Alice Angel Art Novels & Stories

I hesitated before finally sitting down, crossing my legs beneath me. Alice’s gaze flickered over each of us before she leaned forward slightly. "Before we begin, let’s start with something simple—introductions. I want each of you to tell me who you are, beyond just your name. Magic is deeply tied to identity, to the essence of who we are. So, let’s start there." “My name is Alice Stevenson,” she said, her tone measured, firm, yet strangely comforting. “I am a full witch, thirty-four years of age, and I hail from the Dahlia Coven.”

I say with a flick of my hand and the big sexy Angel is gone. I have been monitoring the witches by hologram waiting until they are on their own. I must say the younger of the two looks awful, it must have been her who broke their barrier. Her magic reserve is low, and by the looks of this she is in love with the Alpha. This makes me chuckle, silly little girl. I watched the two witches work tiersely for two hours before the Alpha leaves them in a run down cottage on the edge of his packlands. This pair of females are seriously under his spell or whatever this bullshit is.

Hi everybody! If you are reading this then either you stumbled upon this story or you decided to give this story a chance. And if you did either of them, then WELCOME! I hope you like this story! <3 SUMMARY: Angela Woodson; perky, buoyant and an innocent seventeen year old, who lives to make others smile. She's the kind of girl who can only love. She overlooks the bad in a person and always sees the good in him. She always helps others even if it be a bloody murderer.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

Angela’s POV I was on my way home when I saw an old lady selling some key chains. I walked towards her and looked at those key chains laid on an open box. “Come and buy some key chains now, young lady..” said the old lady. I smiled at her and browsed at the set of keychains again when I saw two keychains of a boy and a girl. The girl is smiling while the boy is crossing his arms and looks pissed. I suddenly remembered Lucifer. He looks exactly like this keychain. I chuckled. “Are you planning to give it to your boyfriend?” asked the old lady.

asked Erika enthusiastically. "Of course. There are also Angels selling such dresses, wing accessories and crowns!" "Wow! Angels selling? What did they buy it with? Money? Gold? Or what?" "Fresh fruit and flowers! Why do you think Angels need money for?" "Why do Angels want flowers and fruit? Do they eat fruit like fairies?" "We don't eat it. We inhale the aroma. Fresh fruit is very fragrant, as are some flowers and wild grasses!" Erika's eyes widened perfectly.

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

“If you’ve been tracking them, then you know how dangerous they are. How can we trust that you’re not one of them?” Alaric’s expression darkened. “I have no love for the Silverclaw Order. But if you need proof of my intentions, I can offer you this.” He reached into his cloak and produced a scroll, its seal marked with the serpent emblem. “This is one of their encoded messages. I intercepted it during their last operation. If you can decode it, you’ll see the truth for yourself.” Rayka took the scroll, her mind racing. “We’ll verify your claims,” she said. “But if you’re lying…”