Angel Ghost Novels & Stories

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

by how…? “ I called you and you came, how you were able to answer me, is a mystery. Did that answer why we're here, angle?.” As if… His finger brushing against her skin. But he instantly recoiled, burned. "Fuck!" he cursed, his body dissolving. "I'll see you again, princess." His voice lingered as he vanished. Cassey's scream echoed through the room, and she leapt from the bed, her heart racing. Breathlessly, she looked around, trying to process the bizarre encounter. The room seemed different now yet unfamiliar, the shadows cast by the faint moonlight outside seeming to whisper secrets.

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

Even if this marriage is going to end, they can't damage the Richmond family's reputation at all. "You little girl, so slick with your words." Karli waved her hand, "I don't have time to deal with you. If you want to help her, take her away. She wants a divorce, and we the Richmond family don't want to keep someone who only knows how to eat for free." Upon hearing this, Angelica's eyes grew even deeper. Before Amelia came in, from the outside, you could tell that something spooky was going on in there. Soul Reaping is different from Earthbound Formation, it is formed by the resentment of the living, triggering the evil spirits underground.

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.

* * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * * Midnight. Bethel felt taps on her shoulder from her sleep. The two grew more fierce and she had to open her eyes. "Angel" she called,seeing the little girl in her room. She rubbed her face with her palm and could see his worried Angel looked. "What's wrong?" She asked,sitting up on the bed. "Mom.... something.....is...isss...in my room" Angel said. "What's in your room?" She asked. "A ghost" Angel bursted out in tears and the hairs at the back of Bethel's neck stood..

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

It was no wonder people loved staying here, it was beautiful. an angelic voice greats me and I can tell its Angela by her scent wafting to me from the back on the entrance. Angela is a succubus and she is very good at her job. I know Dorian didn't tell Rebecca about what she was, and for all intents and purposes she never questioned why Angela was so perfect. Rebecca wasn't even intimidated by her which I found intriguing since Angela was drop dead gorgeous. Any man or woman that walked threw these doors were just enamored with her which made bookings a breeze.

She could not go back home immediately because she knew her mother was waiting to know the outcome of the conversation but what she didn't know was her mother had her followed. "Your daughter is out of the Carter's compound but she looks like a zombie behind the wheel," the person reported to Mrs Garcia. "What do you mean she looks like a zombie?" asked Mrs Garcia "She looks like she has seen a ghost," the person replied "Okay, thanks," Mrs Garcia replied and ended the call patiently waiting for her daughter to return to understand what happened. The day went by and soon Ethan closed from work and returned home. He got his things ready for the Italy trip.

“Ahh!! Wails and cries of the Gemini witches could be heard as Angelus was busy tearing their limbs apart, ripping their hearts out, pulling their hands and heads away from their bodies, and drinking their blood with no remorse in her face. The witches were defenseless against Angelus due to the fact that Angelus is a Tribrid and she was too fast for them to counter her attack with their magic. After about twenty minutes, Angelus was done with her cold-blooded massacre. Licking the blood on her fingers, she burnt the dead bodies with her magic while walking away from the woods. Meanwhile, a certain eyes could be seen watching her from afar, this eyes belonged to Rheagal, a Ten billion years