House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

The words echoed through her, the possibility of it being her was none. She had not danced with him, or known him enough to have sparked such emotion through him.

“I have seen demons and I have seen Angels, Nikolai, and you stand by far the fairest of them all.”

His jaws tightened, Clare could see the history and loss that layered behind his eyes, and all that sorrow, that came with it. As she moved closer, he turned his face shadowing his emotions.

“Don’t! You should stay away from me.”

“Nikolai, don’t push me away.”

The night, bringing its darkness in shades of grey, she sat there looking at him, her heart raced. Clare could not believe what her eyes foretold. His eyes changing into lights of red and orange flames, before her very own, burning behind his lashes. Blood red sparks visioning itself, diminishing his once pure inhuman greened eyes, into something dark and heavenly at the same time. Her breath rose, her mind contemplated grasping realities. She kept her gaze strong, clenched to his face.

A symbol of a star appeared from under his skin, on his left temple. Flaming sparks of lava shone through it. He looked at her, she could see the light reflecting parts of his cheekbones, enhancing his flawless skin in the twilight of fire, “Nikolai, your..”

He pierced her vision with a lava glare, flaring his nostrils like the heat burned untimely through his Armored flesh, “I’m a monster, a beast, not so sweet and charming now, am I Love.”

Nikolai stood up daring not to face her. She got up on the tower, her hands shaded with dirt from the roof, walking after him, her bravery showing not one of a human.

her balance she slipped off the top of the Eiffel Tower. Falling, Clare didn’t scream, she welcomed it. The peace and adrenaline of letting go. She was mid-air when appeared in front

on the Wickery bridge. It was afternoon,

her, “What were you thinking, are you trying to

useless, she hadn’t felt this lustful emotion before, she tried to resist the temptation, but it was too hard to contain. Her body wouldn’t let her, she found herself going towards him. Her lips

and grabbing her tightly with his open one. She continued kissing him, not taking time to excrete the carbon from her lungs, the urgency of heat pouring between them like it was the only time they would

away, his face returning to normal.

wrong, what's the matter with you, your emotions are

the skin under her top. Her breathing louder, more impulsed, she put her hands under his shirt, feeling his back muscles flexing beneath her very touch. The hotness of his body

with his hands on his head, she could hear his hastened breath and cursing words. Clare stood there, stunned, unable to gasp for air or believe she could feel this inhibited lust so quickly. Lust, she didn’t know why, kissing him, touching him, it felt wrong and right at the same time. What was happening to her, she didn’t feel this way about him, she knew she

what she just did. Her life was falling apart, she lost everything, with nothing more to lose. It didn’t mean anything, it was lust, and it helped take her mind off stuff. He was beautiful in his

side, but you choose the demon instead, you are choosing wrong, if Kalbreal found out

about him, something familiar. She still couldn’t shake the feeling, even kissing him. She

“You not the first guy I kissed without warning, but Kalbreal wants more from me, I can never give him what he wants when I already gave my heart to another.” William, she thought, she had given her

to conceal her tears, “I lost everything, Nikolai, don’t you get it, nothing is ever going to be the same, I’m always going to be broken, my brother said it will get better, but it just gets worse, there’s no end to this.” She faced him,

walked closer to her, uttering words she could only hear, “I do get it, Love, believe me, but I can’t be your