#dara is a fallen angel

[pupsmailbox]

FALLEN ANGEL ID PACK

NAMES︰ abaddon. abel. acher. adam. aether. allocen. amducias. amon. amy. andras. angel. angelina. angelo. apollyon. ariel. armaros. ash. asmoday. asmodeus. astaroth. astrid. axel. azael. azazel. azrael. azza. baal. balam. balberith. barbatos. bathin. beatrix. beelzebub. behemoth. beleth. belial. berith. bernael. bifrons. blaise. botis. buer. cael. caim. cain. cannibelle. carrion. cary. castiel. celeste. celestia. cerberus. chemosh. corpse. crow. dagon. damien. damon. dantanian. dara. david. dina. donovan. dumah. eden. elena. eligor. ember. enepsigos. erebus. evangeline. eve. ezekiel. flauros. focalor. forcas. forneus. furcas. gabriel. gadreel. ghoul. gomory. guts. hagenti. halpas. haunt. hel. ian. iblis. icha. jeremiah. kage. kasdeya. keres. kimaris. kokabiel. kunopegos. laila. lamia. leila. levi. leviathan. leviathon. lilin. lilith. lucifer. malaika. malpas. marbas. mare. mastema. michael. mikhail. moloch. morax. moros. nathaniel. nicholas. nightshade. nyx. odin. onyx. orias. ornias. orobas. orpheus. paimon. phoenix. procel. purah. purson. qemuel. rahab. raphael. raum. ravana. raven. raziel. remiel. rogue. ronobe. rosier. ruax. rune. sabel. sabnack. saleos. salome. samael. samuel. sanguine. satan. seere. semyaza. sephtis. seraph. serenity. seth. shax. solas. sorath. statuette. tamiel. theo. uriel. uzza. val. valac. valefor. vapula. vepar. vesper. vine. virtue. vual. willow. wolf. wormwood. wound. wraith. xaphan. yael. zagan. zepar.

PRONOUNS︰ ae/aem. aeth/aether. an/angel. angel/angel. ar/arch. be/tray. bea/beast. being/being. bite/bite. blood/blood. broke/broken. broken/broken. cae/caem. cani/cani. che/cher. cher/cher. creep/creep. cross/crosse. curse/curse. da/dark. dae/daem. dark/dark. de/filed. dei/deim. disgrace/disgrace. dove/dove. e/eden. ely/elym. empty/empty. en/envy. fall/fall. fall/fallen. fallen/fallen. fang/fang. feather/feather. fie/fiend. flight/flight. grace/grace. grim/grim. grudge/grudge. gut/gut. ha/lo. halo/halo. hell/hell. holy/holy. hy/hym. hy/hymn. it/it. ix/ix. kill/kill. la/lamb. lo/lost. mon/mon. no/non. om/omen. omen/omen. rip/rip. ruin/ruin. sai/saint. ser/seraph. sera/sera. sera/seraph. sin/sin. smite/smite. smy/smite. teeth/teeth. tether/tether. thorn/thorn. throne/throne. un/holy. unholy/unholy. unknown/unknown. wi/wing. wing/wing. wraith/wraith. wrath/wrath. wre/wretched. ☦️ . ⛓️ . ❤️‍🔥 . 🔥 . 🕊️ .

[buntress]

𖤐•°𐕣 Fallen Angel ID Pack 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Fallen Angel ID Pack]

Req By :: Anonymous

𖤐•°𐕣 𝔑𝔞𝔪𝔢𝔰 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Names]

Abaddon // Abel // Adam // Aether // Amon // Angel // Angelo // Ariel // Ash // Astrid // Axel // Azrael // Azazel // Baal // Beatrix // Beelzebub // Beleth // Belial // Cael // Cain // Castiel // Celeste // Chemosh // Dagon // Dara // David // Dina // Dumah // Evangeline // Eve // Ezekiel // Gabriel // Ian // Iblis // Jeremiah // Laila // Levi(athon) // Lucifer // Michael // Malaika // Moloch // Nathaniel // Orias // Phoenix // Qemuel // Raziel // Rosier // Saleos // Samael // Samuel // Solas // Tamiel // Theo // Uriel // Val(efor) // Xaphan // Yael

𖤐•°𐕣 𝔓𝔯𝔬𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔰 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Pronouns]

Ae / Aem / Aer / Aerself || Aeth / Aether / Aetherself || An / Angel / Angels / Angelself || Ar / Arch / Archs / Archself || Bea / Beast / Beasts / Beastself || Cae / Caem / Caes / Caeself || Che / Cher / Chers / Cherself || Da / Dark / Darks / Darkself || Dae / Daem / Daer / Daemself || Dei / Deim / Deis / Deimself || Dove / Doves / Doveself || E / Eden / Edens / Edenself || Ely / Elym / Elys / Elyself || Ha / Lo / Halo / Haloself || Hy / Hymn / Hys / Hymnself || La / Lamb / Lambs / Lambself || Mon / Mons / Monself || Om / Omen / Omens / Omenself || Sai / Saint / Saints / Saintself || Ser / Seras / Seraph / Seraphself || Sin / Sins / Sinself || Smy / Smite / Smites / Smiteself || Throne / Thrones / Throneself || Wi / Wing / Wings / Wingself || 🕊️ / 🕊️s 🕊️self || ☦️ / ☦️s / ☦️self || 🔥 / 🔥s / 🔥self || ❤️‍🔥 / ❤️‍🔥s / ❤️‍🔥self || ⛓️ / ⛓️s / ⛓️self

𖤐•°𐕣 𝔗𝔦𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔰 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Titles]

The Fallen One // The Unholy // The Corruption // The Revanchist // The Once Divine // The Corrupted Purity // Hy Who Fell From Heaven // Their Corrupted Purity // The Corrupted One // Dae Who Was Divine // The Corrupted Lord/Lady/Leige // One Of Hell's Court // Creator Of Discord Upon The Divine // The Sinner // The Disgraced // The Hellish One // It Of Corrupted Light

Note :: All pronouns can be replaced with whatever pronouns you prefer!

𖤐•°𐕣 𝔏𝔞𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔰 𐕣°•𖤐

[PT: Labels]

Aldertatterwingic // Angelius // Angelx // Anniople // Bewolkian // Bloodywingial // Brokenangelic // Brokenwingsdernic // Caninelenel // Corruptangelic // Crucifingelic // Darkangelcoric // Enfealian // Fallangelcoric // Fallenangelaesic // Fallenangelfangic // Fallenangelmoth // Fallenangelsproutaen // Fallencosmica // Fallenlexic // Fallenlovic // Fallenpridic // Guardilenel // Impurfallangelic // Ingeluse // Lovefangel // Nauticheric // Nosaboy // Purleydemonit // Relingelus // Serafernal // Seroanus // Unholy Omninoun // Vengefangel // Villangelgender // Viongelic

Note :: The first letter of each label is a link to the post coining it!

