Angel And The Outlaw Novels & Stories

I spat. _____________ Third POV: Leyla, Angel’s wife, was considered a rogue since she renounced and fled the Blood Moon Pack. Rogues have a distinctive smell when they no longer belong in a pack. Their scent is described as an old dumpster or rotten eggs. _____________ “It’s funny how you’d think I would stay. I left for MY baby, Angel. You’ll never see her.” She smirked. “At least I know I left her in good hands in a peaceful environment, receiving the love she needs, you know…the type of love you know nothing about. You never deserved me, so what makes you think you deserve her? I don’t understand why the moon goddess fated me to you…you worthless piece of cra—”

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

The Angel's eyes were not seen no more, only his evil smirk for he covered it with his hood again. "You are a liar," he grunted. "You all are!" he flashes a smile. "I am going to be waiting for all of you, watching you. And either what you'll accomplish, you will fall in an awful adventure." Amorivia didn't know what to feel. The Angel has been gone for quite some minutes now but her legs were still soft. What if she chose to be with him? Will those lonely eyes of him be replaced with something? And when she gets back to the Lost boy, should she tell him that what she thought was Peter is the Angel?

Colt's federal contacts, familiar now with exactly this pattern of careful, negotiated defection, moved quickly once Elaine's cooperation became clear, and within a month, the modest but genuine criminal architecture she had spent three years rebuilding had been fully dismantled, its assets seized, its remaining personnel either arrested or, in several cases, offered their own careful paths toward legitimate rehabilitation. Sloane found herself, on a crisp autumn afternoon nearly two months after Elena's rescue, standing once again among the orchard trees, now mature and heavy with their own established rhythm of seasonal harvest, watching her daughter Marisol chase fallen leaves with the pa

Mathew gave her an apologetic glance. "Listen to him. It's dangerous out here, especially for a female," Mathew said and followed his father. Nadia waited for them to give her enough gap before hurrying after them. A few minutes later, she stopped short as she saw about a dozen half-men, half-beasts, tackling Angel who was in full human form. She gasped, then quickly used her hand to cover her mouth. She thought Angel looked quite a mess! He was covered in blood and scratches. His clothes were torn but yet he stood strong. She waited with bated breath praying her uncle put a stop to the madness before the creatures seriously hurt Angel.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

His little words made Damian to smirk. "Let me tell you then, the villainess was left in a Bull's stable helpless and vulnerable along with a Bull which was drugged with asphordiac. You do know what would happen if a naked person was left alone with a drugged bull, she was left tied up in such a position that the bull has only thing in mind. The thing you tried to do with the woman earlier." Now the man was sure that he is going to regret for not getting shot by the gun like his friends earlier.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Angel and I together, managed to convince her brother-in-law, Enzo Josiah, to set Anna free, and they opted for a divorce. So my wife has someone to call blood family and hang out with. In fact, they go to Buffalo once in a while to visit Stephie. I felt a light tap on my shoulder, awakening me from my world of deep thoughts. I was startled. “You scared me, Angel.” I complained, sitting up straight. Angel threw her weight on the sand next to me and crossed her legs. Her tender gaze shifted from my face to the golden sunset she’s been showering under. “Who would have imagined?” She commenced, grinning. Her glare became more deep and layered as she spoke.

“Feel that? Your rival bloodline makes you stronger. You were born to stand beside me. Elara can’t have me.” Suddenly the cave entrance darkened. Elara stood there, eyes wide with shock and hurt. “Seven… what is this?” Angel’s wolf surged. She looked back at Seven, still impaled on his cock. “Tell her.” Seven didn’t pull out. He kept slow, deep thrusts, his knot starting to swell as he looked Elara in her eyes. “Elara, the alliance is off. I claimed Angel the night I saved her. She’s my true mate. Her bloodline… it’s the lost rival line. Together we end the old wars for good.”