webnovel

Demi-Angel Meets Banshee

Fantasia
Concluído · 118.6K Modos de exibição
  • 137 Chs
    Conteúdo
  • Avaliações
  • NO.200+
    APOIO
Sinopse

The end of the world is nigh. The final fate rests in the hands of a banshee cast into the world of demi-angels. ***** The struggle for the control of earth continues, despite the defeat of the angels. The hidden eighth continent, Panthalassa, is the ground zero of the maelstrom of darkness that is poisoning the world and its inhabitants. Aisling thinks she will solve the crisis plaguing the earth with her foresight and a scream to shatter the darkness. In the hidden continent, she discovers the limitations of her power and her need for growth before the apocalypse burns it all down. But her focus is torn as she is drawn to Abaddon Rex, the legendary king of the demi-angels. He is like a flame, and she cannot resist his allure. And he is willing to fall deep into their fated love, even if it means the end of the world. Unfortunately, the evil behind the darkness is unwilling to let them have their happily ever after.

Tags
6 tags
Chapter 1Trivial Talents

Aisling stood at the top of the spiral staircase and looked down at the brightly lit gallery. She smiled as she noticed the intrigued looks in the eyes of the patrons.

"You are a hit, Aisling. I knew you would be."

Aisling turned to look at the gallery coordinator behind her. The woman was underdressed for the occasion. Her business-smart pantsuit and the tight burn on her head did not speak of the art world. She looked like she belonged in a legal office.

"Of course, I am a hit, my sweet Nadia. You cannot imagine all I am capable of." Aisling winked. "Painting is a trifling talent."

Nadia laughed. "Of course. I am at an advantage here. Thank you for letting me benefit from your trivial genius."

The other woman looked back to the beautiful gallery. "I am a little nervous."

Nadia's eyes opened in surprise at the words. She had not known Aisling for long, but she did not seem like the kind of person who would say such as thing. She had an overconfident air which could be annoying to those around her.

The thought of the unshakable young woman being nervous was unthinkable.

However, artists were fickle creatures with strange mentalities.

"You look amazing. Everyone is going to love you." Nadia spoke in a measured, soothing tone.

Aisling lifted a brow. "Are you trying to mesmerise me?"

Nadia felt embarrassed. Mesmerising was her go-to skill when she had to deal with anxious and edgy artists who looked like they would bolt from their shows. Their inattention and turbulent minds made them susceptible to her ability, even though her Siren blood was quite weak.

"Sorry, I was trying to calm you." She paused. "Wait, how did you know?"

As far as she knew, she had no distinctive Siren characteristics, and her power was minimal, almost non-existence. Most people assumed that she was among the minuscule percentage of Pure Humans.

Aisling smiled and looked away. "The crowd is getting impatient."

Nadia was startled and looked at the patrons and found they were getting a little restless. She did not spare another thought to the disrupted topic. She walked down the stairs and called the attention of the crowd.

With her soothing siren voice, she introduced Aisling Flynn, the hottest new artist in California.

The applause cued Aisling's glorious descent down the stairs. She did not walk like a nervous woman. Her grace coupled with her ethereal beauty made her look like a queen among commoners. She smiled politely at the excited faces and stood at the centre of the floor.

"We find art, and art finds us." She paused. "Most of you are curious about the meaning of my paintings. So am I."

There was a wave of laughter in the gallery.

"Seeking knowledge on art is a noble pursuit. But we must not get caught up in trivial issues such as the blending of colours, the fineness of the brushstrokes and the quality of the canvas. Instead, let us let the art wash over us. Look with your eyes, but see with your soul, not your mind."

There was thunderous applause from the crowd. Most of them were art collectors and enthusiasts who were curious about the new artists who had the privilege of having a solo show in the most exclusive gallery on the entire West Coast.

But they had to admit, she was something special.

"Please keep enjoying yourself. If you have a question for Ms Flynn, please let me know." Nadia spoke quickly because she was afraid that they would surround Aisling.

Most of the people went to have a second look at the paintings after being inspired by Aisling's words.

But as expected, there were some uncouth people in the gallery.