[meraki24601]

Angels and Demons Part 2

Part 1

-----------*-***-*-----------

Onyx put up a decent fight. He tugged against my vines, hand reaching for his fallen blade. His eyes flicked around the room, torn between keeping an eye on me, checking on his sister, and watching for danger entering from the hallway.

I allowed the mild sedative in the thorns covering the vines to release. Onyx made a choking noise, which I assumed meant it was taking effect. His hands went limp, but his glare didn’t falter. The Angel’s chest heaved, and small sounds of protest bounced off my back as I moved back to the child’s side. 

“Let’s get this stake out, alright? I’m sorry, but this one might hurt more than the other.” I said, shifting the pinned girl to rest more comfortably on the table.

“He didn’t mean to hurt you,” The girl whispered, “He was just trying to protect me. Please, don’t kill him.”

Hopefully, my smile was comforting as I moved to look the hybrid experiment in the eye. “I know. Don’t worry. I’ll help you both escape this hell hole as long as he behaves. Now, lie still.”

The child trembled, “Can I hold his hand? I’m scared.”

It wasn’t an unreasonable request. My tail held the girl in place while I knelt beside her brother. The drugged Angel shivered as I ran my hands over his chest, careful to avoid the scabbed-over wounds covering the skin. Every blade but one was missing. Even the one he had attacked me with had turned to dust as his strength abandoned him. “Your sister needs you. Fight, and you die. Better yet, I know what it means for an Angel to lose their heart rib. Behave.”

I kept my vines wrapped around Onyx’s throat but loosened them to allow the Angel to rise. “Stay on your knees. Crawl. Try not to move too much, or those wounds will reopen.”

The Angel growled, “Don’t touch me. You’re not going to lay a hand on my sister.” His body shook as he forced himself to his knees and made to stand on his feet.

“I said, on your knees.” I placed my hand on the back of his head and pushed down until his forehead touched the floor. “Will you hold your sister’s hand while I free her, or will you let her suffer alone?”

Onyx was growing weaker by the second. I wrapped another of my vines around his chest to support him as he crawled on hands and knees to his sister’s side. His face twisted into a shallow imitation of a smile as he took his sister’s hand in his own, “Hey there, Dara. Looks like those horns are healing well. You ready to get out of here?”

The stake was larger this time, pushed deeper into the table below. Footsteps rang in the hallway, drawn in by Dara’s screams. The girl lost consciousness the moment the end of the stake left her wing. 

With a dull sob, Onyx bent over the side of the table and threw up. It was all stomach acid. Who knew when his last meal had been. He would have collapsed into the mess had it not been for my vines. “Don’t. Stop.” Onyx whispered as he joined his sister in unconsciousness.

“Emery!” Three of my top soldiers burst into the room. “We heard screams. Are you…” 

Inari, my second hand, tightened his grip on the stolen gun in his hand. “Angels.” The word burned the air like a curse as his vines reached for the child.

“Inari!” I cried, wrapping his vines in my hand and taking the poison without flinching. “These two are under my protection. Move on. Toyin, Akachi, please carry this one to the transport. I’ve got the girl. If he wakes up, use your vines to put him under. Have we taken the building?”

Nodding with his head bowed, Inari stepped back out of the room. “All of the survivors have been removed, and the humans eliminated.”

“Good.” I pulled the girl into my arms and dodged as her tail struck at my face. “Spread the word. Burn it down.”

I left for the transport without another word. Inari’s gleeful giggles and the crackle of a growing fire accompanied the sounds of Onyx’s feet dragging along the floor. Our sister settlement had been avenged.

[revenant-coining]

could i have some name recs based off a couple vibes?

names that would be given to a black cat (w/ ambiguous gender)

names that just feel like they would be for a biblically accurate angel (fine with whatever perceived gender but im most interested in something neither masc or fem)

names for an angel with dark/black wings (leaning masc, some fem is fine)

names that feel like black, grey, and/or wilted roses (idk how to word this onee, but preferably more fem)

names that use less common letters/characters (ive liked æ, ç, x, y, and z, but there could be other fun thingss) - with null or fem vibes

here ya go !

Vibe 1:

Shadow, Crow, Panther, Pluto, Midnight, Storm, Thunder, Raven, Nightshade, Umbra, Shade, Murky, Cloudy, Starlight, Dark, Coal, Comet, Spider, Tux, Eightball, Soot, Blackberry, Dusk, Twilight, Ebony, Pitch, Inky, Graphite, Charcoal, Onyx, Obsidian, Ash, Cinder, and Noir

Vibe 2:

Araciel, Arakiba, Araqael, Araqiel, Aretstikapha, Arkas, Arkiel, Arqael, Sarquael, Advachiel, Armaros, Armoni, Armoniel, Asmodel, Cameel, Camiel, Camniel, Kamael, Kemuel, Khamael, Cafziel, Cafzyel, Caphziel, Kalkydra, Kyriotetes, Iophiel, Iofiel, Jofiel, Yofiel, Youfiel, Zophiel, Zuriel, Kabaiel, Kakabel, Kochab, Kochbiel, Kokbiel, Kokhabiel, Akrasiel, Raguil, Rakul, Raquel, Rasuil, Reuel, Rufael, Sarakiel, Saraqael, Sauriel, Seriel, Sourial, Suriel, Suriyel, Suruel, and Surufel

Vibe 3:

not sure what exactly to do for this, but here are some fallen angels names maybe ?

Asbeel, Azazel, Barbiel, Barbuel, Barubiel, Ieshim, Kokabiel, Kabaiel, Kakabel, Kochab, Kochbiel, Kokbiel, Kokhabiel, Samael, Tamiel, Kasdaye, Kasdeja, and Kasyade

Vibe 4:

Ebony, Charcoal, Onyx, Olive, Licorice, Crow, Midnight, Ink, Raven, Oil, Pitch, Soot, Sable, Obsidian, Jade, Spider, Leather, Gray, Shadow, Graphite, Iron, Pewter, Cloud, Silver, Smoke, Slate, Anchor, Ash, Dove, Fog, Flint, Lead, Coin, Amaris, Asphodel, Belladonna, Blodwyn, Branwen, Calantha, Dara, Demelza, Esmeralda, Hestia, Iva, Jelena, Melia, Merle, Nisha, Valerian, Xylia, Zetta, and Zilla

Vibe 5:

Lærke, Sæba, Koçer, Lourenço, Xander, Ximena, Xiomara, Xyla, Xena, Xochitl, Xavion, Maxine, Moxie, Exene, Dixie, Trixie, Alexis, Alexa, Lexus, Yaretzi, Yara, Yareli, Yusuf, Yosef, Yehuda, Yousef, Yahir, Zion, Zuri, Zara, Zander, Zabana, Zabe, and Zabelle

[renfriscreyden]

Alexandre Cabanel, Fallen Angel (1847) x Dara in “Redanian Intelligence”

[ricksbowen]

can i request a joshua bassett imagine about you being a cast member on hsmtmts and the whole cast knows josh likes you but you’re oblivious and at the premier frankie and everyone is teasing you about joshua staring at you the whole night

flashing cameras | j.b

IN WHICH: joshua looks at you as if you’re his favorite movie.

