American Angels: Baptism Of Blood Novels & Stories

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

"It's okay...he knows." I looked around at my surrounding. The chapel is very simple but what was interesting was the stained glass at the altar. There were angels but no cross or any image of God or Mother Mary. The angels looked so alive that they frightened me. I turned at the priest, who was watching me with curious eyes. "What do you think of our chapel, Samantha?" The priest gently smiled at me. "Strange..." I said automatically. "We have a different religion. We believe in God, but we also worship angels. We are what they call Angels Children. Our purpose was to serve the angels. We deliver their messages and act on their behalf if necessary."

Three Slaughter butterflies flew around her as she walked towards the headmaster’s office. A hundred pairs of eyes looked maliciously at her. The depravity they gave off engulfed her, but tough luck, she was the daughter of Beelzebub. Like what her father said, demons fed off from negative emotions. No matter what world they belonged to, they ostracized Maleficent for the death of ‘Angelo’, the guardian angel Gabriel’s son. But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble.

WIth that he turned back to the computer screen and weent back to work. Amaris turned and walked out and went back down to the kitchen. A beautiful dark haired woman with bright green twinkling eyes was standing at the counter with a platter full of sandwiches in front of her. “Hi I’m Angel.” She says holding out a hand to Amaris. “You must be Lyle’s Mate.” Amaris shook her hand “I’m Amaris. It’s nice to meet you.” Amaris mind linked Anna “Why is everyone here saying that. Is there something that I am missing?” Anna looks at Amaris thoughtfully. “Well, honestly you smell different lately. I am not sure what it is. Maybe it is that since you have found your mate, whether you are marked and ma

“Blood, is the symbol of life and death, love. Angelic beings, as us. Don’t have blood, we don’t need it. Because we don’t eat, don’t drink, and hardly sleep. Now, given the blood.” Azreal’s eyes flashed dangerously. “Only if the blood was given freely, is dangerous.” His eyes flashed, making Ava became scared. “I turns us, there is never a proper term to called. But it's never good to be it.” Ava never thought that she would be scared. Not by anything that Azreal had ever talked about. She wanted to cry. But she couldn’t. Not in front of Michael the archangel. The man in charge of the clean up of what was happening in Spokane, Washington.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

He tried to get the words out. The truth dawned on the women. "Dios del mayo tiene misericordia," Marguerite softly intoned while rocking Angel in her arms. May God have mercy...she said in English and then again in Spanish while tears flowed down her cheeks. Monroe was a son to her. Angel's head shook back and forth before she closed her eyes and lay still within the older woman's embrace. Zach walked to the bed and took Angel's cool hand in his, but she didn't open her eyes. He lifted her fingers to his mouth and kissed the back of the delicate skin, breathing in her scent, needing her touch. She offered no resistance and showed no outward sign that she knew he was there.

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.