Angel Chloe Novels & Stories

The death needle bounced to the ground, useless! "You underestimate me, Emperor," Chloe said coldly, stepping forward through the pool of blood and the remains of the dragon's life force. "I am not just a womb protected by a giant monster. I am the brain that holds the chain on that monster's neck pure." Instantly, Alexander Sterling, who had finished eliminating all the pure ninja commanders, landed with a loud bang right at the Chloe's side. Its bloodied wolf snout grinned viciously at the Emperor's palanquin.

I flick my eyes over my shoulder, indicating I needed help with the person at the door. "Hi." She says, holding back a chuckle and looking over my shoulder. "I'm Cleo." She pushes me behind her with one hand, blocking Angel's view of my lower half. She brings her hand back around to shake hands, smiling. I glance down and realize she's having to hold my shorts up on her hips with one hand. "Mm. I'm aware." Angel looks her up and down, pointedly ignoring Cleo's outstretched hand. I feel my wolf growling inside, angry at the blatant disrespect towards our mate.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

I turned toward the stairs, my head throbbing again. “Drake,” she called after me, her voice desperate. “You need her! She will protect you, that’s what the prophecy says Drake I paused on the landing. The image of Angel, alone and terrified in that guarded hotel room, flashed through my mind. She was a writer. She was a daughter. She was exactly what this cold, dead house needed to burn it down. “Then prepare the paperwork,” I said, without turning around. “For the wedding with Bianca?” grandma asked, hope lifting her voice into a high, thin trill.

“Reject her and leave her alone, Aaron. — She's my partner! — And look at all the pain you put her through! She didn't deserve it! — he shouted back. —She was almost killed by that bastard! You failed to protect her! He looked at me. — Reject her or don't bother looking for her again...alpha. He turned and walked away. Chloe I sat in a beautiful meadow. The summer breeze blew through my hair. In front of me was a huge lake, shining under the bright moon. I recognized the lake. That's what I thought when I transformed for the first time. What I saw in my dreams. Was this a dream? “You're awake, young lady,” a sweet voice called to me from across the lake. A beautiful woman with porcelain skin

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

“You promised me you wouldn't be gone for more than a week.” Something softened briefly in Chloe’s hard expression. But it disappeared just as quickly, replaced by her iron mask. “The sisters of the Angiel?” Dylan asked, his voice filled with curiosity. Chloe nodded once, a sharp movement. “Loyal to the dragon clan until the end,” she said. “An elite group of women with no magical powers… but we can certainly kick ass when required.” I believed her without hesitation. She didn’t need magic. Everything about her presence already said enough.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

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.

The couch to the side wall didn't look like anyone had laid on it either which meant Angel hadn't returned since he left after his bath the previous night. She got up and went to have her bath and brush her teeth. When she opened the wardrobe to see if there was something she could wear, she found a pair of denim trousers with a black shirt. She quickly wore them and found her way down the stairs. The smell of fresh coffee assailed her. And as she got to the stairs landing leading to the foyer, her eyes settled on the back of a tall, dark-hair lady standing very close to Angel. The two were oblivious to her presence and the lady was pouring coffee into a cup Angel was holding, and at the sam