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Every time I close my eyes, I see a flash of the past. Sometimes, I see the battlefield with bodies at every step, and smoke from artillery fire everywhere you looked. Sometimes I see friends, Odin, Michael, and even Azazel. But most of the time, I see a creature feared by all with blood red eyes and teeth as sharp as its claws. That creature is me, I fought in The Great War and I won it leaving behind a Legend told by all, a Legend that I left behind because of my sheer stupidity. However, Legends never die, and I'm no different. So I will return to amend mistakes and dethrone tyrants such as Lucifer. They feared me once, they will fear me again.

As a child you always fear the monster under your bed or in your closet. Maybe you watched a scary movie or were told a horror story to make you believe something was under there. You jump onto your bed and jerk your limbs away from the edge or always shut your closet door. Then you hide under the covers in hopes that they don't get to you. As you grow older you realize the invisible monster under your bed is just that, invisible. Its not that they don't exist, it's just that you don't see them. You write off the bumps in the night as the wind or shifting floorboards but they're lies. Little white lies you tell yourself so you can sleep at night. Well I'm here to tell you that whatever is causing those bumps is very real. In my case, the source doesn't hide in my closet but rather under my bed. And he's determined to drag me right there with him. Can you be friends with the monster under your bed? ** "Ask me Aria," he rasped. His voice dripped with temptation that would make the devil jealous. His lips were brushing against mine as we leaned into each other. I felt like I was drowning in his presence. The hand that was on my breast had moved to my waist, keeping me close even as I tipped towards him. His hand was still on my sex, leisurely teasing the area. "Please," I whispered. Something mixed between a growl and a purr escaped him. It vibrated deeply from his chest. I thought he would kiss me but he didn't. His lips hovered over mine before they softly traced my cheek. I gasped when his hands moved to under my arms, moving me until I straddled his thigh.

✺ Dark Fantasy ✺ When you have an eternity of time, there is little room for surprises. But for Ahzrael, things are about to shake his everlasting life. In a universe filled with a multitude of planes, realms, and worlds, resides a group of powerful beings that examine it all. The Diuxals. They wait, century after century, for the evils that threaten worlds across galaxies, hungry for innocent life. Among Ahzrael's time in the stars, an unexpected opportunity falls in his lap. He finds himself in the presence of a weakened yet powerful rival. His people want her dead. She's an abomination. But he sees this as a once in an eternity chance, and keeps her alive. It's a chance for his people to finally rest, to quench the flames of war. A chance for him to redeem himself. Some opportunities, however, have unforeseen, unforgiving consequences. And this ancient enemy, turned ally, has many surprises. In Ahzrael's long life, the cords of the universe have never been this uncertain.

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

It's just a book made of yandere oneshots ... "I cannot let you go," Azazel confessed, his voice tinged with raw emotion. "Not when you've shown me a light thought was lost to me forever.'' .... "I'll never let you go," he whispered, his voice filled with a chilling finality. "You belong to me and will make sure you stay with me forever." ... "Remember, the moment you didn't kill me was the moment you were mine," Dorian whispered, his voice cold. ... His voice dripped with obsession. "You'll be mine. Body and soul. You just don't know it yet." ... "You're mine now," he whispered into her ear, his voice a mix of possession and dark affection. "Forever." ... "In a world of betrayal, you treated me right," it murmured, leaning in to rest its head on her neck. "You're mine, just mine." ... "I saved you from the fire, Evelyn. You owe me. You belong here with me."

Speak to and see the dead? Raise Zombies from their graves? Summon demons from the depths of Hell? You might just be a Necromancer like me. Hopefully you aren't caught up in something that's way over your head though. I certainly am. Oh, and I really do hope you don't have an Incubus as your constant companion. Especially not an overprotective and moody one. He can be quite the pain...but he's the only friend and ally I have, even if we're only together because of a contract that was forced upon us. What's that contract? Oh, we have to participate in an ancient war. Lovely right?

This story begins in the country of Britannia. A country where several certain races live with one another. And at the center of these races stood a girl. A beautiful girl with wild molten hair and eyes that reflected the universe. She was the creation of love and the child of wilderness. She was someone full of wisdom, wisdom she had gathered from centuries of experience. Many don't know how she was born, some saying that she was the daughter of the blazing sun while others say that she was born from ashes during an alluring eclipse. The name they called her? Malaika Kya. Angel from the diamond sky. For eons she wandered, visiting many kingdoms and gaining many friends. She battled battles that many would have died from, protecting those she holds dear. Slowly, her family began to grow. Person by person, home by home, kingdom by kingdom. Her heart spreading the biggest of wings. But then it happened. The one she loved most was attacked, almost dying because of someone's idiocy. And so she fought. She fought for her dying family, soon gaining the powers of the internal flame buried deep inside her. Screeching her painful cry, she fought in her new form with all her might. But it wasn't enough as it's hand sprouted from her body. Tears fell from the eyes of her lover, his eyes wide as he watched her body wither in pain. Hey dark eye were gentle a she watched his physical pain disappear, his wounds sealed shut as he snatched her closer one more time. Softly she apologized, saying words she wanted so badly to say before sealing their goodbye with a kiss. After one last smile, she disappeared into the fire below, her body dissipating into the molten flames as her words echoed into the soundless wind. "Mind telling me about that promise again?"

After being put in 'time-out,' an angel finds herself thrown into a demon's purgatory. Trapped with each other, whose influence will prove strongest? *** Ash is an angel out of grace. Atticus is a demon with something to prove. After events go wrong in the mortal plane, both are due punishment. What they don't expect is to serve that sentence together. Armed with otherworldly powers, they battle for control in a stagnant prison built just for them. Bonds twist and grow, like a thorny vine, as black and white fade to gray in this paranormal romance full of mystery and legend. FEATURED ON: @Romance ~ Slow Burn // Para-Romantasy @��������AfterDark ~ Dark Romance @Ambassadors ~ Para-Romantasy AWARDS: 🥇1st Place ~ Morsus Mortis 2024 {Dark Romance} 🥈2nd Place (Tied) ~ EC Fiction Awards 2024 {Romance} 🥉3rd Place ~ Romance Reads 2024 {AfterDark} Longlist ~ NanoWatt2024 {Paranormal} Wordcount 48k ⚠️ Content warning: depictions of graphic violence and sexual content. 🎵 Recommended playlist 🎶 https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3Mxy7QZYoJpB5MHAU4GRAk?si=31afeafde6b44258

Lillian Bell never believed in angels. She never believed in fate, either. But the night a man with broken wings falls from the sky and crashes into her life, bleeding and barely conscious, everything she thought she knew shatters. He calls himself Azrael. A name spoken like a curse, heavy with the weight of something ancient and unforgivable. His body is marked with celestial wounds, his silver eyes burn with secrets, and his very presence makes the air hum with something dangerous. Lillian knows she should walk away. She should never have brought him home. But she does. And with that one reckless decision, she finds herself thrown into a world she was never meant to see-a world where angels and demons walk among mortals, where Heaven is just as ruthless as Hell, and where the man she saved is being hunted by forces that could tear the world apart. Azrael isn't just any fallen angel. He was once the Angel of Death. And he is still dangerous. Because the longer he stays, the thinner the line between salvation and damnation becomes. For both of them. And when the truth about Azrael's past is finally revealed-along with the reason Lillian has always felt like something was missing inside her-she will have to make an impossible choice. Save him. Or let him go before their love destroys them both.