Angel Blade Supernatural Novels & Stories

How lovely it would be to own this bodyguard as her dirty little secret that will serve her whenever she needs it? Mandela was fine, but when they had sex, it was as if he was thinking of someone else… presumably, his dead wife, and that put a whole dullness to it. She needed someone young and vibrant… Sebastian Damon. Isabella would make sure that the young man only thought of her when he was done with his contract, and he would worship the ground she walked on. Isabella was an expert in seducing and breaking men, and Sebastian would be a challenge, but she would eventually break him and make him fall madly in love and lust for her.

Inches from her the angel let out a bone-chilling scream which immediately summoned a tempest of wicked, barbed fire arrows that soared from the gloomy dark skies into the battlefield, they ssizzledizzledizzled before hitting their targets, killing Augustine's men in an instant. Mountains of magma-red blood sprayed into the air, It was butchery, almost like a scene out of one's worst nightmare At lightning speed before Augustine could react Ciara stretched her left hand towards Augustine's face blasting him with a light beam that sent him flying, and crashing against the ground. "You still lack the power to stop me, King Augustine Van Helsing," She said with a triumphant smirk moving towards

I continued, “If you and my brother are fucking, I swear I will have your blood on my hands. I’ve killed hundreds of people before, you’ll just be another one of them. You should never long to see me angry, ever?” Angel started shaking at the mention of me killing people. She struggled letting her sobs come out, I was still blocking her windpipe. She was on the brink of collapsing, so I let her go. I'm not planning to kill her, at least as of yet. I watched her grasp for air, holding her throat. After she balanced the oxygen in her body, she started wailing. “If you don't open this door now Ace, I'm going to break it. Leave Angel alone, it's not her fault!” Luis mumbled, still fighting a los

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.

The position, the timing, the angel, and every other factor must work against the opponent, is what they must watch out for. ~SCRREAAAACCCHHH The Angel wailed in anguish at this moment. At the top of her lungs, she shrieked. Her expressions could not be more repulsive. However, something began to shift that alarmed Colt and Creed. She had absolutely lost her cool. The angel's hair began to turn crimson, and a ghastly aura enveloped around her. A cataclysm rhythm erupted, breaking their rhythm. The next second, the giant mustered all of her strength and brutally thrashed Creed with the hit of her sword, sending him 12 meters up in the air. Creed clutched his dagger but the impact was just too

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

She stands up and tackles a staggering Foxy to the ground once more. It’s when I see the glint of the knife in Angel’s hand that time seems to stop. I watch as she raises the knife in her hand, screaming, with tears streaming down her face as she brings it down when she tackled from the side. The knife flies from her hand and Blaze has her in his arms as she fights him, sobbing and crying.

‘Johnny Depp… in his 30’s’ Angel gulped. He was a fan. ‘This man would be popular with the ladies.. what with his good looks and voice..’ And the stranger's eyes. ‘Silver…’ Molten silver. Angel had never seen anything like it. It was magnetic. It could suck your soul in and get hypnotized into doing carnal things. The man was a living, breathing sin incarnate! He shook the cobwebs away from his mind. ‘Shut up Angel! Think of other things! Think of literally anything else!’

Our parents’ wolves charge over as rogues charge toward Angel. The chaos erupts quickly. I stand up, healed briefly from the momentary break, as I race toward Angel, but she's taken down almost six rogues as she fiercely fights the rest, drinking their blood. I realize whatever she shifts into feeds on blood. Seeing she's good on her own, I shift back to human, fighting at blurring speed, interceding whenever a rogue tries to sneak on her. As the fight goes on, the rogues that have been charging toward the mansion slow, uncertainty rippling through them.