Angel Knight Novels & Stories

the Vegas alpha asked. Before Grayson could reply, the double door swung open. My mate just walked into the hornet’s nest of alphas with a smile in her oversized coat, shirt, and jeans. Of course, her favorite boots. Dane was behind her. “Shit. What is she doing here?” “Who are you?” asked the Boston alpha. “She knows how to make an entrance.” Califf chuckled. “Nirvana, descendant to Katzius, and the wielder of the blood dagger. Crap, it sounds dramatic. Well, I heard Eloh’s loyalists have been looking for me.”

“Remember the stories… this is Draven. The very wolf who deceived Raguel. He’s the devil made in flesh. His words are poison. We must be careful.” “Always the clever and careful one. I fucking missed you, my sister.” “I missed you, too, Ange. And I will never let this bastard, or any other fucker, come between us ever again!“ “Here, here!” Angela howled Alinta refocused on Draven, who circled them with predatory grace, chest lifted like a proud male flaunting himself in a warrior’s mating display. She reached inward, drawing on senses now heightened to a spiritual sharpness.

With that, I greeted them with a wide smile. "Hello, good morning lovely human beings! College and yet still lazy? Are you really just planning to be a freeloader at home and not make an effort? Good thing an English Mage is here, Naenia Lovercraft! Your certified ghostwriter and academic commissioner!" I said sweetly and approached them and even gave them a light kiss on the cheek.

I knew that Matei would go all in, and I assumed his friends were trusted people, capable, but he sent the best, and that the best happened to be his friends was something out of luck, I guess. "Angelo, you're up," Cadmus said, and I looked at the man, who looked more human than supernatural. I knew he was an angel, but there was nothing evident that separated him from a supernatural or a human. He nodded, removed his shirt, and out of his back, a couple of majestic wings. He lifted his body in the air, and his body blended with the blue and white in the sky. "Alright, guys..." Angelo said in the earpiece.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

Wings unfurl slowly behind them — not feathery, but sharp, metallic, blades layered like armor. Angels. Not gentle. Not kind. Enforcers. Every supernatural in the hall freezes. One of the angels speaks, voice echoing from everywhere at once. “Aiden Hale. Living Key. You are in violation of celestial balance.” My heart slams against my ribs. Matteo moves in front of me instinctively. “You can’t be here. This place is neutral.” The angel’s gaze slides to him, dismissive. “Neutrality has expired.” Another angel steps forward, eyes burning silver. “The Sentinel has exceeded his function.”

His face became more and more ugly. "Good, good, good. Your Dragon Gate has a good plan." The Cardinal gnashed his teeth with hatred. His mood swings were not only because Shadow and the others had made a mistake, but also because he didn't know whether the real Twelve-winged War Angel of the Holy Court had betrayed or been killed by them. Or be taken away and locked up! This was very important. After all, he was the Twelve-winged War Angel, the son of the deputy bishop of Holy Court of Europe. He was also a top expert. The consequences of losing him were unimaginable.

She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”

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Angel explained as she joined us. Klaryn was the leader of the Nabello demons that had been brought into the Shadow Falls pack lands, but they had their own pack within it. He was also the primary handler for the Hellhounds. “Good to know. Thank you, Remo,” I told him, running my hands through his fur. “Yes, thank you,” my brother agreed. Angel had a roller suitcase and a small duffle, which we took from her. “Do you have everything for now?” I asked her.