Fallon
My army prepares as we wait for the blood moon to clear the velvety sky. Adjusting my black armor, I look at Brielle. She’s standing quietly behind me, wearing a black tank top and yoga pants that mold to her body like a second skin. She had to tell me what each item was because I had never seen such garments. I don’t know why Lilith dressed her in such a manner. But then again, Lilith is also dressed in a similar ensemble, except that hers is red.
As soon as the moon turns crimson, Lilith casts a spell that reveals the curtain that separates the earth from other worlds. Weaving forward, I lead my army into hell.
As we march, I look around hell’s desolate landscape. Hell is exactly what I im
Bree Resting my head on Fallon’s bare shoulder, I caress my fingers up and down his chiseled chest and smile. If anyone had told me over a year ago that I’d fall in love with Lucifer’s son, I’d have laughed in their faces. Hell, if you would have told me that the supernatural world exists, I’d have sent that person to the nearest loony bin. But here I am, in a literal hell and lying in my love’s arms. After I woke up from my restful healing, Fallon and I talked about what happened. He was so upset that I almost died and about his behavior. It took a while for us to talk about it and forgive each other. After that, he ushered me to Lucifer’s office, where we discussed what has been going o
Fallon I stand beside Azazel and Lucifer and observe Lilith’s power is drained and placed on the amulet. Lilith rants and raves from her temporary cell inside my father’s fortress, but we ignore her. Lucifer drops a black satchel through the bars and takes a step back. “You’re human now, Lilith. It’s time for you to find your true destiny.” Lilith scowls at the bag. “What did you do to me? What have you done to my powers?” Lucifer puffs out a breath. “I siphoned all of your power. You can no longer hurt anyone. In exchange, I’m allowing you to redeem yourself. But listen well…” he states firmly.&n
Fallon- Past “Kill them all, my monster. Make them pay!” My mother screeches out as she watches the carnage that I’m reaping around her. My next strike hits the demon’s back, adding to the maze of cuts decorating his body. You’d think that I would be horrified but what I have done, but I feel nothing but hate and hunger for more pain. My body radiates with power as I tear through every creature standing in my way. My rage feeds me, vibrating with the flow of blood pouring everywhere. My body shudders, but I remain standing. This is who I am, a soulless creature who feeds off the souls of hateful and greedy creatures. The only emotions that I feel are greed, hate, rage and the need for more. I just want to make everything around me hurt, and that’s what the woman that created me
Bree Heat travels through my veins, and my body shifts restlessly as his calloused hands move down my bare spine. Goosebumps break through my body. The molten slide of his tongue gliding down my throat and his lips sucking the sensitive skin make my nipples bead with pleasure. My lips open in a silent scream, and my thighs tremble as my desire heightens to an unbearable level. Closing my eyes, I slide my fingers through his silken hair as his hand travels up my bare thigh, getting closer to my wet center. My heart palpitates, and my breath hitches as his fingers trace the lace hem of my panties. Biting my lips, I tighten my fingers around his hair as my anticipation builds. “Bree.” He breaths against my chest as his t
Bree Oh my gosh, my date Angelo, is perfect. I mean, not only is he gorgeous, but he’s highly intelligent. As I gaze into his nearly translucent blue eyes, I have to take a couple of deep breaths. He’s above six feet with broad shoulders and golden skin. His chiseled jaw and high cheekbones are quite impressive. Yet, I can’t stop thinking that I wish his dark hair was longer, his skin was lighter, and his eyes were silver instead of blue. Damn it! I have got to get it together. Sadness instantly threatens to overwhelm me at that moment. Here I am with the perfect man, and all I can think about is Fallon. I look i
Fallon Trepidation overwhelms me as I look at the beautiful woman who has just fallen lifeless into my arms. Closing the door, I carry her into my home and lay her on one of the couches. It’s not the first time I’ve brought Bree into my home while she’s unconscious, but this time it’s not because I rendered her so to keep her safe. Gazing down at her, I notice that her face is flushed, and her body is covered in sweat. Without a thought, I rest my hand against her cheek. A moan escapes her lips, and her body arches suggestively at the contact. Her skin is burning up. Stepping back, I go to the door and listen to any sound
Fallon Wiping blood from my blade, I tuck my sword back into its sheath and gaze down at the bloody creature with satisfaction. For months these supernatural assassins have been coming out of the woodwork to kill me. Being the son of the devil has definite downsides. For one, Lucifer’s enemies will do anything to hurt him by hurting me. It’s no secret that despite some differences in fundamental opinions that he and I have, my father cares for me and respects him. The night air stirs around me, followed by the smell of human waste and rubbish covering the dark alleyway stirring me from my thoughts. Pulling my jacket close, I shoot off a ball of power and burn my enemy’s remains until there are only ashes. His odd weapon remains on the ground, so I pick it up and tuck it into my jacket before I pr
Bree I don’t think I’ve ever seen Fallon so angry. As we make our way down the empty streets in his dark SUV, I hold tightly to my seatbelt and resist the urge to openly gape at his stunning profile. I mean, the man is a walking dream with his gorgeous dark hair, creamy skin, and tantalizingly clear eyes that look like molten silver. I almost swallowed my tongue when he stepped out of his room wearing a fitted black sweater, black jeans, and black combat boots. His arms are riddled with intricate tattoo sleeves, and his hair was tied back into a ponytail, emphasizing his chiseled jaw and perfectly curved brows. Gazing from the corner of my eyes at his stiff posture, I bite my lower lip and try not to squirm in my seat. It’s still pretty early in the morning, and the light of day shi