Angel Of Vengeance Book Novels & Stories

She was a tigress cornered, furious and defiant, stunning even in her disheveled defeat. For a long moment, I just watched. The rise and fall of her chest, trembling with exertion and rage. The faint smear of blood at her temple where she’d hit the wheel. And most intoxicating of all—the fire in her eyes, still untamed, refusing to dim even as reality pressed against her. God help me, I’d never wanted anything more. “Run,” I said softly, letting the word linger like a challenge. Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing at me, wild and dangerous.

My eyes were dry, unable to produce tears, and the fire crackled as the only answer. Then the sound of an engine joined. Sharply, I whipped my head around and beheld the devil. A real one. Only a devil would enjoy the bath of flames. Hell, he leaned against his car with a cigarette stuck between his lips. Only a devil would smile while watching me without pity. But with awe. I found myself leaving the ground. Regardless of my fraile bones, I remained on my feet. “Tell me, Angelique.” The name rolled off his tongue like a death sentence.

In Dedication to Born By Power, Chaos And Apocalypse; Thy angel descends -- From the heaven, In his glory to lead you to my dark purgatory, Where thou seeks. To reveal the books thee deserve, For the sake of phantasy, Thy soul plummets into a journey ad-infinitum, A journey, hoped to experience in a lifetime. A journey where thou shall discover Pantheons, Made my the words of thee ungrateful; Called "Man."

He looked from one to the other. Lon threw his hands back up to ward off the discussion. “Leave me out of this!” He never does want any part of conflict. And he knows better than to involve himself in any mention of her. “Don’t you dare defend her!” Disseus roared at Almora uncharacteristically. Stalking toward Almora fiercely enough that Lonnix stepped into his path, so he was shouting at her over Lonnix’s rotund head. “She nearly killed me! She’s a bloodthirsty Valkyrie! If it hadn’t been for you, Mora, for your kind heart, I’d be dead.”

I wanted to run away from here but Isaac and the others were standing at the door blocking it. "I'm right here Angel. Don't be afraid. Just think of all the pain and injuries caused you and finish me! Right now right here! If he is dead then so is your fear." He said and got taken aback by his words. Suddenly all the moments, since Roberto touched me for the first time, each moment was flashed in front of my eyes. That pain, that embarrassment! He had no right to do that! Anger suddenly filled each nerve in my body and before I could come back to my senses I knew I had to do this.

“To kill the vampire, her body will feel weaker and weaker, and she will spend all her last breath in the human world and not here, only if she failed to remember who she was on time,’’ Abu explained it as slow as he could, and reading Zanea’s face he could scent something on him. Kram was exhausted as he stood up near his window, watching the angels outside, he was frowning and felt broken, at the same time Evangeline needed to remember who she was. To be sent into the human world, all memories of an angel will disappear, it was the GOLDEN RULE of the empire. They only threw angels below when it committed a great sin, but Evangeline’s case was different, she was thrown there to saved human

"He told me that if I wanted to fight back, if I truly wanted to stand against the devils, there was only one place for me—the Angels of the Burning Sun. A place that doesn't take open applications, that only the chosen few even know about. He said he would personally arrange for my recruitment, that my abilities and my curse made me someone they couldn’t ignore. That if I wanted vengeance, this was the path." Her tone was like steel, like the edge of a blade drawn in the moonlight. The room remained deathly still, the weight of her words pressing against the walls. "So I decided… I will be their demise." Her voice was unwavering now—no sorrow, no hesitation. Only cold, righteous vengeance.

“The alphas were lying to you. You grew up with them because you're bonded. They are the four parts of Hades' soul and you are Persephone's soul reborn into a half-angel, half-wolf hybrid. They're not from this little corner of the world, and neither are you. They know it, and now you do too. The reason you are so close to them is that your souls are connected, and have been for thousands of years. I laugh, shaking my head. - You are crazy. Crazy! This cannot be true. They would have told me! I would know if I were a goddess and were living with Hades! “She's not lying to you. I know this because I'm your father,” the man holding me asserts, and I look back at him as golden bat wings slowly

DAMON I threw the heavy table against the wall; books, maps, ink bottles all shattered on impact. The growl in my chest was inhuman, feral. My claws were halfway out, my eyes were glowing as my wolf fought control. My study was wrecked; shelves toppled, the chandelier swung wildly from the ceiling, and shattered glass littered the floor like deadly snow. “King Damon, Stop!” Eden shouted as he threw himself into my path, grabbing my arm before I could cause more havoc.

The mark on my chest throbbed, a faint but persistent echo of her—my shadow, my twin—weakened but not defeated, her presence a cold whisper in my blood. The dagger hung at my hip, its symbols dark, its hum silenced, but I felt its weight like a promise of battles yet to come. The bond with Lucian burned—his heartbeat a steady drum, my resolve a flickering flame, our shared defiance a shield against the truths I’d uncovered in the Between: I wasn’t just pack, wasn’t just Angel. I was the Veil’s lock, its key, forged in a ritual I didn’t remember, tied to a city that called me home.