, he needed to be certain of something. That Nol didn't succumb to the power of Karmina. Part of him believed he would, though the rest of him hoped he didn't. Nol was soft-hearted compared to other Demons. Considering his previous life before they cast him out, he was susceptible to Karmina's power. "I appreciate the clothes." Rayleigh stated. He cast a quick glance over his shoulder at her. Before they left the Archives, he created a simple shirt and jeans. The last thing he needed was to be distracted by her nakedness, or any other Demon to prey on her. "Think nothing of it." He gave a quick grin, but he wiped it from his face. "Do you think he did?" She asked him. Zalakai stopped in the center of the platform and took her hand. She let out a small yell when he pulled her to his side. "I really fucking hope not." He grumbled. He r
Death. The stench still carried on the wind as they escorted Karmina through the village. Or what she left of it. Blood stained the dirt roads. Broken glass scattered the streets. Scorch marks remained from the fires that danced that night. Eyes stared from behind darkened windows. She didn't need to look to feel their hatred towards her. A sliver of her felt remorse. The death of her brothers and sisters pained her, but it was a numbing pain. Barely existent. The Dark Magic that coursed through her veins pulsed with life. Even as the Holy Magic restrained her from using it, it didn't stop the sinister feeling that coiled through her being. Most of all, she felt pride. She was proud of her accomplishment of Death Magic. Pride for being the only Witch in existence to achieve such a feat. Relishing in pride that many fear her. It fueled her and her Magic. As they moved her away from the village and into a field, her heart stopped in her throat. A pyre stood in the middle of the brown
Discouraging. Ariel let out a heavy and tired sigh as she sat in the room Janice had leant her while she visited. After the visit, Janice didn't ask what all had gone on. As the leader of the Coven, she shouldn't have to. With her power, she should have been able to feel what had happened behind that closed door. They all should have felt it. A gentle knock came at her door. Ariel lifted her head as it creaked open and the Beta peered inside the small room. Her heart fluttered in her chest upon seeing him. His sandy blonde hair had grown a little since the last she had seen him. His hazel eyes lit up upon seeing her and a soft, warm smile settled on his lips. "Ariel." He opened his arms to her. "Horace." She leapt to her feet and threw her arms around his neck. He embraced her, squeezing her gently, that forced a giggle from her lips. "Easy, Horace." She whispered as he released her. "Do not squeeze me too roughly." She told him as she rested a hand on her stomach. His eyes shin
The frightening revelation settled after a long, awkward moment. Karmina stared as Ariel's wings curled in and disappeared. The holy light that enveloped her gradually faded. The glow in her eyes diminished and she appeared normal once again. Ariel let out a sigh as she retreated to the chair that had launched backward from the force of her transformation and sat it upright again. "Please. Do not have me do that again." She said as she took her seat once more. "You..." Karmina stuttered. "You are..." Her trembling hand covered her mouth as she backed away from the iron bars. Her back pressed up against the cold stone wall. "Yes. I am." Ariel stated. "Now, enough about myself." She inclined her head. "I am here because of you, Karmina. Your actions have put you in this predicament." "Are you..?" Karmina swallowed back her fear. She knew little about Angels and Demons, aside that they were beings not to be involved with. "If you are here to pass judgement, then..." "Yes." Ariel sa
I can hear her sweet whispers beyond that door. The sweet, honey-dripped words tangled around his mind. They tugged him closer, but he restrained himself. Yet, with each passing day, her siren voice continues to call to him and each passing day he felt himself yearning to go to her. Zalakai's warnings continue to haunt him, but her voice would mute him out. Just how much longer should he torture himself? Nol...There she was again. Calling his name like a long-lost lover. Even now, as he stared at the door, tied down by golden chains, he felt her. Trapped. Vulnerable. Hungry. All he had to do was reach out to it and the door would open from his touch. He and Zalakai were the only ones who had access to her prison. He was trusted with the power to hide her away. But the longer he stood there, the longer he questioned his loyalty. Nol..."You cannot sway me, Witch." Nol retorted, angry with himself at the tremble in his voice. There was a low, soft chuckle from within. Come to me..
What the fuck was that? As the thought crossed her mind, there was a warmth burning into your flesh. She cast her gaze down to her chest, where his mark gave off that golden black glow. It etched deeply into her skin, yet blood was never drawn. Power emanated from it. Pulsing like its own heartbeat. Rayleigh lifted her gaze to Zalakai, who was still beside himself after the orgasm. His Demonic form took over the moment their intimacy began. The little transitions she barely noticed, but the moment his raven black wings sprouted forth, she paid attention to the details. His height. His horns. The red tinted skin. His sharpened fangs. All of him screamed Demon in every sense of the word. Even now, his power overflowed from him and swept over her like a wave. This felt far more powerful than what he gave off previously. The book. Her eyes turned to the book that had flipped closed. Magic had surged through her upon their pact being made. Holy Magic. Something highly dangerous to F
There was a throbbing in her skull when she finally came to. The scent of mildew and moss filled her senses as her eyes fluttered open and took in the unfamiliar surroundings. The cold, damp stone floor is layered with straw, with a pile tucked off into the corner with a thin blanket draped over it. A small wooden bucket sat beside the makeshift bed. Moss painted the grey stone walls. No windows. Bars blocked her in the small space, with the only light given to her were torches positioned in their metal holdings. Trapped like a caged animal. Karmina pushed herself to her feet when she noticed the golden glow of shackles binding her wrists together. She tugged against the restraints, but to no avail. "You are awake." A soft, calm voice drew her attention back to the bars. A figure stepped out from around the corner, adorn in a bluish grey cloak with the hood shadowing her facial features. "Who are you? Where am I?" Karmina questioned angrily. The individual stopped in front of the
Rayleigh ran her fingers along the binds. Zalakai stood beside the desk and just watched her silently. Silence had fallen between them on their walk over to his father's castle, but the atmosphere between them was nothing but electricity. The closer they became, the stronger that connection seemed to grow and deeper confuse him. Aside from that connection, was the infatuation for her. The fire in her heart and soul fueled him like nothing before. He's taken nun's virginities before, and the sheer bliss of breaking the bond between God and their worshipper was out of this world. Yet, this couldn't even compare to that sensation. She turned to face him, her fiery locked framed her lovely face. Rayleigh put herself on guard, but not as heavily as she did when she first awoke here. He couldn't call it trust, but perhaps she was warming up to him little by little. He fought back against his raging hard on in his pants as she walked over to him with nothing but the shirt he gave her. Her t