Angel Grace : Supernatural Novels & Stories

"Quis ego sum? Ego non metus sordida sanguinem angelus!" Salax hissed as Len put a hand around the angel's throat. "Don't you dare talk about my sister that way! She's a Goddess!" Nyx was touched. She walked over to Len and put a hand on his shoulder. "Let me handle this. I want to try my newly refined spirit powers." Len bowed his head and took a step back. She took a deep breath and focused on her spirit powers. "Spirit, hear my voice. Wrap around his soul and break it but keep him alive. He must suffer other punishments." Everyone, even Nyx, watched in awe as translucent lavender swirls entered the angel's body. He contorted into painful angles and shrieked before going limp, still breath

It's actually an incredibly fascinating thing about being supernatural. As I am enjoying watching the busy tools cleaning, the main door opened and revealed an angel without wings. Don't get me wrong. She's the girl of my dreams. The queen, who else? Fudge, she will see the tools! "STOP!!!!" I belted.

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.

- I ask Michael POV As we arrive at the club Angel lets us in. He is one of my brother’s most trusted security guard. I’ve known him for years now. He told us that the girls were already inside. “There’s Beth” - Logan says and I nod my head. We walk to the bar and I see a beautiful woman with fiery red hair. She is definitely fire. She is wearing a short back dress and I can feel my pants getting tighter. What the hell? Logan walks to her and hugs her. When she turns around I am met by the most intense grey eyes. She is stunning.

“Until I found my Angel.” Even saying his name changed something inside me. “His name is Azrael.” A tear slid down my cheek, but this one came with a smile. “I’m in love with him, Mama.” The words felt so beautiful. “So ridiculously in love.” I laughed softly. “He makes me feel...safe. Not because he’s powerful. Although God knows that man is terrifying when he wants to be.” I wiped my cheek. “But because I can breathe around him. I can laugh. I can be angry. I can be ridiculous. I can just...be Mina.”

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

“I’ll simply speak with your instructor and have her transferred into your class.” I frowned. “Just like that?” He smiled. “Just like that.” He nodded his head once. That answer almost sounded too easy. He must’ve noticed the skepticism on my face because he laughed softly. “Xavier, Angela isn’t human. She’s the last known Ancient Royal Fae. Having her participate in advanced supernatural studies with the four of you actually makes far more academic sense than keeping her separated.” When he put it that way… “he won’t question it,” Mr. Wilson finished confidently.

But in the midst of that chaotic tapestry, one image stood out like a beacon of light in the darkness: Agnes. As the silvery glow in her eyes dimmed, Seraphina knew that Agnes had not only regained her powers but had ascended to a level of mastery that was awe-inspiring. She had become a witch of the first order, a title reserved for the most skilled and formidable among their kind. Seraphina's heart swelled with pride and admiration for the young witch. Agnes, who had once been stripped of her magic, had not only reclaimed her abilities but had surpassed all expectations. She had risen like a phoenix from the ashes, stronger and more determined than ever. It was a testament to her resilienc

She sat up. “Okay. . I have seen those souls and creatures with my own eyes and I do not have anyway to deny it. This is the underworld. That old, wrinkly man is Charon. And you are Hades, the god of hell. But--” she threw her arms in the air, palms up. “I am not Persephone, that just cannot be. I am Angelique. I have been Angelique the moment I was born. I am a mortal. I do not have any power. This is just impossible.”

The girl exclaimed, visibly petrified. “Damn it!” Angel said as she released a sky full of petals. Since she had received her mother’s Goddess of Nature legacy, her special powers were more in touch with nature. Each and every one of these petals she made was a deadly weapon. Suddenly, a voice shrieked loudly. “Summer! Be careful!” ‘Summer?’ Angel turned her head and was met with a horrific sight. Summer was surrounded by four Iron Demons at the time. They used their swords to set up a sword formation, trapping Summer entirely. These swords were radiating law power too. Hence there really was no way out of that.