Alice Angel Art Novels & Stories

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

“She’s Angel.” The room stilled. Angel. The word seemed to hover in the air, sinking into every heart. It felt right. More than right—it was perfect. She was their miracle, their savior in the darkest storm. Alisia’s lips trembled as she whispered it aloud. “Angel…” Her hand pressed over her chest. “Yes. She’s our Angel.” Xavier’s eyes softened, the sharp edges of his soul melting away. He placed his hand over Alisia’s, his voice steady and proud. “Angel Knight.” His gaze swept across the room. “Our little bundle of joy.”

“Infinity Poison Resistance! Infinity Protection! Infinity Divine Power!” Alice looked at Azrael and the unconscious Angelo at the back of the Flaming Lion King and also cast a spell to protect them from the poisonous smoke. She pulled Azrael and kissed him. Then she said, “Azrael, stay above the ground with Angelo. Fly upward with your spirits and don’t step on the ground unless I say so. Stay away from the devil slime, okay?” Azrael frowned, and his forehead creased. He was about to react when Alice looked at him seriously. He sighed and nodded. Then he got in the back of the Flaming Lion King with Angelo, then flew higher. He could see what was happening below him.

He finished as he sat at the table. “The prophecy stated that hybrid would be powerful. Angelica is an exception, though.” Aleister said after he drained the blood bag and moved on to the second. “How so?” Asked Devon with a confused look on his face. “She is even more powerful. She is not just a wolf-vamp hybrid. She is also the daughter of a witch, a grand white witch to be exact.” Alester explained before draining the blood bag in his hands. “Is this human blood?” Aleister asked Astra as he licked his lips.

By early afternoon, I found myself wandering toward the gallery wing where Angel had begun setting up a small studio of her own. The door was ajar, soft music drifting out. I paused in the doorway, observing unnoticed as Angel stood before a blank canvas, brush in hand, expression uncertain. She wore jeans splattered with paint and a loose shirt that had slipped off one shoulder. Her hair was pulled back in a messy knot, tendrils escaping to frame her face. She looked beautiful. And terrified. "You won't know until you start," I said quietly.

I’ve looked it over the time we’ve been here and worked out the kinks and loops, and found out how to make it possible for Lucas to activate and deactivate the spell without our need to be there. “I gave them the message.” Angel says in the workroom, not looking at me. I in turn also keep mixing my ingredients for the artifact we’re making. “And?” “And we got a visit from the Moon Goddess, dammit.” She snaps, making me sigh. Why on earth would the Moon Goddess visit them unless what I shared with her was something.. No, not going there. “What did she say?” I’m trying very hard to sound casual, and keep working to hide my shaking hands. It’s serious to a whole other degree if the Moon Goddess

On the far end of the page, a bird soared high with a ring of fire placed around one of it's legs. There weren't any spell written on this one, and that intrigued me even more. There wasn't any words on this particular artist's impression, and that clear meant something. Channelling spells weren't easy to come by, in fact my mother used to tell me that no living witch in other parts of the world could perform that.

I paused sharing a look with Angela who seemed to have understood my situation. "Yes we should be on our way home" Angela backs up She nods trying to figure out something between me and Angela. A call came through Angela's phone compelling her to excuse herself. I let out a curse under my breath. "I don't know what Sage or any of the Mickleson's saw in you to have you into their family or their pack but you don't belong ther" she snarled her eyes glistering with hate almost like she wasn't the same person feigning sweetness a while ago.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

And then he greets the alpha and the family. I hug and kiss everyone, and as I get into the helicopter, a voice I know so well calls out to me. - Angel. Lilith POV My creator is tired of seeing me in the skies, looking for humans to tempt. He wants me to stop making strife and spoiling marriages. It was for that reason that he tricked me into making a pact. Either I destroy the Moon Goddess' plan and end the future she has in store for the Lycan Moon Pack, or I will live on, trapped in the gates of hell.