INSPIRATION: electric love — borns

“Y/N! Y/N!”

A bright smile appeared on your face as you walked up to the reporter, greeting his with a polite hug as she held the microphone up to you.

“Oh, look at you! You look gorgeous!” the reported gushed, and you felt your face burn red at her compliment. You never did get used to the fame. One minute you were auditioning for a new show, the next you were cast as one of the main characters.

“Thank you, it means a lot,” you responded with a smile that would’ve made anyone’s heart melt.

“You play Isabella Bordeaux in High School Musical: the Musical: the Series, right?” the reporter began, and you nodded in response. “Can you tell us a little bit about her? She’s a new character in the second season, right?”

“Right,” you beamed, trying to keep a cool head as you started talking. “Well, she’s a French exchange student, and she’s a junior,” you explained. “She’s not really the type to join a musical; she’s a cheerleader, but one of the more quiet and honest ones.”

“It must be hard speaking French for the camera. Did you have to take lessons?”

“Well, all I had prior to filming was the French class I was taking in school,” you said with a shy smile, letting out a relieved sigh when the reporter laughed politely.

How could you look so pretty while doing the most simple things? Joshua asked himself that question more times than he’d like to admit, and as his eyes lingered on you and not at the camera, he heard someone bump him in the hip playfully.

“You are terrible at being discreet,” Frankie snickered, his voice low enough for only Joshua to hear. Olivia was beside him, smiling teasingly as his face burned red. It almost hurt them how oblivious you were to Joshua’s fleeting looks and longing eyes. You had always been blind to cues that were even a little bit romantic; it was obvious in the way you’d unknowingly shoot Joshua down in his attempts by giving him a high five.

“What do you mean?”

“You know exactly what he means,” Olivia remarked, smiling towards the camera for just a second before looking back at Joshua. If only the paparazzi knew what they were talking about; they’d eat it up in a second. “I swear, you were drooling before we came here.”

Joshua frowned a bit, fingers consciously reaching for his mouth to check of any drool. The action made Olivia and Frankie laugh, and Joshua knew he was gonna be in for it later. He grinned at the camera, posing with his friends before he heard heels click quickly up to him. He felt his skin turn warm and nerves prick his skin at the familiar sound.

“Sorry! This sweet reporter had so many questions and I answered them all — she seemed nice, y’know?” you ranted, adjusting your dress and moving closer to Joshua and smiling. His heartbeat picked up, blush deepening on his face as he heard Frankie chuckle at Y/N’s words.

“Y/N L/N, you are too precious.”

The after party was wild.

You never did get used to seeing random famous people walk up to you and congratulate you or compliment you on how great you were in the show. Their words rendered you into a sputtering, blushing mess of ‘thank yous’ and ‘I love you and everything you do, thank you so much.’

You practically lost it when you saw Finn Wolfhard there. Why as he there? You didn’t know, but you weren’t complaining.

“I’ve never seen so many famous people in one place,” you muttered to Sofia, who only shook her head.

“Me neither. Oh my God, I don’t even know why they all came,” Olivia was almost as giddy as you, pointing out ( literally ) every celebrity there.

“Pointing’s rude,” Matt commented alongside the rest of you, and you glared at him.

“The only thing keeping you from not freaking out is the open bar.”

“Being 21 comes with its perks,” he retorted with a smile. “At least I’m not Frankie or Larry. Their living their lives at the bar,” Matt pointed his drink to the nearby bar, where Frankie and Larry were talking animatedly to Joshua. Joshua — who was way too sober compared to any of them — was only grinning widely while Frankie made crazy hand gestures. He turned towards the rest of you, eyes widening once they met yours, and he immediately turned away.

You could hear the others laugh at his reaction, Sofia bumping your hip playfully to get you to snap out of whatever trance you were in.

“He’s whipped,” Sofia remarked with a laugh, making your face a deep red at her words.

“For who?” you managed, looking at your cast mates. They were all gaping at you, almost incredulous at your unawareness towards social cues.

“What do you mean for who?”

Joshua looked back at you and the others, eyes lingering on your form as you looked at the others with furrowed brows. A fond smile appeared on his face just at the sight of you, but the spell you put him under broke the moment Frankie clapped him on the back.

“Ow!”

“Do something!” Larry motioned wildly to you, eyes wide for emphasis. “You’ve been drooling over her since she first walked into set!”

“Have not!” Joshua fired back, making Frankie snort.

“Have too!” Frankie laughed out, voice loud against the bass boosted music. “Look; she’s terrible at reading cues. The eyes you’re making towards her?” Frankie tutted, shaking his head in shame. “Not working other than for your very dear cast mates. So,” he motioned to you yet again, and when Joshua turned to look at you, you were already looking at him.

Sofia and Olivia were whispering in your ear, something that Joshua could make out thanks to the music. But you looked unsure, your eyes darting to Matt while he smiled encouragingly. Julia and Dara walked up to them, their eyes widening when Sofia explained everything to them, and they too started telling you things with a wide smile. The curiosity was too much.

“Attaboy!” Larry yelled as Joshua stood up, gently making his way past the crowd. Unknown to him, you were doing the same, the encouraging cheers of your friends behind you fueling your confidence and your nerves.

“Excuse me,” you mumbled, pushing past yet another person and accidentally bumping into Joshua, your eyes wide as you looked at him.

“Hey!” Joshua managed, a nervous smile on his face.

“Hi,” you breathed out, all confidence now thrown into the wind as you swallowed dryly. “You wanna step out for a bit?”

“Yeah! Yeah, sure,” Joshua murmured, voice going quiet as he felt your hand take his. It felt so natural, your fingers intertwining with his as you led him out of the crowd.

The fenced back kept all the paparazzi away, and you led him outside to the cold LA air. You loved California when it was nighttime; the weather was perfect and the rare instance of stars was breathtaking.

Your hand was still holding his as you walked out. The music became muffled by the sliding glass doors, and you led him to a swinging bench. You looked up at the few stars that hung over head, the waning moon accompanying them in the sky. You let out a small exhale, a breathy, “wow,” leaving your lips.

“It’s pretty, huh?” you murmured to Joshua, your eyes set on the glowing moon. The moonlight hit your face perfectly, making you look like an angel on earth.

Joshua hummed, eyes on you as he nodded his head. “It’s beautiful.”

You looked at him, face blooming red when you saw him looking at you. He was talking about you. “Nice one,” you forced out behind the want to cheer and thank the world.

Nice one? Was that all you could manage?

“Sorry. I meant thanks. I dunno.” You gazed down at your heels, silently cursing yourself for your own words.

A chuckle rumbled deep in his chest at your reaction, his own face red. “You know,” Joshua managed through his nerves, “I thought you were gorgeous when you walked into set.”

You didn’t look at him, but your eyes widened.

“Yeah. That’s kinda why I tripped when I walked over to introduce myself. It’s also why I kinda avoided you for a few days because I couldn’t believe I tripped.” Joshua sighed, his confession coming out like a ramble that he couldn’t stop.

