Alice Angel Art Novels & Stories

I say, throwing my hands up in frustration; you'd think I'd be desensitized to this topic by now. "You can command the angel armies," Aylin says as if that's all the answer I need. I give her a bored look, and she sighs. "Vampires and angels conspired a couple months after your birth; that was how vampires made it to the underworld, to my castle. Silas and Jeremiel made a deal. Jeremiel wanted Father's head mounted on his wall, so he lent parts of his army to Silas after Silas promised his death in return for the use of a portion of Jeremiel's armies." she pauses for a moment, making sure we're all following along.

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

If he was going to kiss me while the girls were asleep just to uphold an image, then he could get his damn face painted. The artist’s eyes widened as he looked at Alaric. “Wait, aren’t you... Alpha Alaric?” Alaric gave a slight nod. “Yes.” The artist’s face lit up. “It’s an honor! I’ll make sure your designs are perfect.” The girls giggled as the artist began to paint delicate butterfly patterns on their cheeks, the colors shimmering under the fairground lights. When it was my turn, I sat patiently as he replicated the design, adding a few extra sparkles across my cheeks and nose. I actually really liked the design, and the girls said it made me look like a fairy princess.

Raven went on with the ritual. A dagger was pointed below Angelica's neck. The mercy that was once in Raven's eyes has ran away from him. Raven was now in his completely demon form. His inky hair grew more longer as it poured down messily over his face, spreading above his shoulders. His eyes became red and his nails lengthened. The dagger was used to slit Angelica's throat. The flaming eyes of Lucifer was shot closed as he prevented himself from seeing the scene. Blood profusely came out from the slitted part. The blood made it's way into the bowl mixed with the incense. The blood sent into the incense made every dead creature and paintings on the wall begin to move. All sarcophagus were op

Alice jokes, trying to lighten the mood. Alisha clenched her fists, annoyed by his misplaced pride. "Angel, how about giving me a chance? I can make your life better than you ever imagined," Alice said, swallowing hard. ‘He's already made my life a living hell. What more does he want to do?’ Alisha thought to herself. "I swear, Angel, I can give you anything. You'll be happy with me, things you've never had in your life, you'll get them without even thinking twice," Alice offered.

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

"Although I think wherever Bella is, there will always be danger." "Indeed," Angel replied, and I looked at him with a frown. "Don't look at me like that; your sister is a beautiful being, but a dangerous one." "Well, I do not respond; she tends to be unpredictable—" "That doesn't define her," Glenda interrupted before walking away. Then Angel stood next to me and stared at the table, and I noticed they were all doing the same thing. Alice was a newcomer, young, pretty, and didn't fit what was being asked for here: experience or knowledge. She lacked both, but she made up for it with commitment.

Seeing the pretty woman with fiery red hair and light violet eyes with that particular flirty mole under her lower lip at the edge of her corners, Alice paled. Although she was a very attractive woman despite her age, just as she was beautiful, she was also dangerous when she got angry. "M-Master Jainal" she spoke with a trembling voice. "Alice, I hope you have a good excuse to skip your art class for thirty minutes." "W-Well actually I do…" She couldn't tell her that she had forgotten that she had a class with her because fascinated with Alucard, that day she didn't care about anything at all since early she had simply dressed up and prepared to see Alucard and completely forgotten his agen

Alice explained. Looking at the picture, Denise saw a little girl with black hair and blue eyes wearing a pink dress. Above her head was a rainbow, and in the corner above it was a little angel with blond hair and dark eyes. “What a beautiful drawing, Alice. Is it from some cartoon you watched?” she asked, a tear running down her face. She didn't know why, but something about that drawing touched her deeply.