Angel Alquiza Novels & Stories

The room was a bit uncomfortable and tense for her mental health. Angela took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She was about to open her mouth when Antonio started. "She is from a small town…a teacher…. she loves children that's why she choose that path,her favourite colours are purple..sky blue and white, she loves eating tacos and sushi,pizza not really, her most important thing in the world is family..she is allergic to bees and has little alcohol tolerance, she once had a pet ,a dog named Arthur,do you need more?"

Just then, Angel rushed in. I choked on my saliva, my pupils dilated. “An…Angel, what are you doing here? I…I…mean, you are…up?” I squeaked. “Hey sis!” She muttered cheerfully, strutting towards me with her hands wide open. “I'm really sorry about your miscarriage!” She whispered softly into my ear as we embraced. I swallowed hard before responding with a thanks. She was supposed to be with Luis, not up and running with Ace. And if Ace reclaimed her, where was Luis? I wondered rhetorically.

The only makeup she's wearing is mascara, giving her a naturally sultry look that I've always envied. The limo starts moving, and the partition goes up, effectively blocking Mike from eavesdropping. Janice passes around shot glasses and opens a bottle of tequila. "To the most epic birthday night ever. Even if we can't go to Club Zero, Oasis is still incredible." She fills my shot glass to the brim, and I down it, feeling the unpleasant burn in my throat. Oasis is the domain of all living creatures in the magical world and humans. But of course, we don’t know if we’re vibing with humans, not hunters.

I need answers from him before anything else can happen and for that to happen I need to keep my calm. "Look at me," I command, my Alpha tone coming out firm. Alberto's head flies up until his eyes are directly on mine. "Alpha, please, let me explain." He sounds off. The Alberto I know is always a happy soul, the heart of any party, so seeing him like this is throwing me off. Then again, the Alberto I know wouldn't betray his pack or Alpha, so what do I know?

The silence stretches, every second a torturous reminder of the power he holds. His gaze drifts to Salazar. “Who exactly are you?” Salazar’s face hardens, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “Felipe Salazar,” he says with a gleam of defiance, his voice rich with irony. “Perhaps you know me better as ‘El Cuervo.’”

The room was a bit uncomfortable and tense for her mental health. Angela took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. She was about to open her mouth when Antonio started. "She is from a small town…a teacher…. she loves children that's why she choose that path,her favourite colours are purple..sky blue and white, she loves eating tacos and sushi,pizza not really, her most important thing in the world is family..she is allergic to bees and has little alcohol tolerance, she once had a pet ,a dog named Arthur,do you need more?"

"Your father is about to take the stage." The massive braziers surrounding the central platform dim, leaving only a pale beam of silver light cutting through the grand chamber. Magnus Andersen steps into the light, his grand cello rested between his knees, the polished wood reflecting the moonbeams. The entire assembly of pack elders and warriors goes dead silent. He wears the formal leather and silver armor of the Andersen Silverclaw Royal Pack, the neck left bare to show his dark Alpha mark. My breath catches in my throat. Even after all these years, after every battle we fought to secure our place at the head of the Great Packs, the sight of him undoes me completely.

I can't lose my angel! *************************

Luciano’s POV "I need a status report on the eastern border, and I need it now," I barked. Staring at the phone in my hand felt like a weakness, but I could not look away. Karlos had sent another photo of Alanza. In the image, she looked worn out. Her cheeks were flushed from a workout, and stray hairs stuck to her forehead with sweat. She was not wearing her glasses. She had stopped using them two days after leaving the hospital, claiming they made her world look like a smear of colors.

But in the end it killed us both. Alvaro Santiago was my next love. He was a strong supporter of Queen Regent Maria Christina and subsequently Queen Isabella during the Carlist wars in Spain. When Isabella was overthrown Alvaro lost his head and I was alone once again. After that I made my way to England and eventually made my way to Canada and the United States.