Angel Redemption Novels & Stories

Again, her gaze wandered to mine, "It's just, I understand you saved me from getting hurt but I felt the way you handled it was a little too extreme. Maybe you should have jus-" "I get it." I interrupted her. "Just know sometimes, Angels take desperate measures to protect what's theirs." She looked up at me, confusion etched on her face. "You called me your Angel so technically you're mine to protect," I smirked. "Oh, okay." She grinned, "I-I should go to class. I'm late already. See you around." She smiled before turning to leave. "Hey, Kris?" I called after her. "Yeah?" She looked back.

She pointed at Channing and scolded, “Old fart Henderson. What the hell are you doing? Have you become a psychopath, just like your grandson? What? Her Majesty? She’s a heinous murderer. She’s about to kill you, yet you still kneel before her, crying and begging for mercy. You’re really a disgrace to the Henderson family. How does your family deserve the ancient legacy with that virtue of yours? Pooh!” “You don’t know sh*t!” Channing roared furiously. With strange and twisted expressions, Zendaya turned the tree branch in her hand and waved it at Channing, causing light to float rhythmically into his body. Then, a green mark appeared on his brow. “You really are the reincarnation of Lowe Hen

Savage POV. They fucking ambushed us and kidnapped my daughter. Angel has been laying unconscious on the hospital bed for three fucking days. Her hand is in mine as I sit beside her. Antonio, his men, Teagan, and my parents arrived not long after Foxy and her new friends escaped. I ran to the SUV that was on its roof to find Rebel gone and Angel unconscious and bleeding. I was shot in the shoulder, but I didn’t care at that moment. My heart fucking stopped seeing my angel, my goddess, like that.

Axel had adopted them and made them his own after seeing the way they were being mistreated by the family. I thought Axel had helped them by being kind-hearted, but who knows he has seen into these kids and knew their potential. The twins, as young as they were, had a lot of talent. Little Nine, as young as he is, is a sharpshooter, while Little Red, got his name from his red hair, is a fighter. Axel had trained them hard, just for them to be his bodyguard. That's why I am being conflicted right now because Axel never helps anyone for free.

Maybe it looks believable, and sometimes we go by a person's appearance. Angel already placed her trust in this stranger. She was slowly feeling the drug hit her. As the drug flowed through his body, he felt better. Angel felt like he was in paradise, like he was in a peaceful paradise where he felt no pain. Angel just wanted to be free, and now that she is, it's as if the drug temporarily covered every pain she feels that she tries to escape. Angel stood up from her seat and went among the dancing people.

The experience wasn’t just one of pure bliss, but everlasting peace. “I love you, my Alpha,” I whispered, kissing Cillian for the millionth time. “I love you too, my Luna,” Cillian responded after the kiss. Nothing would ever separate us. Like this, we belonged to each other forever and ever. YOU HAVE NOW REACHED THE END OF ALPHA’S REDEMPTION: BOOK 2. STAY TUNED FOR BOOK 3: THE RETURN OF COLTON DE’ LUCA.

I want to scream… I want to kill that son of a b*tch. “The person you are trying to call is not reachable at the moment, please send a voice message after the beep” Beep! “Hey… um. I know everything now, I know I… I messed up and should have trusted you. I can’t forgive myself and I will totally understand if you can’t forgive me either, but at least hear me out when you get back from Japan. Please give me a chance. I’ll be waiting for you”

Questions and exclamations filled the air, and Angel struggled not to cringe under the scrutiny of the entire pack. Why couldn't I have just controlled myself? she asked herself. She was surprised when Layon ignored the pack and wandered over to nuzzle his snout into her cheek, offering her a lick before he turned and began to shift back into his human form. Fearful of their gazes, Angel remained in wolf form, pressing herself against Layon's bare leg even as he addressed the pack. "Angel Hale is the traitor's daughter no more! She is my mate, the mate of the next pack alpha!"

Her vulnerability saw his, and it called out for her to protect him even if he did not know that he needed it or wanted it. Maddox began as a character that you would like to deck, but there was so much that he hid away from the world. Being raised by someone like Calvin would definitely leave both metaphorical and physical scars. Kalen realized that she needed him just as much as he needed her. I have always loved some good redemption, as seen with Theo and Brynn, but there was a difference between the two cases. Maddox’s redemption was from all of his past sins. He called her his angel, and that was precisely what she was for him. She lit up his darkness so that he could find his way out o

I said, “then maybe we can end this without destroying him.” Lucas’s gaze darkened. “And if you’re wrong?” “Then I’ll face him myself,” I said, voice steady. “Not as a witch. Not as a soldier. As the human who taught his light how to sing.” That night, I dreamed again. But this time, I wasn’t alone. I felt him there — not looming, not hunting, just listening. And when I sang, he didn’t try to silence me. He sang back. A single note, low and rough, barely there. But it was enough. Because even gods dream of redemption.