Angel Rider Novels & Stories

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

Madam Amelia seemed to know this as she nodded her head at me. “Now what? You can’t break your vow. What will you do? You can’t have a Wolf Rider running around Astoria.” There it was. She knew what her daughter was. The half human part of it was the least of it. The fact that she was a Rider—a creature that could control a werewolf with a simple command. A creature that ruined my family's life. A creature, who must be destroyed before it gains power. There hasn't been a rider born in half a century, and even before, there was only one that ruled Astoria.

No iris, no white, just darkness that seemed to go on forever. "You know who I am," I said, keeping my voice steady despite my racing heart. "Kiera Vale. Once-chosen mate of the Ironfang Alpha, mother of the boy who carries enough royal blood to make him worth killing. Currently playing at being human while war gathers like storms." He circled me slowly, each step deliberate. "Yes, I know who you are. The question is whether you know who I am." "They call you the Broker. They say you can get anything, for a price."

my wolf growled in anger. "Call me Tyler.'' I backed those orders out of my throat to Thane; he hurriedly scurried away and in no time appeared with Tyler, my right-hand beta. Tyler stopped in his tracks as he saw the image before him. "Oh geez!" He covered his face in shock. "Is that whom I think it is?"

Sensing the danger, Angela stirred, her scream piercing him as she saw what was unfolding. Orion’s anguished cry echoed across the desert as the fireball struck, the explosion shaking the damaged arena. When the dust cleared, he was gone, replaced by an illuminating silver wolf, with baby blue undertones streaking through his fur. Moonflowers blossomed from his shimmering coat and across the ground where he stood. A vision out of legend: the one and only Silver Lord. Adorus’ laughter boomed across the arena, his hostility fading. “At last! And it only took three pitiful fireballs. But you answered your mate’s cry as you should.”

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.

Her beauty lies in her genuine and charming smile. She is an A-rank Fire magician. She incorporated her magical attribute into any weapons of her choice and amplifying her already ferocious attack. She is not a force to be reckoned with and usually acted indifferent and aloof unless you provoked her. Andrea Pendragon is the second princess of the Alteria Kingdom, located on another continent, separated by the vast ocean. The weather at Alteria is freezing cold. Sunlight rarely reached Alteria's land that was covered by whiteness as far as eyes could see. This kingdom is experiencing winter all over the year with only two or three months of summer. The temperature during the summer season bar

7 meters, I have a light brown hair that Is braided into two neat braids with an hazel as the color of my eyeballs. I've hated My fate and my nature for so long until I met an amazing, extraordinary, and strong lady.........Her name Is Angelus Meus Pulcher Dondarrion.......The All-Powerful Tribrid. Before I met her, I was a ruthless beast who kills In a cruel way, I was a rippah, a demolished, and I love laying waste to people's life and property and I guess I haven't changed..........After all, I am the Beast.

I tell Araidia sternly "Alpha, if I may," Paloma butts in. "My daughter, Dahlia, is mated to a fae. You know her; you have allowed her, her mate, and their daughter entry into the lands freely. Their daughter, Elowen, is a Fae Witch hybrid. She came into her powers early; she's 8 now. If we could allow the three of them to help, I think we could have this done by the end of tomorrow. My daughter was a loyal pack member, and her mate is a good man." she says, puffing out her chest in pride.

She glanced at Cody and corrected saying “our barn.” Damon said, “Cody was telling me about heartbreaker.” Angel smiled so brightly at the mention of the horse she said “He is a randy fella for sure. But, beautiful, I’ve never seen a more beautiful animal.” Damon looked at Cody and said, “You know Gambler and Heartbreaker have the same Sire.” She heard Cody sigh, but he said “Yes, I knew. It’s the culmination of a man’s life’s dream to own a horse like that.”