Angel Of Redemption Novels & Stories

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

“I love you. You’re going to be the most amazing father, but if I don’t make it and we have a boy-” “No,” he interrupted. “No. I’m not talking to you for the last time here. That’s not what this is. Now I love you. There is no way anything is happening to you without taking me first. I’ll fight the Goddess herself before anything harms you, Angel,” and with the fire in his eyes, I believed every word he said. I nodded, kissed his hand, and downed the cup of murky, metallic liquid, quickly feeling only the faintest tugs and pulls in the darkness. My wolf danced around in my drug-fuelled visions.

“Slaughtered in cold blood. Cade went feral after that. He disappeared for two years, no one knew where he went or if he’d ever return. But then—he did.” The weight of her words clashed in my chest. Cade had lost everything. His wife. His children. His entire world. And yet, he was still here? I tried to imagine the kind of pain that could drive someone to the edge of madness, the kind of darkness that could swallow a man whole. No wonder he was so cold, so distant. Before I could say anything else, a sound ripped through the air. A howl. Loud. Piercing. And close. Angla’s eyes widened in horror as she turned to me. “We’re in danger.”

“The world dies no matter what we do. I only want to rebuild it from the ashes.” The bond between us pulsed again, stronger, hungrier. I could feel the tug deep in my chest, like a string being pulled tighter and tighter. My own fire reacted instinctively, flaring bright against the darkness. Aaron lifted his hand. Shadows curled around his wrist like living tendrils. “You can’t fight it forever. The fire doesn’t belong to you alone. It remembers me.” “Then let it remember,” I said, summoning the flame within me. It erupted in a blaze of gold and crimson, swirling around me like wings. “Because I’m not her. I’m not the first flame—and I won’t make her mistake.”

he was always amazed, his hand traveled to her back and caressed where he spotted the scars. Angel had nothing to say, this was the second time she saved him on her own. He needed answers, but only his mom could give him answers. If the moon goddess was angry with him and cursed him to live in agony and alone for the rest of his life. Why was the girl his redemption? He knew and accepted his fate of not having a mate until he died. So, why was his wolf able to heal Elina. It only happened if the girl was his mate.

It was then that I felt it, the vibration of my protection spell, the warning that my protection spell was working. I look over at Griffin and see the look on his face that tells me that his mate and our future Queen are in trouble. I nod my head to him and I’m just as awed now as I have always when I see his wings appear. I had met a few Demon’s and Demon Hybrids over the years travelling with my Grandmother's coven but I had never met an Angel until I had met Griffin. I watch him take to the air and disappear. When I return my attention back to those in front of me I see Julian looking at me with a slight frown before he opens our blood link,

"I've done terrible things. I betrayed my neighbors. I pointed the cultists to their hiding places just to save my own skin. There is no light left inside me." "There is always a choice," Ryan said firmly, placing a solid, grounding hand on Kaelen's shoulder. "Redemption isn't a gift given to the perfect. It's a path walked by the broken who decide they want to be whole again. I fell into the deepest dark, Kaelen. If I could find my way back to the light, so can you." Seraphina extended her hands across the fire. "Let the anger go, Kaelen. It isn't protecting you. It's consuming you."

However, he hung up on me. I scoffed in derision, staring at the HIV diagnosis report that had gone unsent on my screen. I closed my eyes and swallowed down the chill rising in my throat. I had given him a chance. Since he chose not to believe it, he could deal with the consequences. … The next day, St. Alban's Cathedral was decorated in extravagant luxury, flowers covering the vaulted ceiling. Ethan stood under the lights in a custom suit, while Daisy leaned against him with her belly slightly protruding, her face full of bashful happiness.

His refusal to tell the physician the truth about Silver was more to have some leverage of classified information which he hoped the other wouldn't have and nothing else. “I'll clear you,” I said. “A few months ago, it was announced a human girl was captured and was supposed to be put to death. Gwyddion fought tooth and nail to save her, but only because the Moon Goddess made him to. This is that human girl. She's not a hybrid.” A look of confusion washed over his face as he watched Silver who looked like she wanted to enter the ground. “But, my Lord,” he persisted. “I ran some tests. She's truly a hybrid.”

I looked at him and those fallen beads with a constant stare, trying to figure out, is it even possible for angels wanted to destroy this planet. He snapped at me; that shook me out from my foggy thought zone. "Do you want to know the names of the angels?" he repeats his question. "Yes," I answered, "The first one was the strongest of all, Yaahadana, He called to be vigorous; flight with the metal wings. His strength was unmatchable. But he has a soft heart. The second one was Naksh; The moon lover, an immortal shapeshifter; notorious one. The third one, Zayaan; definition of beauty and intelligence, he was called the protector.