Novel & Cerita Angel Of Vengeance Book

The same green liquid bubbled and smelled, but she cared not. " I see you found out the truth, your aura of goodness has left you" the seer says smiling. Annabelle stares at the woman. She looked disgusting. Her teeth had gotten more rotten than it was the last time she came. "Here is your book of spells, I was instructed to give this to you" the seer picks up a lengthy book of leather covering stretching it over to Annabelle. Annabelle stares at the book for some moments. A gift from someone. Well whoever it was, she cared not.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

But it seemed like he was all too lost. "Welcome everyone to the death of the lady Amorivia!" The Angel raised his head to gaze up at Tenshi. "Don't worry. She will restart soon." Not a second wasted and Tenshi attacked the Angel. It is clear to him that he was of no match for the Angel but he can't stop the hatred and regret in his heart. Inside his chest is being consumed by a dark force that keeps him from thinking straight. The others couldn't just stand there, they have to take Amorivia's body. The ran to get it but they were stopped by the old man with his subordinate, that girl and boy.

But almost suddenly the man reached out and tilted his face upwards looking straight into his eyes, he asked, "Do you know who I am" The kneeling man shivered how could he not know this man. He was well known in the mafia world as a very ruthless and powerful person. They said just by one look at him you could feel your knees wobble. That's how intense his aura was. They even had a nickname for him in the mafia world "The Devil Incarnate" they called him because of how ruthless he was. Gulping down saliva he nodded feebly.

Xander had a sour mood after all Amelia gave him a good punishment by restricting him from touching her for a week and Liam was getting the silent treatment from his wife making him pout occasionally. Everything was perfect and beautiful. Too unreal but enough real to believe that yes. There is always a bright sun behind a cloudy sky. Their darkness finally ended and the bright sun finally lighten up their lives. They were together. A complete family. ____________________________________ So this is the End of Vengeful Redemption. The purpose of writing this story was to show that some people can regret their wrongdoings and can go to any length to make it right. Like Rose did everything and

Regardless, he was infuriated knowing she had chosen hell over heaven, pain over pleasure. Kevin observed her intently. A part of him wanted nothing more than to make her regret her decision, wanted to inflict pain on her, wanted her to feel the same anguish he was experiencing, but still, he couldn't bring himself to do it. He couldn't hurt her. Not anymore. "Get out," Kevin growled. Emma stood stunned. She had never seen him so angry before; his eyes were blazing and his grip was so tight on the glass that it shattered in his palm. Bright droplets of blood began seeping down his hand.

Olivia's POV The news slammed into me like a rogue alpha at a mating ceremony. It was unexpected, leaving me breathless with a kind of anger I hadn't known I possessed. Declan wasn't dead. The silver and wolfsbane hadn't done their job. My carefully laid plans had failed. A feral growl ripped from my throat, a sound more suited to a cornered wolf than a lady of my caliber. But refinement was a flimsy excuse these days, barely concealing the hunger for vengeance that dwelt at my insides.

He coughed as a breath wheezed out of him and I was glad of it, he had been unable to fight back, my rage so fast and fierce; and he would pay for what he did. I kicked the angel over, his head lolling to the side, bloodied face now covered in dirt. The biggest insult to an angel was to take their wings, and I had already done that to one, why not make it two? I leapt onto his back, crouching low allowing my full weight to be felt. Grasping the root of one wing I slowly pulled backward, my pressure steady; until I saw the skin holding it to his back stretch to its limit. Leaning forward I bit the delicate flesh, ripping into it with my teeth. Blood flooded into my mouth and I spat the tissue