Angel De La Luz Novels & Stories

I only imagined what was going to happen if I told him the truth. I was grateful that I agreed to cover my face with a veil because I couldn’t have been able to withstand the eyes all gawking at me. My eyes were directly stapled on Antonio Luca, Aka The dark Angel of merciless death. I don’t know why he was named that, but people did.

I just prayed that their souls would find peace. ***** ANGEL I had worked my ass off to master the sunlight that I had control over. It was not the easiest thing to control, but it was worth the hours of practice. Elle had also been really helpful when it came to teaching me ways to weaponize it. It was kind of funny that we both held weaponizable light. Mine from the sun, hers from the moon. One special move that my mates and I utilized was combining the shadows and light together. It was really damn effective. My light could travel along the shadows without harming it. Imagine a shadow being turned from simply restraining someone to restraining them while the light destroyed them.

The only things that match exactly are the two machetes in leather scabbards hanging from their waists. Lights is the oldest male Miracle, born the day after Radar. His real name is Javier. He’s a slender guy of Mexican descent, just a couple inches taller than me, with olive skin and longish black hair he keeps cut short in the front to keep it out of his yellow-gold eyes. His eyes were dark brown until his Power appeared several years ago, when they turned golden. His Power, as his nickname suggests, is light. He can create balls of light with either hand, or shoot a beam of light from his eyes. As he’s gotten older, he’s learned to control the size and the brightness of the balls and beam

Lawrence watched as the man peeked between his fingers and burst into a pillar of flame. All around the cenote, the Mayans stared at Daniel. And one by one, his brilliance set them ablaze. Soon a bright ring of fire lit up the jungle, lit up everyone but Lawrence . Ix Cuat! Noah reached for her. His glow made Lawrence scream out in pain, but even as she felt as if she were on the verge of asphyxiation, the words tumbled from her mouth. Youre glorious. Dont look at me, he pleaded. When a mortal sees an angels true essence, then--you can see what happened to the others. I cant let you leave me again so soon. Always so soon--

it was an excellent trap design to arrest him. Angel Liticia is a fictional character. It's a serious situation. This is the first time I've ever experienced a dream like this. Don't worry, my Lord, I'll explain everything to you in the morning.

At least for a moment. At that point, the god seemed to prove that he was real and alive because the sudden light of the dark sky here stopped the ships approaching the great gate of hell. Everyone turned even me. Everyone looked up. Wondering and asking. But when whoever carried the light appeared, everyone was dazzled except for my gradual smile. The light was coming from Saint Archangel. An angel of death.

"You took a job making deliveries, and now you're working as a cleaner? Are you trying to piss me off? You, of all people, Celia?" Emma exclaimed, her voice so loud that it drew gazes from those around us. Even the lemon-flavored water in the glass she was holding shook a little.

Isabella POV "Señor López and Señor Lucas, meet my lovely wife, Isabella." Justin introduced me, his hand gently resting on my lower back. They both appeared to be in their late thirties, exuding a vibrant Mexican aura. "I'm López." The first man spoke, bowing slightly and extending a hand. "It's an absolute pleasure to make your acquaintance, Señora Martínez." I placed my hand in his, feeling a gentle kiss on my knuckles. "The pleasure is mutual." I replied warmly.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"