American Angels: Baptism Of Blood Novels & Stories

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

ANGEL'S POV Angel put into her mouth the drug that was given to her by the man she had met for less than a second; in other words, the young man was still a stranger to her. But she couldn't resist his teasing and drugs. Angel didn't think anymore because, in these situations, now that she's drowning in sadness, the only thing on his mind is, How can she escape from this sadness? But no one can ever escape sadness because, with every step we take, we cannot avoid carrying this sadness.Angel swallowed it because she didn't understand when she looked into Daem's eyes.

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.

"Oh my God, Carlos...No, I didn't kill those fucking pets of my mother's....pretty sure Father did though....he just loved to blame me because I am pure evil like my Uncle." Carlos got up and came over to me and I turned to face him, feeling like I needed to punch him, but he claimed my lips and tongue, and when I tried to pull away he held me tighter. When he finally did let me go, I gripped onto his shirt, trying to catch my breath. "Maria, Baby...You are an Angel....I believe you."

Branches from overgrown bushes clawed at my arms as I darted through winding alleyways. My lungs burned. My legs trembled. But I couldn't stop. They were behind me. I could hear them. I turned a corner blindly, rain blurring my vision. And crashed into something solid. The world tilted as I collided with a broad chest. Strong arms caught me before I could fall. I looked up, gasping for breath, and froze. A man. Tall, powerful, dressed in black despite the rain. Dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, sharp, unreadable, intense.

Royal cut in and walked out of the class. Angel bit her lips hardly trying not to cry as she also left the class,she sniffs and turned to the direction leading to the dressing room. "Twinkle" she heard Christian's voice and stopped walking without looking back,Christian ran to her and came in front of her. "Are you Okay?" He touched her face and a tear dropped from Angel's eyes. Christian said nothing and just pulled her into a soft hug. "Angels don't cry" He muttered,patting her back until she was calm.

His cheeks were pale white, like he never had that rosy dust. Lucas could see the arms bandaged, his feet were covered in white too. He dragged his chair near the bed and put his face on the bed near Liam's hand, hooking their pinky fingers; he kept starring at the angelic face until he fell asleep. Liam opened his eyes to a white ceiling. He looked around, it wasn’t their home. Where was he? He could hear faint beep but at the moment his brain was overwhelmed. There was a particular stench of antiseptics and the room with all white walls.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

powerful.” She shook her head, tears clinging to her lashes. “And you wonder why Dad left. He didn’t leave because you weren’t pretty or smart—he left because you pretended to be someone you’re not. Because you wear a mask of holiness, but you’ve got poison in your soul.” Her eyes widened, tears rolling as she clutched her chest. “You can’t speak to me like this. I’m your mother!” “Am I wrong, though?” I pressed, stepping closer, my voice low and cutting. “I made a mistake,” I whispered, my voice trembling with pride and pain. “A beautiful, chaotic, unforgettable mistake. And I’ll live with it. Gladly. I’m going to be with Raul D’Amano, and no one, not even the devil himsel