Angel Knight Novels & Stories

She was sitting astride a wyvern and holding an enchanted bow in her hands. “Duchess Myria Clarian Castro-Arcs?” the garrison commander gasped in surprise. “Mum?” the girl didn’t believe her ears. One heartbeat. One more. Reive closed his eyes. “We must go, Your Dark Majesty!” Asper Glein bellowed. However, the necromancer no longer saw anything around him. Just Angelina’s pale face streaked with tears. He raised his hand and wiped away a tear. He wanted to ask her not to cry. Nothing could happen to him because he was immortal as long as the vial of blood was intact.

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

Closing my eyes, I focused harder and could taste the bitter sting of rage, anger and craving for revenge spreading through her mind, bordering her soul. “Through the shadows, we shall be eternally connected now, and you will come to me, Angel of Darkness,” a smile formed on my lips. Ironically, the consequence of the Moon Goddess’ intervention came to be in my benefit. Having Angeline consumed by Darkness was much better than my original plan of simply killing her and having the Moon Goddess prophecy dead with Angeline. I couldn’t take my eyes off Angeline's image. The blackness in her was beautiful, fitting like a glove.

Her radiance had, in a sense, acted as a catalyst, dispelling the shadows that had enveloped him for so long. Dante grappled with the realization that the malevolent ambitions he had harboured were being replaced by a newfound sense of clarity and vulnerability. The implications of Claire's Angelic powers were astounding, and they had the potential to reshape the destinies of not only Dante but the entire supernatural realm. As he continued to wrestle with his own transformation, he couldn't help but wonder about the true extent of Claire's divine influence and what it might mean for their shared journey.

he went on and the youngster took it seriously even though the adults were doing the same. “How you can say all of this?” one of the senior knights asked Angel this time which also made everyone in the field curious. “I’m an omega from my pack. I’ve been looked down on because I’m close to the Alpha’s son because they thought I’m just using him to make me look strong but no. I’ve been sparing with the alpha son and trained with him a lot to the point that I was about to be a gamma. I should be the first youngest trainer in the pack but I decided to leave for some personal reason. So here, I am an Alpha though I’m a rogue.” Angel briefly answered and Mira began to step in to let them know her

How lovely it would be to own this bodyguard as her dirty little secret that will serve her whenever she needs it? Mandela was fine, but when they had sex, it was as if he was thinking of someone else… presumably, his dead wife, and that put a whole dullness to it. She needed someone young and vibrant… Sebastian Damon. Isabella would make sure that the young man only thought of her when he was done with his contract, and he would worship the ground she walked on. Isabella was an expert in seducing and breaking men, and Sebastian would be a challenge, but she would eventually break him and make him fall madly in love and lust for her.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.

It was like I am in some spell. A few days later, there was an attack on Angelina by dark angel and demons. I fought with them alongside archangels. We won the fight but I was badly hurt. I was taken to witches where they need to make a potion for which they needed a fairy's nail and not just any fairy.it has to be a fairy princess nail. Eva knew there is no option so she asked Carol for help. Carol knowing that it's me immediately helped and gave her nails to the witch who created the potion and I was healed.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.