Jim Smith was well-known in the art collection circles because he was never shy about investing in paintings. He would buy them, hold them for a while and sell at an exorbitant price. He was not a gifted critic, but he employed the best to assess the potential value of art pieces.

Where his eye lacked in art assessment, he made it up by targeting beautiful young artists. He was known for choosing guileless artists, having his fun and ditching them when things got boring or a new, prettier artist came along.

Without wasting time, he approached Aisling.

"Ms Flynn, you are a truly beautiful creature." He smiled with a hint of greed in his eyes. "Let me guess, you are some type of faerie. You know, I am related."

Nadia wanted to come and rescue Aisling from the vile man, but the artist shook her head subtly.

Jim continued talking. "I am a goblin. We got a bad rep, but some of us are stand-up guys. A few flies ruining the entire pot."

"Is that so?" Aisling asked with a small smile.

"I sponsor a lot of artists. I see your talents. We should spend the evening and talk about your future in the art circle." A sharp gleam appeared in his eyes. "Rising in this city is hard, but one can fall with a single word."

The threat was obvious.

Aisling's face did not change. "Is that so?"

Jim felt that the woman was too proud. Her austere face reminded her of the elfish cheerleader who had laughed at him when he had asked her to senior prom.

"A powerless person should never be too arrogant, Ms Flynn." He was sure that she did not have a powerful background.

"You are absolutely right, Mr Smith. How about we discuss my talents by looking at my favourite painting?" Aisling asked.

Jim Smith felt smug. He did not even think to question how she knew his name. He knew she would give in. They always did once they understood his power.

The two people walked to one of the nearby paintings. Aisling looked at it with a hint of strangeness in her eyes. If one looked at the piece with a superficial eye, it looked like a well-drawn road going nowhere.

"I named this piece 'Road to Paradise'. Very apt, don't you think?"

Jim Smith had never understood art. He had stumbled upon art collection as a career and without knowing, he had become a rich man.

Still, he looked at the painting. He would indulge her this time. He stared at the drawing and saw a road. He was about to make up some superficial jibber-jabber when he noticed a shadowy figure at the end of the road.

He looked closer at the dark figure which seemed to be swaying in the wind. Before he knew it, his mind was blank, and he was inside the painting. The dark figure materialised before him. It was a young woman with dark hair and a deathly pale face.

The woman reached for him, and her hands clutched around his throat. They pressed and pressed, cutting off his air supply. Bloodshot eyes looked at him, and streaks of red flowed down her white cheeks.

"You killed me. You killed me." She screamed, and the voice echoed.

In his mind, Jim Smith shouted. 'I did not kill you. I gave you a chance, and you refused. I am innocent. I am innocent'

He tried opening his mouth, but only choked sounds came out.

He remembered the ghostly girl. She had been a talented new artist from Connecticut. He had offered to 'sponsor' her, and she had refused. He had taken everything from her so that she would come willingly to him. But she had been stubborn and would not compromise.

The last he had heard; she had died from a lung infection after staying on the streets for a few days.

When he thought he would die, he was snapped out of the reverie. The shock made him fall to the ground on his fat bottom. He coughed as he tried to get rid of the choked out feeling and the image of the ghost.

Everyone looked at him with a mixture of laughter and disgust. He had been making weird sounds while looking at the painting and then fallen like an unstable drum.

The elegant Aisling looked down at him with a cold smile. "What do you think of my talent, Mr Smith?"

