House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

“There are rumours, he’s partial Angel,” One said.

Dukael whispered to the others who surrounded him, “We can’t just defy the laws, there’s a killer on the loose, if we break the laws we betray the Orderian oath we made to the Lightwatchers. The Advisors would order a massacre, they would send the Legions, and we would have no protection from them, they’re merciless, our parents won’t aid us in this, even if they wanted to.”He paused, when no one interrupted him, he suggested, “We should wait for Raphael.”

Liam yelled, his voice hoarse, but solid, as it echoed through the expansive room, “So now you’re all scared of half breeds, I thought you Angels- purebloods, what happened to be superior. The Tempters children you despise so much would never shy from a fight, much less from a pack of Legion half-bloods.”

Dukael marched up to Liam, his purple eyes cut with frustration, as he ran his fingers in his red hair, which was now short and spiked. Liam would’ve probably blocked this from a mile away, if he wished, and proceeded accordingly, which would mean brutal death, but he knew exactly what he was doing, and here in Asguard there was no better way to get answers because one thing was for sure, they hated ALL besides themselves.

He chimed, “Things could be much easier if you and the others just answer my questions Dukael.” Liam pointed out dryly, as he sat straight up, resuming the position he stayed in for the past few hours.

Dukael kicked his face again, no blood spilt from his mouth. The marvellous thing with Asguard was that there was never bloodshed on the holy land, it didn’t condone violence, so no matter how much it hurt, that was as far as it went. Except if one shielded a Harpien blade, which only a full pledge Angel could command and unfortunately that list didn’t include Asguardians who hadn’t earned their way to the Infinity yet.

did know of a few who were not bound by the laws of the

put on himself fading. Soon he wouldn’t be able to maintain this calm solitude,

“I still would never tell a filthy Caster,” he spat at Liam’s feet, instead of his face. The indecision saved Dukael his life by a hair's breadth because amongst the angelic breeds it was considered worse than swearing or name-calling to spit in one face, and if Dukael did, to Liam’s brother,

but he had killed for less, much less, so he’d play along. He stared

wanted his princess, he might never be able to love her the way she needed. But he wasn’t letting her go either, she was his, whether he wanted her or not, and Kalbreal had better figure that out soon because he

wouldn’t be too happy

spoke loudly, his eyes playful to a degree, “He’s

in and fast. His instincts didn’t like his princess being so far from him while she was being hunted, even if he had appointed those to protect her, they weren’t

you all, either way, I’ll get the

Asguardian stepped forward, Liam didn’t know who he was, but by his stance and broad shoulders, he was definitely influential among the Angels’ spawn,

someone succumbed with years of agony, unwanted, unloved, unravelling this male specimen piece by piece. The man stepped forward attired in a long gold silk robe like some