Dark Angel Part 12 - Sex Stories

Dark Angel Part 12

... beginning to shift into wolf form. Groggo held up his hands with a nervous laugh. “That chip is yours, Zobrawn.” Ashriel sneered at Groggo’s cowardice. “You have what you wanted, riches fit for a king, now give us the reaper and let us leave,” Cyneolle demanded again. Zobrawn growled viciously. “You don’t tell me what to do, you pathetic excuse for a lycan.” Ashriel stepped up next to his nephew. “He is more Seraph than Lycan, and he is more of a man than you.” The men behind the alpha were shifting. Behind him, he heard Anniel panting and whimpering. The surge of power they exuded in their shift affected her. If she shifted also, the babe in her womb would perish. Ashriel’s heart twisted in agony at the thought. “I don’t give a shit about the reaper,” Zobrawn’s voice was thick and animalistic. He pointed a clawed finger at Ashriel and the Cyneolle. “You can all rot in hell as far as I’m concerned, but the bitch…the bitch is mine.” Cold fury washed over Ashriel. Reaching back, behind his head, between his shoulders, he felt for the vibrating power of his divine sword. The hilt materialized in his palm. He gripped it, feeling the power of it surge through him, and slowly unsheathed the flaming sword from the pocket of magic where he kept it hidden. Everything before him shivered and roiled as if boiling. It was the ability to decimate evil. If only it worked on beings of this realm. Every vile creature before him would have been turned to ash right now. Still, a few of the ...

... werewolves before him cringed and whimpered, fearful of the physical change he exuded. He knew his eyes were solid black, and his face was probably blank, eerily expressionless. Actually, the fury he felt before abated. Now he only wanted to kill, no pity, no mercy. He knew they sensed that. Some of the wolves began howling. Zobrawn’s skin furred over, his face elongating as he bared fangs at Ashriel. “You think you can defeat all of us with that archaic sword?” Ashriel spread his wings as far as they would go. “I have defeated legions of devils and demons with this sacred sword. You are naught but a handful of weak mongrels,” he replied evenly. The Alpha laughed. He felt Anniel trying to push his wings aside and wished Natanael would restrain her. He didn’t want her involved in the altercation he knew was about to happen. “These are my best warriors,” the alpha snarled, spit dripping from his ever-growing fangs. “Then be prepared to lose them if you don’t let us through,” Ashriel warned. Groggo began to back away. “I already told you. You can all piss off, but that bitch is mine to keep and fuck.” Ashriel had put his hand back to push Anniel into Natanael’s arms for safe keeping, his intention to fly at the alpha and rip his heart out, but Cyneolle launched himself at Zobrawn. Behind him Anniel screamed. Cyneolle and Zobrawn engaged in a brutal and bloody battle. He could tell his nephew was clearly enraged, which unfortunately made him make mistakes. He seemed more intent on ...