Ella_Dominic23

**For Every Princess dreams of a prince charming who will sweep her off her feet. It was different for Azrael. It was a nightmare.**

Having been married seven times, Azrael lost her husbands on the night of her weddings. Nobody knows how or why the young men died. It becomes a mystery and the king, her father keeps it a secret.
When she clocks twenty, the king decides to arrange a ball that can bring all the princes of the world to his court. Then, he would choose a groom for his daughter.

Azrael is scared to marry again…  Dark clouds are hovering around her roof. She must not invite a young man in. However, she must send those souls!

He…Azriel is the true heir to the throne of Akkad. After the brutal killing of his parents, he runs and seeks refuge in the land of Genasi. Many years later, he has master the sword and the desire to kill his enemies grows stronger. He demands revenge and justice. He is stopped when he meets her, capturing her to satiate his maddening thirst for blood.

 But it is just the beginning. For her existence is his destruction.
Book cover not mine....credit goes to the golden hands that created such a beautiful work.

The Demon In Guise: Send Me Those Souls

Azriel stood still. He could hear the crowd chanting his name as if he was a god. They were happy that he defeated the guy. Heather told him to act weak or people might suspect his strength.


The man took advantage of him. He broke his nose as if it was an egg. He wiped the blood again and he looked up.


He let his anger get to the other side of him. His opponent was gone now. Only then, he did realize what he did. The man was supposed to be alive. The rule of the game was to keep each other alive no matter what.


He looked in the direction of the Princess to the disappointment on her face but he could not see her face. Ember was happy that he won. She was clapping.


Azriel was impressed but he would have been at ease if Azrael stood as well. But does it matter? She was the emperor's daughter. How will she stand for a low-class man like him?


A Wind Genasi.