Você também pode gostar

His Forsaken Luna

Humiliated and in heat, Idalia was forced to attend the Moonlight Masquerade in hopes of finding a mate to satisfy her body's needs. Vulnerable to her desires, she ran into the woods to escape a potential scandal. But when a masked man catches her, his touch tosses all reasoning aside. What should have been a simple humiliating event for the princess turns into a night of passion. There was one problem though: she couldn't remember who she mated with! The slave who carried her to bed. The knight who knelt before her and offered his canines for touching her. The sworn enemy Alpha Prince, who confessed his love for her. Follow Idalia as she navigates between three Weres. One is a pretty guy eager to please her to escape his fate, another trying to reclaim his honour while unable to control his desires, and the last is a villain using her for his goals, but a flame festers between them at every interaction. A slave, a knight and a villain prince, who will she choose? [ Mature Content ] "You smell like the sun." His strides are long and confident, heading in my direction like he knows exactly what he wants. He stops before me, and my head tips back. "How is that possible?" His voice drops to a rumbling whisper. Now that he was close to me, the burning ache deep within started to throb and palpitate. His body tensed, and then he was on me, nose against my neck, inhaling deeply, one hand on the side of my hair, pinning me in place with his hips. My head tilts back, unable to stop myself from giving into his touch, exposing my neck more to him, his chest rumbling as he licks the side of my skin, kissing and nipping, placing his scent over me. I am completely and utterly at his mercy. I vaguely hear material ripping, and then his warm hand cups me. "You're not finished yet," his voice is thick and deep, and it shoots straight to my tingling, pulsing core. His touch is almost possessive, and I nearly beg him to do whatever he wants with me. "Should I make it better?" His whisper is a caress against my ear before he nips the lobe, a bite promising that this would not be tender. - Daily chapter uploads -

Kelly_Starrz · Fantasia
4.9
159 Chs

The Alpha: Claiming His Enemy's Daughter

WARNING! -DARK ROMANCE- “Why do you have scars?” All of sudden, Iris changed the topic, as she looked at Cane in the eyes. She was still clutching to his sleeves. “Your father gave me,” Cane replied. He thought, Iris wouldn’t remember this conversation when she woke up. “That must be so painful.” “They are.” “Will the scars heal?” “I don’t think so.” The night indeed made you vulnerable and let you said something that you would never admit when it was bright. The obscurity softened your heart. “Too bad. You have a warm soul.” Iris frowned slightly. “I no longer have a soul.” He had sold his soul for the freedom of his people. There was nothing left of him right now. “Yes, you have, but you are in so much pain.” Iris blinked her eyes. “Your beast is in pain. You have so many scars.” “The only scars that I have is on my face.” Iris shook her head meekly. “I am not talking about your face. I am talking about your soul. Too bad, you are in so much pain… what my father and brother had done to you must be painful…” And after that, Iris closed her eyes and fell asleep. ====================== She is the daughter of an alpha who has killed his family, razed his pack and has also made his people slaves. Now, he has achieved revenge after ten years of being treated as a slave and was living a life that no one would ever imagine. Life akin to hell. And ten years later, Alpha Cane manages to take over and kill the alpha who has made the lives of his people worse than death. It was time for him to make the children of the alpha pay for what their father had done. Only… Iris was a runt and she was very different from her father.

i_want_to_sleep · Fantasia
4.6
1042 Chs

Omega's Rebirth

What was worse than death itself? Well it was dying knowing that no one would miss you, knowing that your death was a favour to everyone you ever knew. This was exactly how I felt the day I died. I was the love child of the Eclipse Alpha King, in a time where the mate bond was considered sacred, a child born out of wedlock was nothing short of sacrilegious... 'It was his fault, he loved someone other than his mate...' 'It was his fault, he had carnal knowledge of a human woman.' 'It was all his fault, my only crime was being born out of his lust.' But why was that Alpha King father of mine perfectly safe, while I was hated, scorned and blamed for everything instead? Why did I have to be my father's bargaining chip, used to achieve his goals? Why could I not get a rejection like everyone else but was instead murdered by my own mate? Why was I killed before I even had a chance to live? I had a thousand questions and yet there was no one to answer and this was exactly how I died... So why then did my eyes flutter open to that day, a month before my death? Was it because of my little secret? A secret I will tell no one else but you... From the title of my tale, you must think I am an omega wolf... No, you got it wrong... I am not an Omega wolf, I am an Alpha wolf and my name is Omega. ~Second Book in the Werewolf Rebirth Series. *Not a prequel or sequel to 'The Alpha King's Nemesis', both books are not related save for the world setting and Werewolf Rebirth concept. *Cover art sourced from the internet, all credits to the original artist.*

