Angel Fights Novels & Stories

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

He was powerful enough to deal with Andres. At that moment, all eyes were focused on Angus. Under the crowd's gaze, Angus strolled to the center of the battle stage and said coldly to Andres, "Show me what you got." While Angus spoke, the disciples of the Pure Yang Division subconsciously stepped back, giving them space to fight. 'Haha…' Andres squinted his eyes and looked at Angus up and down. His eyes were disdainful, but he pretended to be polite and said, "I didn't expect that you'd be the first person to come fight with me."

It was huge and powerful. Azrael’s high-ranking spirit divine wolf instantly faces the soul eater demon wolf. They both clashed and attacked each other nonstop. “Big Bro, I’m scared,” Angelo uttered while trembling and grip on Azrael’s waist tightly while Azrael also grips tightly at the back of the Flaming Lion King. He wishes he remains asleep so that he will not witness the magic world in destruction.

We return fire, taking down several enemies with precise shots. Fuck. We should’ve just used guns. They're more convenient. I’m sure the cops will show up soon, but it won't be a problem with my power and position now. I don’t give a fuck. Angel uses his dual pistols to wipe out enemies on the left while Jack lands crushing punches and kicks to the ones on the right. They are my two wings. I love them. "I'm almost in position!" Angel yells above the gunfire. "Hold on there, guys," Jack shouts as he dodges the barrage.

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

Emlyn says, stepping up next to Reagan. “I don’t like these odds,” Alpha Rich says. “We weren’t going to win anyway. It’s basically four on three if you add Maeve’s spell into the mix,” Cayd says. “We could make it an even four on four,” Angel begins. “NO!” all four men say, making her chuckle. “Show them that you are your father’s daughter, Reagan,” Angel says, and I can hear the confidence and pride in her voice. “With pleasure, mother,” Reagan says.

Rivals fell before him like wheat before a scythe, his massive wolf form cutting through the enemy ranks with terrifying efficiency. *"This is why they call him the most powerful Alpha-to-be,"* Taylor murmured beside Isla, her voice a mixture of pride and reverence. Angelina fought with a completely different style. Where Liam was a thunderstorm, she was a silent predator. Her silver-blonde wolf moved with cat-like grace, almost dancing between opponents. Each strike was elegant, precise—a surgical removal of threats that seemed almost choreographed. She would slip between enemies, disable with a perfectly placed bite or claw, then move on before they could even register the attack.

“We’re taking the fight to them.” Killian rubbed his wrists, wincing as he stood. “You sure about that? They’ve got numbers.” “And we’ve got something they don’t,” Lucian replied, his eyes locking onto mine. “Her.” I blinked, caught off guard. “Me?” Lucian straightened, stepping closer. “You’re not just a target, Angel. You’re a fighter. They don’t expect that. We use it.” My chest tightened, a strange mix of pride and fear swelling inside me. He wasn’t wrong—I’d held my own back there, even against Ragnar. But this? This was bigger than a skirmish in the woods. This was war.

Frosty swamp water spurted when the edges of her right wing hit the murky swamp floor instead of piercing Angelo like a shish-kebab. “Woops! You sure are aggressive, woman!” Angelo twirled, finding the balance between his body and his wings as he made sure to fold his wings. The short curls that riddled his head swayed midair, covering his line of vision for a split second. Oops! I miss – or not. The reflection that Angelo glimpsed on the swamp’s murky waters was the image of Maleficent’s glowering emerald orbs – as if she won. On cue, the left wing which he forgot that existed struck his right shoulder from behind, earning Maleficent a grunt from Angelo.