Angel Rider Novels & Stories

Then I can peacefully perform during the banquet and earn the money I need to find my father. * * * * * * Angel Tiras's Pov Princess Andria is everything we imagined she would be, a stunning, perfect woman of royal blood. She is of course a werewolf as the race of angels only exists within Lordland. But another angel would have been useless to us without the rare skills this Princess has in taming dragons. "You possess unrevealed beauty, mi'lady. No wonder you're able to charm dragons into submission," Ronen compliments, resting his hand on her slender back as we lead her inside our opulent palace.

It looked like a crown of electric thorns, white-hot and jagged, tearing through the white cashmere of the clouds. Beside him, Aria’s "long ash-brown hair" was a dark halo, whipping upward in the gale. Her "piercing gray eyes" were wide, but they weren't filled with the "raw vulnerability" of the victim. They were fixed on him, a "Moral Anchor" even in the midst of a three-hundred-foot plunge. She wasn't screaming. She was breathing—a steady, "independent" rhythm that defied the "Data-Noise" of the collapsing world above.

"You are safe here, no one will hurt you again. So don't be scared! You will be treated until you are fully healed." "Thank you… erm…." "Ah, sorry I'm late in introducing myself. My name is Keylan-Zell, the third prince of the West Elvian Kingdom. As well as the supreme leader of the Elvian Knight. Then, what's your name, My Lady?" asked Ponytail Elvian very politely. I was surprised when I heard he was this country's prince. I decided to ignore his current position. “My name is Anggi Nandatria, as you already know, I am a Haier-Elvian.” We shook hands as a sign of introduction.

Andrew remained standing proudly on the mountain ridge, tilting his head up as he watched the Arya fly across the sky. The golden armor on Arya's body was strikingly beautiful. Beneath the armor, her flawless legs faintly showed. Bathed in white holy light, Arya looked like a true angel descending into the mortal world. She was both sacred and overwhelmingly authoritative, and every movement she made was perfection itself.

That would be a nightmare. We leave the dungeon few minutes later. Aiden and Asher, who came here few days ago after spending time in Blaine's pack, take charge of the Deads, while Angel and I manage our warriors. “Deads – human forms, pack – wolves, since you’re more accustomed to it. You’ll take care of the shifted Undeads, or humans.” My Angel orders as she fastens her harness. She has a lot on her, knives, katanas, a bow, arrows and her favorite dagger that she straps to her thigh. Had it not been for the situation we’re in, I would’ve laughed at her look. Wet hair roughly pulled in a ponytail, my shirt, wrapped in a harness, my boxers and bare legs, with a dagger strapped to her thigh.

His silver hair shone like stars that matched his knightly aqua-colored uniform. “A new Halfling, I see.” A calm and cool voice snapped Cent from her reverie. Her brooch blinked twice. This guy is dangerous. Ariel smirked at her. “You’re doom, Halfling. He is the leader of the Silver Knights, the son of the angel Michael, Sky Apollo.” Ooh. Is he, now? Smiling innocently, Cent spread her wings. “This is a justified homicide, right? Your friend got killed when I’m in the middle of stretching my wings. Just like how the two of Malevolent students died as a casualty in the middle of your petty war.”

Sa gitna nito ay ang nangungunang chopper na may sagisag ng isang gintong leon na nakayakap sa isang itim na agila—ang bagong selyo ng Alyansang Black-Hohenberg. ​Sa loob ng chopper, nakatingin si Xander sa mga naglalakihang gusali ng Makati. Hawak niya ang Master Chip na nakuha nila mula sa guho ng Schloss Hohenberg. Sa tabi niya, si Aria ay nakasuot ng isang eleganteng puting suit, ang kanyang mukha ay hindi na nagpapakita ng bakas ng pagiging "substitute." Siya na ngayon ang tunay na Reyna ng kanyang tadhana.

Daiera POV Eastern Ridge 28 Minutes Later The wind ripped through my hair as we rode hard toward the ridge, hooves and paws thundering through the grasslands, the sky above bruised and heavy with tension. Draken rode beside me on a shadow-forged steed, shirtless because of fucking course he was. His smirk could melt glaciers. Kael and Riven were a blur of motion ahead of us, their wolves fast and wild. Auren flew overhead, his wings spread like divine vengeance.

"Yes, yes!" Angel screamed, her fingernails elongating into claws as she dragged her fingers over the rug, leaving deep gouges in the expensive material. Still Layon continued until he heard her panting as though she couldn't take much more. He'd lost count of how many times she'd cliJasoned and the lazy-eyed, sated expression upon her face told him he'd done his job well. With one more thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, spilling his essence into her, hoping that one day it might take root and they might produce the next alpha of the Silverdale pack.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the