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.

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 of her, grabbing her waist, his grip not faltering, as a parachute

go back, instead, they appeared on the Wickery bridge. It

to push her, “What were you thinking, are you trying to get yourself killed, you are reckless

didn’t reply, she couldn’t help staring at him. His eyes blazing like a tamed fire. She touched his face, catching herself and biting her bottom lip, trying hard to control herself. But it was useless, she hadn’t felt this lustful emotion before, she

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 ever get. They kissed like the world was going to

pulling away, his

emotions are chaotic, it's your

she kissed him again, their mouths perfectly fitting into each other, matching each movement in sync. He grabbed her around her waist, touching the skin under her top. Her breathing louder, more impulsed, she put her hands under

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 couldn’t. He was cute but she just met him, this was wrong, she missed William,

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 own dark and twisted way she thought, and she had never kissed a guy like this

“You could have an angel at your side, but you choose the demon instead,

There was something about him, something familiar. She still couldn’t shake the feeling, even kissing him. She walked closer to him, taking his hand in

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 heart to William. “I’m messed up, So to answer your unasked question, I have a right to make mistakes and be reckless and decide to kiss a Caster because

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,

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