“I guess you could say I fell for you,” he joked, and that was what made you look up at him with a grin.

“You really had to make a pun out of it?” you asked with a laugh, the sound alone making his heart skip a beat.

“I had to get you to look at me somehow. And you know you love my jokes,” Joshua remarked, making you scoff and roll your eyes with a beaming smile.

You put your head on his shoulder, the action making him grin like a lovestruck fool. “You’re lucky I like you, Bassett,” you said softly, thumb swiping lightly over his hand. “For me, I think it was when I caught you stealing leftovers at 3 AM while I was trying to do the same.”

You heard him laugh at your words, and you peered up at him. Joshua looked back down at you, the blushes on your cheeks matching. The moment almost seemed too perfect, as if it had fallen out of an oddly detailed WattPad book and into your lives. You weren’t complaining.

You leaned up, and he leaned down. Your lips met in a soft kiss, and you swore you could hear your friends cheer.

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TAGS: @tomshufflepuff, @myrandom-fandomlife, @softpeteparker, @sarcarstic-space-weirdo, @allaroundaddict, @cherrydolan

[kdelarenta]

every piece of IF I've ever played

- a simple list to keep track of everything i've played, my main characters and their routes

finished 

The Wayhaven Chronicles - Book 1/2 

Amelia Winters - Mason, (Nate)

Josie Valentine - *will be using for something else

Edith Sinclair - *will be using for something else

The Shadow Society - Book 1 

Maxine Waldorf - Michael 

Rory Harrington - *will be using for something else

The Fog Knows Your Name 

Olivia Walsh - Rex

Fallen Hero : Rebirth

Vera Brown - Daniel

Keeper of the Sun and Moon 

Luna Peters - *will be using for something else

Madison Reed - Cyrus

The Soul Stone War 

Cecelia -  *will be using for something else

Valkyrie - Manerkol

Creme de la Creme

Katherine Duval - Max 

Monique Davenport - Blaise

180 Files: The Aegis Project 

Ava Coleman - Angel 

Mask Of The Plague Doctor

Lilith - might use her for something else*

Tally Ho

Joy Hartmann - Haze, Valentine

Breach

Lana Bautista - Gabriel

WIP

From The Shadows 

Marina Spencer - Daniel  

Supernaturals in New York

Gwen Darcy - Grey

Shepherds of Haven

Verena Hatche - Chase, (Trouble)

Secrets of Swatheford 

Charlie De Luca - Cas, (Mercado)

Wilhelmina 

Wilhelmina Murray - Jonathan 

Sentinel 

Mina Asano - Adrian 

The Golden Rose 

Arya - Hadrian 

Royal Affairs 

Beatrice -  Laurie

Speaker 

Josephine Clayton - Sebastian, Liam

KODAN 

Madison Reed - Dominic, ( Cyrus)

Odessa Dating Games 

Isabella Ronin - Lyon 

Modern Citizens : Unmasked

Astrid Hayes - Finley

Mind Blind

Colette Wiseman - Gray, Glitch

Monsters of New Haven High 

Ruby Mephisto - Hunter 

Attollo

Rue Blanchard - using her for something else*

Remember you will die

Artemis - Dante

Virtue’s End

Nadia - Elexis (Shea)

Conspiracy in Emerson

Maisie Lockwood - Gabe, (Curt)

Exiled from Court

Seraphina - Harry

Golden

Hazel Mcclaren - Kaidan

OFNA

Nellie Whitlock - Jeremy

Just West Of Autumn Boulevard

Imogen Prescott - using her for something else*

The Spirited: Origins

Hyacinth Blaire Decker - Vargas

Body Count

Rosalie Yang - Charlie

Fernweh Saga

Norah Bradshaw - Reese, (Mal)

College Tennis

Barbara Bobbie Friedman - ?

The Exile

Guinevere Acheron - Nikke

Amarantha - ??

The Marriage Market

Agatha Hartcliffe - *using her for someone else

What Lovely Bones

Maya Fox - T Kauffman

Disenchanted

Mallory Sanchez - Theo

Beyond The Mist

Dawn - Zach

Slaughter Squad

Jules Ortega - The Host

Embers of Hope

Poppy Vesper - Creon

Blood Legacies

Iris Ellarion - Hayden

Dust and Shadows

Vanessa Archibald - Quinn

Children of Caine

Claudia Monroe - ?

Livia Spencer - D

Bridge Ices Before Road

Erika Molloy - ?

not cog

Scout : An Apocalypse Story 

Dexadora Park - Oliver

A Tale of Crowns 

Nîyaz Cezîrî - Dara

Perfumare

Summer - Laurent

ASOS

Margaret Fairchild - *using her for something else

LOA

Fallon Harrington - Gabe

TPS

Tabitha Julivert - Clarke

[luna-tormenta]

Oh okay , and who are those spirits ? Sorry for the questions

You're fine!!🖤 They are:

Moona- a lunar moth Fae who specializes in lunar and sleep magic. She is my magical advisor! She can help with anything dealing with magical questions

B-a brownie Fae who enjoys cleaning a lot! He helps me with "every day" magic and mundane things.

Aaron- a hellhound who can figure anything out for you! He has helped me through many things and secretly watches over everything

Hank- a demon floating eyeball, who is "papa" and will give advice for anything

J- a fallen angel who is very, very wise and will help figure out any problems you may have as well as give advice to get through the problem

Dawn- a Selkie who acts as "momma", she specializes in sea and water magic. She gives advice towards mind/spirit questions!

Dara is still too young to help out with this stuff, but he is a toddler fae!!

I have posts made for Dawn, Hnak, and Dara if you are interested in learning more!🖤 they can be found under the "my companions" tag!!

If you have any more questions, please dont hesitate to send them!! I love talking to you all!🌻✨🌙

[gir4lpowr-blog]

“Why are you looking at me like that? you texted me and I decided to come over to see you. I mean, I really prefer to talk in personally than text somebody.”

[l000ey]

lost → zyler

✧ pairing; woo jiho x zhou jia (mentions of jay park, rae dara, song, mino, song yunghyeong and song twins)

✧ summary; skyler meets an old acquaintance during her secret night out

✧ warnings; none

✧ note; this may not be like what has been asked but it gives an idea of how these two begin their relationship. the requests are open!!!

2019

A song by Jay Park played at the Jigoku nightclub in China, of course. The red lights covered the entire main hall in contrast to the purple wig she wore on her head with the intention that no one from the staff would recognize her and call her unnie to tell her that they knew where she was. She knew that if that happened, it was most likely that Dara would take her private jet and travel here without hearing Mino's complaints about her pregnancy.

Skyler felt like a fugitive with a wig covering her head and a mask covering most of her face, moving away from the bar and the security so they wouldn’t stay long seeing her and discover it was her. She sighed asking herself what she was doing there, this didn’t make sense.

What was she doing in one of the nightclubs belonging to her unnie when she didn’t want anyone to know that she was here in China? Although, yes, most people thought that she was with her parents and her little brother but still this was a suicidal act, anyone could recognize her and then a scandal would be mounted that she could get very badly stopped apart from the fact that the only result would be that she had to face reality and that was what she least wanted at this moment.

