Angel Diablo Novels & Stories

His eyes met mine and I could see the same shade of blue in them as Seraphine's. "You dare interfere in the Valli's family business?" I almost let out a bitter laughter at his words. "I don't recall Dante being a Valli." I spat coldly. "I'm here for him." El Diablo's eyes darkened, his gaze narrowing on me. "My men will kill you where you stand, woman." He threatened with a hiss. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Dante quickly pulled out his own gun, aiming it at El Diablo. "Don't forget about me." He said, a wicked but faint smile curling his lips.

Dante's POV The serpent had grown wings. Victor freaking Di Angelo. The bastard was a fucking pain in my side. My neck. Hell, every fucking where. I sighed heavily massaging my temple. The bastard had been the one to gun down some of my men in Guerrero. And I was sure as hell going to repay the favour. But not yet. I had a feeling the regulators from the syndicate were lurking around the corner. Waiting for some useless attempt at a clamp down. They'd love to stamp over me.

Akala ko ay bumalik na sila sa loob ng Uni? I was quietly drinking here while Videlle and Natt were talking about something, I didn't know that because I didn't know anything about what they were talking about."It's hot, damn it," I whispered and looked at the emptiness."It's cold," said Videlle, I turned to him with a frown and looked at him from head to toe "The fuck, it's like you're killing me in your brain," "You want me to tell the truth?" I asked sarcastically and raised my eyebrows at him. He moved my face away with his right hand, I immediately removed his hand from my face because of the cold.

But there was more than that. "You don't understand, Abu. It was fate!" Stephan stated. "Fate?! What do you mean?" Zanea interrupted. Stephan looked at Kram and Kram nodded his head to him, allowing him to send the message. "There is a prophecy," Stephan paused for a while and Abu could see the fear in his eyes. He sharpened his gazes at him and asked, "What is the prophecy about?" Stephan took a deep breath and braced himself, "There once a prophecy that there would be an angel who will soon mate a vampire and will bear a vampire-angel hybrid, who will multiply their lineage and will create a massive war among all creatures and all will fight for life and death."

"You want me to leave?Come on, I am your sweet brother, be nicer,you dark hair devil” He looked up from his little act and found Anthonio glaring at him unimpressed. "Fine, fine," he said, raising his hands in surrender. "I'm leaving. No need to get all worked up." He turned on his heel and started to walk away. Anthonio wanted to take a step forward then Damon spoke again. “You act like she is the next Diana”. Angela never heard of that name,but whosoever that was, had a huge effect on Mr Anthonio ,she could feel his hands shaking after that statement.

We were sitting inside Deena's living room, and I'd spent the last two hours telling her everything. The festival. The hotel. Emilio. Ophelia. And most importantly...Azrael. When I finally told her who Angel really was, Deena stared at me for almost thirty seconds. “So wait...your Mr. Angel is the Azrael Valchini?!” I nodded, taking a sip of wine. “You've heard of him?” “Girl! Who hasn't! He's like one of the richest men in the world right now thanks to some tech software program.” Now that surprised me. With everything that's been going on, I hadn't had the chance to do a full background check on him. So he's also a tech genius?

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.

💮Third Person💮 Luca chased after Angel as she stormed out of the house, grabbing her wrist gently once they were outside. Tears streamed down her face, her sobs raw and heavy. “Angel,” he called softly, his voice laced with concern. She cried harder, her voice breaking. “Luca, I’m sorry. Are you—” “Ashamed of you?” He finished, lifting her chin to meet his gaze. “You really don’t listen, sis. I could never be ashamed of you, but….” Her eyes searched his, waiting for him to continue, her breath hitching. “I know I’m nothing compared to Raul Favio D’Amano,” Luca said, his tone firm, “but when it comes to my sister, I won’t let anyone hurt her. So do me a favor and tell that m

“Do not worry. April will be taken care of. You did good, baby brother. Maybe saved the world last night. Happiness should be easy now.” His finger lifts again. “Go on. Press the button. Let us watch the fire together. Like old times.” The answer comes steady. “You do it. Killing ends here.” A shrug. No argument. The button is tapped. Smoke floods the screen almost instantly. Flames roar up, bright and hungry. Bodies vanish behind heat and fire. Turning away feels impossible. “I have a pathologist ready,” Abel says softly. “He will swear that body down there is yours. The chopped pieces, I mean. Diego becomes Diablo. You walk free. Poetic.”

“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.