Angel Fangs Piercings Novelas e Histórias

Saying that, she leaned my head to the side, exposing my neck. “No!” I rasped. But it was too late. She sank her fangs inside me. Another jolt of pain shot through my body as my wolf writhed in rage. Wasn't she feeling it? Angie pulled away and said breathily, “Take me now, Zeke. I want you to knot inside me. You said I would be yours after the mark. I’m ready.”

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

A dark and broody look, slightly tanned skin, ink curly hair, slight freckles on the face, bedroom gaze, and a masculine body to boot. “I was just observing the reason of my dear Nicky’s changes, and I could say, he is a fucking lucky bastard indeed.” Lucifer stood by the tree leaning his back against it while his eyes were looking straight in Zane’s direction who had her brows raised at him. “You must be his woman, Zane…. Zane Fangs was it?” He eyed her up and down and if Nicholas hadn’t told her that Lucifer likes to stare or sometimes glare at people to see if they get intimidated.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

he whispered huskily. He ran a hand along my jawline and I hissed in pain retracting from his hand. He frowned at me before he raised a hand and slapped me across the face. "For an angel, you sure are weak and pathetic. No wonder your own mate doesn't want anything to do with you. I don't even know why the guy that paid us wants you in the first place" he spat at me and walked out of the room. "You're lucky he wants you untouched and alive" one of the other men in the room mumbled.

His body jolting at each fire. And despite the ache on his shoulder, he refused to stop. “Rafael!” The voice called again, this time with a hand settling on his shoulder. The contact worked. Rafael stopped, and the place fell into silence, the only sound left was his heavy breathing. With his chest heaving, Rafael slowly turned his head. His gaze settled on Angie—a badass, short haired, young woman. She had dark ink tattoos running along her arms and piercings glinting under the dim lighting. She was staring at him with concern.

She stretched out her left hand and pointed her pinky finger, “Daddy, you have to make another pinky promise with me.” “Sure.” Henry stretched out his finger and entwined his finger with Angel’s. “Daddy, mommy and I are a family. Let‘s keep this promise for a hundred years,” Angel said lovingly. They then stamped on each other’s thumb. Angel smiled happily after they stamped. Both of her eyes were like crescents. Her pink face looked so adorable. She opened the door, walked down and waved her hands to say goodbye to her father. Henry was taken aback by Angel’s words.

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

She said making me squeeze my lips in pain wanting to see a knife right now and stab him straight in his heart. "Don't tell me you guys would keep on screaming and biting each other butt rather than talking about what she should wear as well as how she would act before his parents. Is it not our joy to plan the first engagement between us as well as wedding ceremony or do we all want to stay single forever and end up a single mother?" Angel ask making both of us go silent while I look away angrily.