"Sky?" Her body froze as soon as she heard her name. She began to feel a warmth run through her body, which happened when she became nervous. Her face burned. She mentally cursed her body "Skyler, it’s you?"

She swallowed hard before answering "I think you’re wrong, sir" She turned around and spoke to him in chinese before bowing and, without letting him speak, turn around again, this time to make her way between the already sweaty bodies that danced on the dance floor.

Mentally she slapped herself and had insulted herself more than once for thinking that this was going to be all right. She wondered more than once that she had slipped into Zico in China when he must be in Seoul creating his new agency, she wondered how it was that he had recognized her if in the two hours she had been there, no one had done it.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" If Yunghyeong heard her right now, it would definitely give him a heart attack. She walked briskly down the street looking for her car keys in her pockets when she heard his voice again.

"I know it's you, Skyler!" Because of that scream the keys fell to the floor making her growl. She bent down as quickly as she could and picked up the key ring before resuming her pace but by that time Jiho's long legs had already brought him to her. His right hand curled around her elbow and pulled her to face him.

The american closed her eyes tightly as soon as she realized that she had him in front of her, that they were face to face. For about two minutes that seemed like an eternity for Jia nothing happened, she was still with her eyes closed and he was quiet as he analyzed her covered face, making sure it really was her and not a mirage like the ones he had been having for a few months .

Jiho frowned before taking his free hand to her face and then removing the mask from her face. It was real. She was real. He released a small incredulous laugh.

"Open your eyes, I'm not going to kill you or something" He scolded her although his tone was a calm one, he received a tongue in cheek response before the girl opened her eyes "So I was wrong, huh?".

The sly smile that said nothing but arrogance and mischief made her nervous causing her to fight against him trying to break free. They were too close "I don’t know what you're talking about" She denied while still trying to free herself from his grip but Jiho's big hand was much stronger than her.

"And you even called me sir, I have to admit that it hurt" He pouted as he looked at the sky and laid his free hand over his heart. He was teasing her, he was making fun of her.

Stopping fighting, she sighed again and looked at him "What do you want, Jiho?".

Hearing his name looked at her with his mouth open, pretending a false surprise "Oh, now you call me by my name! What little respect for your elders, Skyler" He shook his head and smiled when he saw her roll her eyes, he was getting on her nerves and he liked that. He released her giving her a kinder, less playful smile this time "There are a lot of people worried about you in Korea. I don’t know how your groupmates are but I know that Dara noona misses you, she feels...guilty, in a way, that you have fled".

She frowned when she heard him "Guilty? It's not her fault that I left, it was by own will. I didn’t feel comfortable and needed space. "

"Exactly for that" He pointed with his hand before putting both in the back pockets of his jeans. He pressed his lips in a thin line "She knows what you're feeling and feels guilty because she couldn’t help you. Plus, she is somewhat sensitive due her pregnancy. She is going to have twins, you know? A boy and a girl" He smiled slightly remembering Mino's smile when he told him about the babies. He let out a laugh "Mino told me that I have a good chance of being the godfather of one of them".

"Those babies are going to have a lot of people wanting to be their godparents" She ran her tongue down her lower lip before looking at the tips of her shoes. She exhaled again "Look, tell Dara that she is not to blame. I just need time".

And with that she turned around, this time ready to leave but he interrupted her again.

"How long?" He asked but she didn’t answer so he continued speaking "Because you know you're going to have to come back yes or yes, right? If you don’t decide at the end YG will throw you out of the group and the company so they will present charges against you for not fulfilling your contract".

She already knew that, of course she knew it. But she was lost, she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t have friends in China, her parents didn’t understand what was happening and she didn’t want to stop and explain it because they would not understand it, she had a broken heart and had pushed away the only people who could help her. She didn’t know how to continue, she was stuck in the same place and it seemed she had no way out.

Without realizing it, she was already crying. She brushed the tear that fell down her cheek despite the fact that others kept falling and turned around, shrugged, biting her lower lip asking him, no, screaming for help with her eyes.

"Do you want to go for pizza?" He could have said many things, he could have hugged her and told her that he liked her and that he wouldn’t do like those kids who didn’t know how to treat a girl, that he would take care of her and help her, but simply he told her if she wanted to go eat pizza.

Great, Jiho, great.

Skyler laugh and, despite the tears, her arruined makeup and her wig misplaced that made her look crazy, Jiho thought she was an angel fallen from the sky. She looked at him with a smile when the laugh died in her throat "What?".

"Yes, a pizza. You know, that round thing with tomato and cheese and then what you want to put in. I can’t believe you've never tried one!” He gasped, feigning surprise. He narrowed his eyes at her. "You are a monster".

And she laughed again and from then Jiho decided that this was his favorite music now.

[sheslikethemccn]

FACECLAIMS.

 So it’s basically impossible for me to decide (as always), but I’ve managed to narrow THE SILVER SCREEN QUEEN down to three top options. Hande has always been my top character, but I worry about my second muse (male) and who I’ll choose bc I just cannot decide. However, I’ve decided this is my TOP character, and I can always bring in another muse later as someone’s WC, o when I figure out the face I’d like to use. 

This character is based off of my old chara, Selene, and she will be about thirty to thirty three years old, depending on the face I choose. My main aesthetic for her is the moon, a fallen angel, spoilt rich babydoll (who ain’t so rich anymore) & escapism.

OPTION 1: Hande. 

Sooooo many gifs. Other than her beautiful face and the fact that I’m obsessed with her, her gif amount would just KEEP ME GOING. And I’m sad I never got enough time with Yasmin or Meliha, so I’m not over using Hande if that makes sense. Her face has just the right amount of softness to deceive another, and she can be bitchy too. I like that she has the face of an angel and seems like she could mask a lot of darkness, which this muse harbours within.  

POSSIBLE NAMES:  asli ( genuine ), belis ( exceptional/extraordinary ), neslihan ( happy lady ), zehra (  blossoms ), ayla ( halo light around moon ), aysun/aysin ( moonlight/girl whose face is as beautiful as the moon ), esin ( inspiration ), selin ( running water ), venüs (no meaning, found on random rare turk name masterlist), sevil ( be loved )

OPTION 2: Davika. 

This girl has so many more gifs than I realised, which really pulled me towards her, other than the fact that she’s #stunning and I haven’t really seen her used. Plus it would be fun in a way to play somebody new, but I also might get that opportunity with my second chara. I feel like Davika has the clean girl aesthetic, and is super put together which I envision this muse being - fashionable, ‘luxe’. But also she’s got Selene’s aesthetic down pat too. 

POSSIBLE NAMES: alisara ( queen bee ), achara ( goddess/angel ), hathai ( heart ), hansa ( swan ), malai ( garland of flowers ), chanthira ( moon and stars ), dara ( evening star ), pensri ( beauty of the moon ), kamala  ( of the heart ) I’d pick a nickname from this list, such as sai, art, chai, mai, mali, etc. 

