House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

The room was full of Asguardians, their frustrated moans and curses echoed in an ancient tongue. Liam wanted desperately to silence them, instead, he had made the situation worse. When he scoffed at Dukael, the elder in charge since Raphael and Armatos was in Khiron,

He had insulted them-

The Angel's offspring, and called them wingless trash, after that, it pretty much sealed his faith.

The discussion at present was who would take him to the Elvan domain. The mountain in Safiereal was made with a rare metal, which weakened all angelic descendants including the Tempters children. The idea was to torture him there, in hopes to seek vengeance, for burning their scrolls over a thousand years ago.

continuously in the past hours with what looked like a scourge but was actually an Angelic laced whip called Dresta, made and named by Azazy-el, the master of weaponry himself. Unfortunate for them, it hadn’t done the damage they had hoped. Eventually, as the hours progressed, he was allowed a comfortable seat on a throne chair in the centre of the room. Though he was forbidden on the sacred ground, no

throne chair, left in view for all those in the room to see. He should have said something, but, his mind was not focused on the present, as much as they thought.

barely-there woman with enticing lips that pouted when she teased you or got so upset that she had to rein herself in. The woman with the most malicious yet seductive smirk that played on her mouth, when you dared challenged her, as

His Princess,

ready to defend, and those wicked green eyes that were barely leashed, held a man captive, without knowing how deep he’d fallen until there was no way up. It

father’s child. It was the one thing that took precedence over everything else, it was the one emotion he honed himself to master, to utter perfection. Control was his greatest weapon, the one that had won him all his battles, and kept his secrets, just that,