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.

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

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

was surely focused, but on something far beyond- a 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

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

conflicted when it came to her. This uncensored attraction 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