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.

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 clutched to

bridge. It was afternoon, the sun still blazing, not yet set,

were you thinking,

biting her bottom lip, trying hard to control herself. But it was useless, she hadn’t felt this lustful emotion before, she tried to resist the temptation, but it was

from her lungs, the urgency of heat pouring between them like it was the only time they

his face

matter with you, your emotions are chaotic, it's your body changing, you need

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 his shirt, feeling his back muscles

away again, “Fuck, Clare, control yourself, we need distance.” Walking speedily away from her. Gaining distance, with his hands on his head, she could hear his hastened breath and cursing words. Clare stood there, stunned, unable to gasp for air or believe she could feel this inhibited lust 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, she needed William, oh gosh what had I done.

was lust, and it helped take her mind off stuff. He was beautiful in his own dark and

angel at your side, but you choose the demon instead, you

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

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 he is hot, and feel nothing

going to be the same, I’m always going to be broken, my brother said it will get better, but it just

to her, uttering words she could only hear, “I do get