JHeart · Fantasia
4.7
762 Chs

Mated To The Cruel Prince

[Matured Content] Saving an injured Fae in the forest had not been Islinda's plan, and worse, he turns out to be royalty, Prince Valerie of the summer court, heir and crown prince to the throne of Astaria. But then, humans were wary of those otherworldly creatures while the Fae looked down on the humans, thinking of them as lesser creatures. Islinda and the prince were worlds apart but that didn't stop them from falling in love.  Unfortunately, Prince Valerie couldn't stay in the human realm forever and had to return to his kingdom with a promise to come back for her. And she believed him.  But then, the other one comes instead.  Dark, broody, ruthless yet dangerously handsome, everyone feared Prince Aldric. Even as a fierce warrior and son to the king of Astaria, Aldric is denied his right to the throne and cursed never to take his place because of his dark heritage.  Twisted from the inside and starved of affection, Prince Aldric does what he is best at, causing misery. He captured  Islinda - the woman who has drawn his brother's attention. He stole her from her home for his cruel purpose. If he couldn't have the throne, he could at least play around with his brother's love interest. His new prize.  Islinda hated him. Loathed him for taking away everything that she could have had with the summer prince. He's the villain. Now she has been dragged into the middle of the dirty politics played in the courts of Astaria, not to mention surviving the cold games played by the prince.  But all hope wasn't lost because the cruel prince could tempt her all he wants but he was never going to get the one thing he wants the most. To be loved. He would never have her heart!  Or could he?  ________ "What can you offer me, little human," He grinned, slow and cruel. She would make such a wonderful plaything.  "Please," She begged him, tears now gathering in her eyes, "Just let me go."  "Fine," He shrugged as if it was an easy request, "You can go."  "W-what?" She croaked, finding it hard to believe.  "Little human, you would find out my mind changes very easily." Those words sounded merciful yet she could sense the threat beneath.  But did he really mean?  Islinda didn't sit around to find out as she broke into a sprint. If there was even the slightest chance of him changing his mind, then she would take it. She would not give up hope yet.  She didn't know why but Islinda spared a look over her shoulder after a while and the blood drained from her face at what she saw coming.  Oh no, she just made a terrible mistake.  This was never freedom.  It was a hunt.  And she just became the prey.  _________ Note: This is a dark fantasy book and the male lead is a villain, so don't expect fluffy romance. What to expect? Death, gore, thick sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Also, it is not reverse harem. Gift magic castle = 5 bonus chapters! Come, let us have a wild hunt! 

Glimmy · Fantasia
4.5
918 Chs

Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted

Being the pack defect is bad enough. Getting REJECTED? By your own fated mate? Yeah. THAT is a whole new level of low. Ava Grey is the pack defect, a wolfless shifter. She struggles through life with the vague dream of freedom. Her opportunity comes when she's suddenly informed that she will be attending the Lunar Gala, an annual ball for young adult shifters to find their fated mates. And she finds him. He's beautiful and intense, and his kisses send desire through her veins like a drug. Until he REJECTS her. Ava isn't about to go back to her dreary life. She escapes and forges a new identity far from her pack, and far from her alpha mate. She makes new friends and is even forcefully adopted by a hilarious husky. But just as she settles in and finds happiness, strange things begin to happen... Her husky has been holding secrets. She's hearing whispers that shifter packs all over are looking for her. And she can smell a familiar scent in her apartment, which makes no sense at all... because the man it belongs to rejected her. FEBRUARY 2024 UPDATE: Updates scheduled for 5-7 days a week as I continue recovering and working on my new WSA entry. Thank you for your patience as we move into book 7! --------- This is a wolf shifter romance with multiple triggers that like to waltz hand in hand with all the dark themes through a meadow of dead flowers. In this book you will find the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Laugh, cry, rage; you can do them all as you follow Ava in the rather perilous journey of being a wolf shifter in this generation of werewolf romance. There are R18 scenes sprinkled throughout this book like candy popping out of a pinata. Please read responsibly. ------- AUTHOR DISCORD: https://discord.com/invite/ApNZDux8kj

Lenaleia · Fantasia
4.6
440 Chs
Índice
Volume 1 :The Hidden Continent
Volume 2 :The Alternate World
Volume 3 :The Brewing Storm
Volume 4 :The Final Journey

APOIO