Angel Light Mga Nobela at Kwento

Angel The garden, bathed in the soft hues of the setting sun, became the backdrop for a revelation that would reshape my world. Selena's eyes held a mixture of anticipation and tenderness as she began, "Angel, there's something important I need to share with you." In that moment, a thousand possibilities raced through my mind, each one vying for attention. "What is it, Selena?" I asked, my voice a blend of curiosity and apprehension. With a deep breath, she began to unravel a secret that had remained hidden from me—a secret named Heaven. As the words spilled from her lips, I felt a whirlwind of emotions. Shock, joy, and a profound sense of wonder gripped my heart.

Instead, Ethan said, “This is a matter between alphas, and she isn't your Luna yet. So please, miss, let me offer you an escort.” “I live nearby,” Angel said, “I can just go. I don't need an escort.” “It's not safe to travel alone,” Leo said. “I'll take her home after our talk,” Ethan said. “Angel, would you be comfortable waiting inside the manor? There's a very nice library right through that side door, there. You can't miss it.” “That sounds lovely,” Angel said. “I'll wait for you, then.” She bowed formally to both alphas before she left, which Leo found odd. Why did she bow to her lover? Maybe she was just being extra formal because he was there.

I find a fresh outfit before stripping out of my sweaty morning clothes. I put my old clothes in a basket. Each dorm room has their own personal maid that keeps our rooms clean and washes our clothes. Because apparently angels are incapable of taking care of that themselves. I go to my bathroom and quickly take out my contacts. The damn things dry my eyes out and burn like hell but the Council would kill me if I didn’t wear them. Light angels have light eyes and hair. Dark angels have dark eyes and hair. The Council forbids the mixing of the breeds: hybrids are killed on sight.

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.

She was so nostalgic! She held two long blunderbuss in her hands, pointing towards different places. "Apurupai!!" 【Overload mode! 】 For a moment. The unique halo on Angel Angel's head that belonged to Rutland became even more shining, even comparable to the sun in the sky, and the pair of translucent angel wings behind her that were as thin as cicada wings instantly turned into huge wings of light. , even the eyes were shining with dazzling light. The powerful angel at this moment.

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

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

Damon’s POV I had no idea this was even possible, I don’t know how I didn’t figure it out sooner. Angel is floating, literally floating off the ground a few inches, she’s glowing a golden yellow. There is an aura around her that everyone can physically see. It’s a moment in history that everyone will talk about for years to come.

Draven growled, his forked tongue flicking in mocking satisfaction as his coils constricted. “Shit Ange!” Alinta screamed inside her mind. “Blast him, do something!” “Here goes nothing,” Angela muttered, exhaling slowly as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I submit to you– “ANGE! NO!” Alinta shrieked, fighting desperately for control. “Such a good girl,” Draven hummed, leaning closer, his scales brushing the edge of her flames. “–Great fire of the Sun,” Angela finished. Her eyes snapped open.

she smiled assuringly to the kid. “Yes, Luna.” Elaine nodded and hug her waist for one last time before pulling off. Mira slightly ruffled her hair when she heard what the kid called her. “How I wish to be your luna soon, Angel…” she muttered to herself before she turned her attention to Angel’s temper. “...but for now…” she walked toward Angel who was dealing with the same vampire again. “...let’s take you home, my beloved.” Mira whispered to herself as she approached them and her real eyes began to show up and turned glowing mauve.