OPTION 3: Lindsey. 

Okay y’all know I love Lindsey.. in her gifs, though, whilst she’s gorgeous and makeup is to a T, she’s got less of a luxe look and more down to earth. Which isn’t a bad thing at all! She’s even got a bit more of a sadness to her, and I don’t mind given that my chara will be going through the motions. Lots of a+ drinking gifs. She’d also rly suit my detective chara, Sawyer. Buuuut I think I’m wanting to bring in Selene. Lindsey probably has the least amount of gif options in comparison to the other two. 

POSSIBLE NAMES: vega ( falling angel/swooping eagel ), amaris ( child of the moon ), lucía ( light ), catalina ( pure ), valeria ( strong ), neva ( snow ). 

[aksarawrites]

“When you fell, sunlight was facing you. I felt like looking at a fallen angel.” ESAR

Eskandar and Dara are a perfect duo! I love both character even somestimes i tak suka character Dara yang terus jump into conclusion 😂

Eskandar always say yang dia tak sempurna. At the end baru tahu apa ketidaksempurnaan tu and memang tak terjangkau dek akal. I think Eskandar is perfect but he’s not. Walau Dara still accept him but if i was her mmg fikir 10 kali jugak😬

Storyline best (anjell kot haha) i suka cerita kayangan kayangan ni. Eskandar walau nampak biasa tukang kayu gituh tapi woah smart engko. The real Eskandar really wow.

[pamphletstoinspire]

Catholic Religious Stories - Part 43 - The Saints - Part 8

Story with image:

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/catholic-religious-stories-part-43-saints-8-harold-baines/?published=t

ST BRIGID

ABOUT the same time as St Genevieve was living in France there was in Ireland another great woman who was to become a saint. Her name was Brigid (or Bridget, as it is sometimes wrongly called). Her father was a chieftain and her mother a slave in his household with whom he had fallen in love. Many wonderful stories are told of Brigid's childhood — how wild birds would become tame and let her stroke them, and how the linnet would sing its first song for her. Men said of her: "She dips her fingers in the stream and the ice melts. She breathes upon the world and the winter is gone." There was a tale that when she worked in the dairy she would only half fill a jar with butter, saying: "God will add something to it," and each jar would become miraculously full. And when she was looking after sheep in: the fields she would pray by a flat white stone which she called her altar, and which, to make it balance evenly, had been given four small feet by an angel.

What was certain about Brigid was that from a very early age she loved God and wished to serve Him as a nun. Because of her beauty, many young noblemen wished to marry her, but she refused them all, and at last left her father's house, with some friends, to offer herself to do God's service in whatever way her bishop thought best. The bishop said, "You shall be called Sisters of Mercy," gave them white robes 0f nuns, and made them promise to give up their lives to serving God by prayer and works of charity.

Brigid and her companions chose as their first home a house under a great oak-tree, which they called Cill Dara — "the Church of Oak" — and which later grew into the city of Kildare. Her convent soon became the centre of religion and learning. She founded, too, a school of art, where metalwork and illumination of manuscripts was taught. The finest work produced there was an illuminated book of the Gospels, which disappeared at the Reformation but which those who saw it said had no equal. Every page was most gorgeously painted, with such elaborate designs, that according to an old chronicler the colours seemed "the work of angels, not human hands," and the story arose that night after night, as Brigid prayed, "an angel furnished the designs which the scribe copied."

The fame of Brigid spread far and wide. Her city of Kildare, with its Cathedral and its school, became famous all over Europe. She was known as Patroness of Ireland and "Queen of the South": and when she died the great shrine over her tomb was visited by pilgrims from all over Christendom.

[hermanwatts]

Fantasy New Releases: 14 March, 2020

Fantasy weapons engineers, counterfeit sorcerers, and the last knight of Atlantis feature in this week’s collection of fantasy new releases.

Cirsova Magazine of Thrilling Adventure and Daring Suspense Issue #3 / Spring 2020 – edited by P. Alexander

The newest issue of Cirsova includes:

“Alpdruck!” by Michael Reyes – Clock has been dispatched to the private hell of a powerful demon–and only a being of true evil on its own path towards redemption can aid him in this deadly fight!

“The Golden Pearl” by Jim Breyfogle – After a harrowing experience in their search for Burning Fish, Kat and Mangos are determined to never be poisoned again—could a Golden Pearl be the answer?!

“Slave Girls for Sacrifice” by D. M. Ritzlin – A powerful sorceress with a bestial lover requires a blood sacrifice to complete her vile rites… Will Avok’s brawn and bag of tricks be enough to stop the witch?!

“Return of the Dark Brotherhood” by Adrian Cole – Aruul Voruum nears completion of his witchfinder training… but the remnants of Daras Vorta’s cult have worked their tendrils into the heart of Mars’ government!

…and more!

The End of All Things (The Counterfeit Sorcerer #5) – Robert Kroese

A hooded man, his face marred by a mysterious black brand, walks the Plain of Savlos. Some say he has the power to summon demons. Others say he is the only one who can vanquish them. His name is Konrad, and he has a secret….

One by one, the powers that threaten the land of Orszag have fallen. Only the demon Arnyek remains. Immortal, uncaring and unstoppable, Arnyek waits far below the ruined city of Nagyvaros for the day he is free to destroy the world.

Desperate to stop him, Konrad the Sorcerer plunges into forbidden magic and turns against those closest to him. But Konrad must learn a difficult lesson: no matter what path he takes, he cannot stop the End of All Things.

Giants of Pangaea (Lost on the Last Continent #2) – John C. Wright

Colonel Preston Lost didn’t think of himself as reckless. He believed in preparation, proper equipment, and patience in stalking the prey. But, in reality, he was not a cautious man. Having followed a spaceship into the black storm clouds above the Bermuda Triangle, he flew through a time portal to the end of days, and crash-landed on Pangaea Ultima with few supplies and no way of returning home.

Lost is a man of many talents, though, and anything should be possible for him. Having found himself in a world at war, he decides to embark on a journey to set things right. Little things like uniting the races of Man and freeing the slaves should be easy for a man of many talents, right?

But the prophecies say he is also a man of importance, and the rulers of the land are willing to do anything to get their hands on him. Having made inroads on race relations—getting a Third Man to talk to a Seventh—he just needs to find the love of his life, the Atlantean Cynisca, and free the slaves from the races of Man that don’t want to give them up.

Can Lost stay out of the clutches of the Watchers long enough to accomplish his goals, or, this time, is it possible his talents won’t be enough?

The Last Archon (Heroes Unleashed #5) – Richard W. Watts and Thomas Plutarch

The man who thought he would live forever is running out of time.

For three thousand years, Deckard Riss has been alone. Ever since his home sunk into the sea with Atlantis, he has been the last of his people. The final Atlantean knight, the last Archon.

Then fate forced an apprentice on him, and now the pair of them police the streets of Atlanta, magicians in hiding as superheroes.

Now there are whispers of Atlantis on the wind, another sorcerer at work. This unknown dark wizard sacrifices superpowered teenagers in grisly ritual suicides. And Deckard’s magic, once so easily accessed, starts slipping beyond his grasp.

