Angel Hearts Novels & Stories

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in this timeline if the angel is Adam. My heart constricts painfully inside my chest. Floods of misery are crashing in waves at my heart, at the verge of breaking it. While it would gladden me to see Adam happy with his mate, it also pains me thinking about him being with someone else. Without giving me a warning, the angel places his hand directly beneath me. His palm looks soft and familiar, and I sniffle experimentally, not even caring about my silent guest clawing at the straps holding up the web.

"Hello, Sariel." with a small nod, she acknowledged me. Tall and lean and perfectly sun-kissed regal elegance graced this angel. One of the deadliest of angels ever created a real predator. Dark straight hair is worn in a high ponytail. Peridot eyes that sparkled even at night, lined with long dark lashes, her perfect high cheekbones. A straight nose and rounded lips colored deep red. Her beauty drew you in, and like a black widow, she'll end while showing you love. Peridot wings dripped in emerald angel dust. One word described her, and she couldn't hide it or deny it. Lethal.

New York (July 2019) Haneul knew angels weren't supposed to mourn, as they were beings that knew full well how the universe worked. For them, it wasn't a permanent goodbye as the departed soul merely merges with the Macroverse, to be awakened again when the Court of Angels deemed it so after a thousand years or so. And even if Haneul, who was once dubbed by LJ as 'the most angelic of all angels', did mourn, it wouldn't be for her. Mikazuki. Everyone around her had been suspicious of her activities as a messenger angel who had questionable ties with the demonworld before she joined their squad in the Mirror division. But at the news of her death, Haneul couldn't help but feel grief. Amara was

My Angel is the most beautiful woman in the world. When she steps outside for her Luna ceremony and I see her for the first time, I feel like my heart is going to stop. Everything disappears and it’s just the two of us. She is everything. Everything I’ve ever wanted and everything I never thought that I would have.

Chapter 93 - Epilogue. It has been quite the month of blessings. On my part for being given yet another opportunity to converse with probably my favorite family in Hollywood. A blessing on their part for safely bringing two Angels into this world. Speaking of Angel's, Heaven and Nevaeh Levetté are their given names. Yes, Nevaeh is Heaven backwards. Pronounced neh-veh-ah bet you weren't expecting that one now were you? We took to Wikipedia to get a more profound meaning—

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

Carlton reached above the bar in some cabinets to grab 8 glasses. “Why do you think I won’t like it?” The curiosity in Nick’s voice was easily heard. Ansel smiled at him. “Because of what the Silverclaw bond does to its recipient.” Nick’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Angel was the first one to experience it, her and Samantha both were…surprised about what happened, to say the least.” Vienna added. “But that aspect fades after the first week.” “What fades?” “The desire to be with your maker, and her desire for you.” Carlton answered seriously.

Nyx fainted, falling onto Elly. "Well, that happened." Len was growing more irritated with this by the minute. "Ostende te, tu ignavus!" He turned to Delirus and Erys. "Guard the Goddess!" They stood by her, ready to attack. The angel laughed and blew his whistle again. This time Delirus doubled over. "Looks like there's another dog here. Foeda daemon purgamentum!" Erys turned to Len. "Can I attack yet?" "Not yet," Len was watching the angel fly around, getting his description. "Orange wings, dark hair, gray mask and a rat tail." He swore under his breath as the angel flew too fast and disappeared.

She looks sad as she reaches for me. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. This has gone on for long enough.” I watch as she raises her hand and I try to move away. Her hand opens and hovers over my face. She closes her eyes and chants something in an ancient language. My eyes widen as the Angel roars in pain. I let out a deafening scream as I feel the angel being pulled from me. I thrash and scratch and throw my head back to be let go; she snaps her eyes open and looks into my very soul. She has a tear sliding down her cheek.