Alice Angel Art Novels & Stories

Alberto was on his knees, his hands bound tight behind his back and his feet bound together. "You know you just pissed me off. It was supposed to be an easy task, just catch and kill. Now, I have to get the information out of you." She kicked him in the gut and stood up. "Not to worry, Darling. I love torture, I see it as an exquisite art." She circled him and grabbed his hair, pulling him to her. "I'm going to enjoy myself, very much." She whispered into his ear and released her hold on his hair.

making me want to rip her to bits. “I'm certain none of you here have what it takes to end a life, so I had better be on my way.” Everyone was silent. “Hello," the agent exclaimed. “Let us not waste any time, get your fucking voodoo bullshit off me.” Evelyn went closer to her. “You must think we are stupid, don't you?” The agent shrugged one shoulder. “You might not like the answer to that.” “Well, let me introduce myself to you. . . properly.” Evelyn voiced, enunciating every word. “I am Evelyn Amira Itacha, a full blooded, hundred percent b*tch filled with more magic than this planet has seen in the last eight centuries.”

Running is useless. If we fight, blood will paint the lawn, and she'll see exactly what kind of creature I really am. I don't want her to see that yet. So I cup her face with both hands and press my palms over her ears. "Close your eyes, Angel," I whisper. "Trust me. Just for a few seconds." A tear slips down her cheek. Then she nods once and shuts her eyes. I gather the demon energy coiled at the base of my spine. The air thickens, the temperature dropping.

she asked. The woman smiled and answered her, " No, but I know Blake, your husband. I'm a famous painter and he contacted me before to paint you. He gave me a picture of you and told me to paint you with wings like an angel. And you really looked like an angel in personal," she said. Evangeline cried as she held the painting of her having some wings.

“Ahh!! Wails and cries of the Gemini witches could be heard as Angelus was busy tearing their limbs apart, ripping their hearts out, pulling their hands and heads away from their bodies, and drinking their blood with no remorse in her face. The witches were defenseless against Angelus due to the fact that Angelus is a Tribrid and she was too fast for them to counter her attack with their magic. After about twenty minutes, Angelus was done with her cold-blooded massacre. Licking the blood on her fingers, she burnt the dead bodies with her magic while walking away from the woods. Meanwhile, a certain eyes could be seen watching her from afar, this eyes belonged to Rheagal, a Ten billion years

His name is Declan and he is the Alpha of the blue moon pack, his mate is Avalon and she is a Dokar witch, both are strong names so it is only befitting that their daughter gets an equally strong one. Alessia.

"A strong one." "We're done discussed about it, Papa ...." said Sabrina, that sounds like a whisper due to the exhaustion . "She is destined to be a leader, Sabby ... are you sure we should raise her as a human?" he asked, his heart ached. "Life as a werewolf is not safe anymore, moreover for a female alpha. I don't want any misfortune biting into her skin ...," she whined. "I understand ...," he said. Although deep inside his heart, he pray to the moon goddess to guide his grand daughter, that someday she will find her way to fill destiny, and bring back a bright future for their pack, Riverdale.

Elena noted with squinted brows as he pulled the wrap on the wide canvas away, and pressed a button on a remote-like object beside him, turning on a concentrated light that hit directly on the canvas. Staring at a painting of herself. Elena gasped. They said art could depict the character of a person but at a single glance, she could tell that it was something more than character and more about the artist. She had spent very little time on that bed. Not as much as an hour before Zeta’s abrupt interruption. But Angel’s brush had painted the very essence of a soul. Her soul… “This… This is—“ “Breathtaking right?” Angel cut in, a smile forming on his lips. He stared at the woman looking at the

I am starting to think that they had to abandon the pack because his mother was catching on to them. “That was a very intense conversation.” Aliya says. “Yes, it was. It will be very interesting to see what is in those boxes.” I reply As I walk out of the bathroom I shut off the light. My angel is laying there on the bed. I can’t do anything but stand there and stare at her. The moonlight is shining into the room covering her in its white light. It makes her skin and hair shimmer. It makes her look like hte angel she is. I have no idea how I got so fucking lucky to have her as my mate but I did and can’t thank the goddess enough for this gift.

“Usually, yes. But with her, I don’t know. She isn’t like the others.” “No, she isn’t. But I still know a good idea when I hear it. Let’s head for my office and we can go through it and talk about it.” As Zane and Jax walked towards the stairs, Zane noticed the sign holding the drink list. At the top there was a new drink, ‘Angel’s Bliss’. At each end of the name someone had drawn angel wings and there was a halo around the capital A. Zane smiled, it was perfect. “What are you grinning about?” Jax asked.