Angel Ghost Novels & Stories

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

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

Her personal assistant, Augustine, is dead! Killed! And on close examination Angeline discovered that Augustine has a bite mark on his neck. “Who could have done this?.. What could have done this??" Angeline said then looked around. “I have to get out of here," she acknowledged then started running away but then from nowhere a male figure with red, blooded eyes appeared in front of her and grabbed hold of her. “Ahhhhh!" She screamed loudly. “Why are you in a hurry to leave, beautiful? The fun hasn't even started yet."

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

Marcus, the quiet guy from accounting leaned against the door, arms crossed, with a bitter smirk twisting his lips. “McAllen,” he said. “You’ve been looking real happy lately. I see you enjoy your late night with the boss.” My stomach dropped. “What the hell are you talking about?” He stepped closer, I could see the jealousy in his eyes. “ I saw you leaving the private elevator. Looking like a man whose ass has taken some cock. You’re not the first, you know. The Ghost destroys anyone who tries to get close. You’re just the latest toy.” “The Ghost?” I laughed it off, but my voice sounded shaky even to me. “Sounds like some movie legend bullshit.”

What the hell was going on with me? He stared at me with blue eyes that reminded me of the deep sea, full of darkness and secrets. It was unsettling yet captivating, and I found myself drawn to him. An impulse surged through me to trace his sharp jaw and the scar over his right eyebrow with my fingertips and press my lips against his plump ones while running my hands through his thick black hair. No one had ever stirred such feelings within me. Nicholas unlocked a part of me that I didn’t know existed, awakening a need that excited and terrified me. It was as if he held a mirror to my soul, revealing desires I’d kept buried deep. Yet there was the angel inside me that the world thought me to

Silence was present, and Rippa froze on the spot. For a moment, Angela sneezed, feeling a cold breath pumped into her lungs. Thunderstruck, lightning bolted, and a loud tons of rain assailed, and continued at full force, leaving a crimson color, sprayed through the dark sky, revealing the anger of the witches of the dark forest for invading their territory. A chirping voice cried out in anger. Angela's eyes widened in horror as they turned red, burning in flames. The lightning blasts bathed her face in a golden light and she screamed in anguish. Malison, Laney and Jelnimia watched in horror at the painting of the red face, as they screamed in silence. "Come on Laney, let's get the hell out o

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"

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

Casie: "You are joking. Right. How can I be dead? I am standing in front of you fit and fine. I don't even have any scratch on my body. How can I be dead." I replied in an angry tone. "Have you kidnapped me? Are you going to call my Dad and ask for ransom money?" Amy:" Casie relax. Take a deep breath. I know it's hard for you to accept but you had a terrible accident and unfortunately, you didn't survive and is dead. My friend Sam carried your soul from earth to Angelina"