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.

named by Azazy-el, the master of weaponry himself. Unfortunate for them, it hadn’t done the damage they

those in the room to see. He should

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 it taunted

His Princess,

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 satisfied him, knowing he alone could see the smoky silver specks which recently dotted the rims of those hypnotizing

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 and too much at stake.