If he doesn’t have his powers, he can’t stop the rending of reality to allow monsters into our world. If he doesn’t have his powers, he is nothing.

Deckard only has to hold on for another year. Just one more year, to train his apprentice to take his place, and stop the end of the world. And he’s not sure he can do it.

Will his apprentice step up to save the world, or will he drive the boy away with his secrets?

Renegade Swords – edited by D. M. Ritzlin

If you constantly crave tales of swashbuckling heroics and fiendish wizardry, Renegade Swords is for you! Eight fantastic tales have been selected for this anthology, each of them obscure or overlooked in some way. You don’t have to explore darksome crypts to discover incredible ancient treasures—you can find them in Renegade Swords!

Stories included:

“The House of Arabu” by Robert E. Howard “Necromancy in Naat” (unabridged version) by Clark Ashton Smith “The Woman of the Wood” (previously unpublished version) by A. Merritt “The Slaughter of the Gods” by Manly Wade Wellman “People of the Dragon” by Lin Carter “The Pillars of Hell” by Lin Carter “The Rune-Sword of Jotunheim” by Glenn Rahman and Richard L. Tierney “Princess of Chaos” by Bryce Walton

Uranus (Planetary Anthology #3) – edited by Christopher Wilson

These are the stories of Uranus. Stories of new beginnings and creation. Stories of the mysterious seventh planet in our s

olar system and of the God of the sky that it was named after:

The Rising of Michael Reid, by Constantine Nakos – Michael Reid wasted his life. Now he has been given the chance to make amends. Every day he wakes up in the grave where he was buried and sets off for wherever Providence guides him.

Weather Witch of the West, by Ben Wheeler – Uranus is controlled by the Weather Witches. From their floating sky-palaces, they manipulate the weather, change the seasons and hold the lives and deaths of the countless inhabitants of the gas giants in their calculations.

Cold Heart of Ouranos, by J.D. Cowan – Underneath Ouranos lies a hidden evil forgotten by those who live in the frozen wastes and the heated city. Mysteries from the past have revealed themselves once more.

Room to Breathe, by Marina Fontaine – Home. Family. Friends. Daniel knows those words used to mean something special. But not anymore. Not for him.

…and more!

Viridian Gate Online: Insurrection (VGO: The Alchemic Weaponeer #3) – N. H. Paxton

There’s never enough time to really enjoy life, not when you’re Russian Weapons Engineer Vlad Nardoir.

Vlad has done a number of impressive things in his short time in Eldgard. He’s helped capture an Imperial fortress, defeated a corrupted demigod, and created a Crafter’s guild where all are welcome.

But Vlad’s greatest challenge is yet to come.

With a timer counting down until the Vault of Souls changes locations, leaving him completely without a lead for its resting place, Vlad will need to battle against time, a powerful hidden evil, and his own internal darkness to destroy the vault in time.

Can Vlad overcome the mighty challenges awaiting him, or will he run out of time, and be lost in his quest?

Forced Perspectives – Tim Powers

A BATTLE FOR THE SOUL OF HAUNTED LOS ANGELES

Why did Cecil B. DeMille really bury the Pharaoh’s Palace set after he filmed The Ten Commandments in 1923?

Fugitives Sebastian Vickery and Ingrid Castine find themselves plunged into the supernatural secrets of Los Angeles—from Satanic indie movies of the ‘60s, to the unqiet La Brea Tar Pits at midnight, to the haunted Sunken City off the coast of San Pedro . . . pursued by a Silicon Valley guru who is determined to incorporate their souls into the creation of a new and predatory World God.

Fantasy New Releases: 14 March, 2020 published first on https://sixchexus.weebly.com/

[candi-catastrophe]

GET IN MY BUSINESS PLEASE:

o.

The meaning behind my url: I’m just a sad bitch.

A picture of me: Look on my blog.

How many tattoos i have and what they are: 3. Moon & Words

Last time i 😢 and why: IDK

Piercings i have: Ears & Bellybutton 

Favorite band: Ghost

Biggest turn offs: Lying and cheating 

Top 5 (insert subject): ?

Tattoos i want: Too many

Biggest turn ons: Stroking

Age: 23

Ideas of a perfect date:

Life goal: Be happy 

Piercings i want: Nipples & Septum.

Relationship status: Engaged

Favorite movie: The Nightmare Before Christmas 

A fact about my life: Lots of trauma.

Phobia: Heights

Middle name: Rasheka Dara

Height: 5′4′’

Are you a virgin? No.

What’s your 👞 size? 8

What’s your sexual orientation? Bisexual.

Do you smoke, drink, or take any drugs? Yes.

Someone you miss: My Daddy.

What’s one thing you regret? Marrying Jon.

First celebrity you think of when someone says attractive: Vanessa Hudgens

Favorite 🍨? ?

One insecurity:My body.

What my last text message says: “I Love you.”

Have you ever taken a picture naked?  Yes.

Have you ever painted your room?  Yes.

Have you ever 😘 a member of the same sex?  Yes.

Have you ever slept naked?  Yes.

Have you ever danced in front of your mirror?  Yes.

Have you ever had a crush?  Yes.

Have you ever been dumped?  Yes.

Have you ever stole 💰 from a friend?   No.

Have you ever gotten in a 🚗 with people you just met?  Yes.

Have you ever been in a fist fight?  Yes.

Have you ever snuck out of your 🏠?  Yes.

Have you ever had feelings for someone who didn’t have them back?  Yes.

Have you ever been arrested?  No.

Have you ever made out with a stranger?  No.

Have you ever met up with a member of the opposite sex somewhere?  Yes.

Have you ever left your 🏠 without telling your parents? Yes.

Have you ever had a crush on your neighbor? Yes.

Have you ever ditched school to do something more fun? Yes.

Have you ever slept in a 🛏️ with a member of the same sex? Yes.

Have you ever seen someone die? Yes.

Have you ever been on a ✈️? No.

Have you ever 😘 a picture?  Yes.

Have you ever slept in until 3?  Yes.

Have you ever 💛 someone or miss someone right now?  Yes.

Have you ever laid on your back and 👀 ☁️ shapes go by?  Yes.

Have you ever made a snow angel?  Yes.

Have you ever played dress up?  Yes.

Have you ever cheated while playing a game?  Yes.

Have you ever been lonely?  Yes.

Have you ever fallen 😴 at work/school?  Yes.

Have you ever been to a club?  Yes.

Have you ever felt an earthquake? Yes.

Have you ever touched a 🐍? No.

Have you ever ran a red light? Yes.

Have you ever been suspended from school? No.

Have you ever had detention? Yes.

Have you ever been in a 🚗 accident? Yes.

Have you ever hated the way you look? Yes.

Have you ever witnessed a crime? Yes.

Have you ever pole danced? No.

Have you ever been lost? Yes.

Have you ever been to the opposite side of the country? No.

Have you ever felt like dying? Yes.

Have you ever 😢 yourself to 💤? Yes.

