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"I kept my abilities hidden because I was afraid of how people would react. I didn't want to burden you all with the truth, but I understand now that it was a mistake." "Do you even understand the meaning of the word truth? Why did you kill Camila's mother and Ash's father? Why did you choose to be a wicked witch's mother? Here I was, all my life, telling her that my mother is an angel; she can't even harm a butterfly." She laughed painfully and then continued,But in reality, you are the opposite of an angel. You harm even humans, mom; I am so dissatisfied with you!"

Each curve, each bend in the road, transforms into a metaphor for the twists and turns of my life, the choices that has led me to this moment of seething anger and betrayal. The wind whips through the open windows, tousling my hair and carrying the scent of olive groves and vineyards. The beauty of the atmosphere stokes the flames of my rage instead of its usual calming effect. How could she do this to me? How could she betray me in such a callous and calculated manner?

All I could do was weep, but not wail. My thoughts flew back to when our Alpha used to kill other people too, right there under my nose. It was brutal, painful and always a grief-stricken day. I suddenly felt a different kind of feeling. One that I had never felt before. It was a strange feeling of anger and revenge. These feelings were new to me, but I could swear that they were insanely strong, and I was willing to die just to act on them. Soon, we approached the Kingdom. I said my last goodbye to mama and papa, hoping the wind would deliver my message to them.

Chapter 55 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Angelica… How could a heart ache when it no longer existed? I had become something unholy—flame-wreathed bone, a screaming soul bound in fire. When I snapped, I didn’t break—I burned. My rage flared hotter than the sun, a molten scream that cracked the earth open beneath my feet and pulled the sky down in a frenzy of tornados.

My vision blurred, the world tilting dangerously— And then, I wasn’t in my room anymore. --- A battlefield stretched endlessly before me. The air was thick with the scent of blood and smoke. Bodies lay scattered across the ground, and above them, Valkyries fought with a fierce, desperate rage. They were beautiful. Deadly. Their wings—black, silver, white—flashed like lightning as they clashed with monstrous creatures born of shadow. Their claws pulsed with golden light, slicing through the darkness with terrifying precision. But they were losing.

It was so intense, like they were telling me something, they held a promise. But promise of what? Destruction. A small voice in the back of my mind hummed. Fresh tears escaped me as I started crying. Vengeance. That's what his looks held. Hunger for revenge. I gulped as the severity of the situation dawned on me. The man seemed insane and I had to stay away from him. Or else he might destroy me. And this time, I will be shattered completely.

Vivian looked into her blue eyes which looked as if they possessed the entire sky in them. "We angels are quite fragile creatures. Our hearts are intangible, unlike humans, so if we love someone, we love them thick and through and if we hate someone, we hate them thick and through. Our book is our only destiny" Fate said and took Vivian's book from her. She tore a page from it and Vivian felt immense pain in her chest. She shouted from pain and looked at Fate with her eyes, almost about to pop out. "Now you see which trouble you're in. Take good care of it" Fate said as she burned the paper between her fists as she threw the book back at Vivian "And make sure it's pages are never lost, the l

(TRISTAN'S POV) ‘Vengeance is of the Lord,’ I always preached it when I was a priest. I was once an angel with the bible, winning souls for Christ. Now a devil with an empire, sending souls to hell. I’ve tasted light and darkness, and I must confess: Black tastes better. Fuck, justice, I’ll rather play God. Answer that prayer with a knife and a coffin. The weak depend on faith. The strong make their fate. And in this moment, staring at Kendrick’s turbulent eyes, I relive all the sins of my life: from losing my virginity to fucking Bunny more times than my heartbeat—I realize that vengeance is sweeter than sex.

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

"Why must it be only you,You having a loving family who cares for you deeply and they are so rich at that,Why can't we be the ones who have it?, so we hate you so much that you can only die, once you die,the Bruno conglomerate will be ours" The other lady said while laughing hysterically. "If I survived today am coming for all of you,so be prepared for my revenge" The lady on the edge of the cliff said chillingly before jumping off the cliff as darkness envelope her. In a dimly lit room with a student bed,A figured could be seen panting roughly covered in sweat. Angel a once cheerful lady with loving and wealthy family, Treated like a princess in her family was betrayed by her most trusted f