Angel Devil Novels & Stories

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.

Questions and exclamations filled the air, and Angel struggled not to cringe under the scrutiny of the entire pack. Why couldn't I have just controlled myself? she asked herself. She was surprised when Layon ignored the pack and wandered over to nuzzle his snout into her cheek, offering her a lick before he turned and began to shift back into his human form. Fearful of their gazes, Angel remained in wolf form, pressing herself against Layon's bare leg even as he addressed the pack. "Angel Hale is the traitor's daughter no more! She is my mate, the mate of the next pack alpha!"

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

Elise hesitated to trust her kindness. She was afraid she was being fooled by a devil disguised in an angel’s halo and pair of wings. After all, devils were once angels trusted by the heavens before they flooded the earth with sinful desires. There wasn’t much of a difference between their attractive appearances. However, Elise had no time to ponder about which of the two the woman was. She had no choice but to accept her kindness in order to protect her babies.

Alexa wouldn’t do something this stupid. She was smart and coordinated. It was someone else. “Turn around, Elliot.” I could tell what it was by the sound of that beautiful voice. “Wow. I never thought an angel would visit me. It’s an honor, really.” “I’m an Angel. A messenger of the Lord.” “I know who you are. Since angels have a good memory I’m sure you know we’ve met before. You’re Liam Javeline?” “And you are the devil.”

“I can't even scare a pathetic mortal. No one takes me seriously anymore, not until I'm hovering over their deathbeds about to chop their souls in two.” “You definitely scare me. But you're the Angel of Death.” “Which means what?” “You can't do anything to me unless I'm about to pass over. You're not the Angel of Murder, so you can't kill me; you're not the Angel of Crippling Disability, so you can't seriously maim me-” “It's idiotic sentiments like yours that drive me to drink.” “Fine! Enlighten me then, why don't you?” He grinned like a shark. “I am the Seducer and Destroyer, the Poison of God. And that, dear maggot, is all you need to know. Now make yourself useful and go get me a

"Shit, Fiorella, what have you done to me? "Shit, Fiorella, what have you done to me? This angel descended from heaven to receive pleasure at the hands of the Devil, but it is the Devil who is falling for her charms; it is me who is getting lost in that angel's gaze.

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

“Since I heard he found his mate I've been looking for ways to get into the kingdom to see if she's still breathing or did you think he killed her already." “I think you should eat your food quietly, since you said you are bored under the sea, how about I send someone to cause trouble for your people so that you can be kept entertained for some months. " You are mean,” he said, going back to eating his food quietly." Niles Ohio and other warriors couldn't believe this childish god was one of the ruthless fallen angels.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the