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.

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 one had stepped forward and asked

those in the room to see. He should have said something, but, his mind was

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

His Princess,

green eyes that were barely leashed, held a man captive, without knowing how deep he’d fallen until there was no way up. It satisfied him, knowing he alone could see the smoky silver specks which recently

made him edgy and agitated. It messed with his control, and he needed to be in control, it was what made him, his 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, secrets. He fought within himself, an ongoing battle, a waging war, he wanted to be there with her, but there was so many risks, so many dispositions