Have you ever sang karaoke? Yes.

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t? Yes.

Have you ever 😂 until something you were drinking came out your nose? Yes.

Have you ever slept with someone at least 5 years older or younger? No.

Have you ever 😘 in the 🌧️? Yes.

Have you ever sang in the 🚿? Yes.

Have you ever made out in a park? Yes.

Have you ever dream that you married someone? Yes.

Have you ever glued your ✋ to something? Yes.

Have you ever got your tongue stuck to a flag pole? No.

Have you ever gone to school partially naked? No.

Have you ever been a cheerleader? Yes. 

Have you ever sat on a roof top? No.

Have you ever brushed your teeth? Yeah.

Have you ever been too 😨 to watch scary movies alone? No. 

Have you ever played 🐔? No.

Have you ever been pushed into a pool with all your clothes on? No.

Have you ever been told you’re hot by a complete stranger? Yes.

Have you ever broken a bone? No.

Have you ever been easily amused? Yeah.

Have you ever 😂 so hard you 😢? Yes.

Have you ever mooned/flashed someone? Yes.

Have you ever cheated on a test? Maybe...

Have you ever forgotten someone’s name? Yes. 

Have you ever met someone who didn’t seem real? Yes.

Give us one thing about you that no one knows.What happened when I was younger.

[cathygeha]

In Golden Heart® winner Jeanne Oates Estridge’s The Demon Always Wins, sparks fly upward when fallen angel Belial comes to Earth on a mission to corrupt God's favorite. But when widowed nurse Dara Strong instantly recognizes the demon-in-doctor-disguise for the fiend he is, she kicks him out of her clinic. Hell's most successful soul-stealer won't give up so easily though. As the battle between these cosmically well-matched opponents escalates, they will learn that sometimes you have to go through Hell to claim your Heaven.

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  About The Demon Always Wins:

 Title: The Demon Always Wins

Author: Jeanne Oates Estridge

Genre: Paranormal Romance

Release Date: September 4, 2018

Publisher: Jeanne Oates Estridge

Series: Touched by a Demon

Format: Digital eBook

Digital ISBN: 9781949451009

Print on Demand ISBN: 9781949451016

 Synopsis:

 Seven short weeks. After beating his boss at the poker table, ambitious demon Belial must appease Satan, so he takes on a new bet. If he can get God’s champion to curse God, aloud and in public, within the agreed timeframe, Hell gains another soul and Belial earns a coveted promotion to chief executive demon—second only to Satan himself. The demon always wins, but this time the deck may be stacked against him.

 Seven long weeks. Widowed nurse Dara Strong is the ace up God’s sleeve. The granddaughter of famous demon fighters, Dara has no problem recognizing Belial as Dr. Ben Lyle. When the demon in doctor’s disguise he appears in her clinic, she kicks him out the door. If she can hold out against the alluring demon till the wager expires, Dara will be safe—but she already has plenty of reason to curse God, and Belial, the most successful soul-stealer in the history of Hell, is not about to give up easily.

 Belial may look heavenly, but his soul belongs to Satan. As the battle between these cosmically well-matched opponents escalates, conflict breeds passion and passion transforms into love. Caught between a victory-hungry Satan and an unforgiving God, Belial and Dara discover there may be only one way to ransom the soul of a fallen angel: sometimes you have to go through Hell to claim your Heaven.

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 Available: Amazon

  Excerpt:

Copyright© 2018 THE DEMON ALWAYS WINS

Jeanne Oates Estridge

 Dara Strong slid her credit card through the reader and waited for the gas pump to authorize her purchase. In the darkness beyond the concrete apron, crickets called sleepily from the grass.

The air was heavy with moisture and mid-September pollen. Her hay fever had gotten so bad earlier she'd taken an antihistamine, leaving her a little fuzzy-headed. On the plus side, she could smell ocean in the warm, damp air tonight.

The gas pump dinged, almost drowned out by the thunder of an approaching motorcycle. It was a Ducati, all black except for the gleaming chrome. The rider, too, was dressed in black—black t-shirt, black jeans, black boots with chains around the heels, black helmet. Even though it was night, he wore his tinted visor down. She didn't usually feel threatened by bikers—most people who owned machines as expensive as this one were lawyers or accountants—but something about the shadowy figure sent a shiver down her spine.

His t-shirt outlined every muscle in his torso. He kicked the stand down and leaned the bike on it, slinging his leg over the saddle in a move that was almost balletic in its grace. His body was so flawless it didn't seem quite human. Without raising his visor, he tugged a leather wallet from his back pocket—no mean feat, given how snug his jeans were—and slid his credit card through the reader.

He unscrewed the gas cap and pushed the button for high-octane fuel. Black fingerless gloves covered his hands, but his forearms were muscular and scattered with dark hair. He lifted the nozzle from its holder and thrust it into the gas tank. Low in her belly, something clenched.

She stared at his hands. The tautness in her belly intensified and a languor swept over her limbs. What would it be like to share a night of love with a handsome stranger, a night without responsibility or regret?

She gave herself a shake. She didn't know what that would be like, but she knew what it wasn't like: her. She didn't even date, much less share nights of passion with anonymous strangers.

It was impossible to see through his visor to tell what he was thinking, or even what he was looking at, but she knew his gaze was trained on her. Beneath his helmet, his throat was like a bronze column. He might have been an alien, come to Earth as a scout for an aggressive race.

The featureless visor remained fixed on her, and, although he didn't move, she felt him willing her closer. Come to me, he seemed to say. Let me show you pleasure beyond your wildest fantasies.

He held out a black-gloved hand and flexed his fingers. Come to me. This time, the command was unmistakable. She took a step toward him. The smell of gasoline and ocean faded away, replaced by the fragrance of petrichor—the smell of rain as it strikes hot cement—fresh and sweet, but with a faint undertone of sulfur. In the back of her mind, an alarm clanged. That smell meant something, something perilous, but she couldn't recall just what. His scent wound around her like the tendrils of a vine, drawing her to him. She took another step.

  About Jeanne Oates Estridge:

 Jeanne Oates Estridge wrote her first short story in third grade, a tale of birth-control-challenged bunnies who named their children in alphabetical order—Alice, Benjamin, Cathy, Dexter—all the way down to baby Zachary. Later that year, when given an assignment to depict what she wanted to be when she grew up, Jeanne drew herself in a floor-length, crayon-blue dress, sitting at a typewriter.

 Life has a way of handing us detours, though, and Jeanne wound up earning her degree, and her living, as a computer analyst. She continued to write at night and on weekends, but she could never quite manage to write anything that satisfied her.

 But she didn’t give up. In 2012, she returned to college to earn a Master’s Certificate in Creative Writing at the Nora Roberts’ School of Romance Writing at McDaniel College. Working under the mentorship of NYT Bestseller and former high school English teacher Jenny Crusie, Jeanne wrote a paranormal romance that went on to win the 2015 RWA® Golden Heart®.

 The Demon Always Wins, the first book of her Touched by a Demon trilogy of paranormal romances, will debut in September 2018.

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