Angel S Pawn Novels & Stories

The silence was deafening, broken only by the faint crackle of divine energy from the seals. At last, he reached the final gate. The great runes recognized his touch, flickering reluctantly before parting. Inside, the forgotten Archangels sat in their radiant cages: Gabriel separated from them is inside a silver cage laced with Sanctis Venin, the Holy Bane. It is a forbidden poison that only Na'ara knows. A poison she made herself. From her pure essence of corruption mixed with demon blood and a tear of a mortal saint. It causes excruciating burning inside angelic vessels, as if their holiness is turning against them.

How? Bastien carried her down the steps. Angel saw the wall rack, the hanging rack, and the massive, cushioned slab with bonds. Her eyes grew wider and she was utterly dumbfounded. The cross! It wasn’t black like her dream but gold; her eyes rounded as she stared at the straps. Red velvet. Ohhh… Remaining quiet, he finally set her down. Angel turned all around and gaped at all the various forms of sexual torture—some were total antiques. Her startled gaze finally rested on him. “You are…” Her knees buckled again.

A Savior For Her Xavier POV The room was scattered, with 4 dead reins on the floor, they looked rotten already, "weak creatures!!" I wispered, I looked around, I saw Angelina lying in the ground, looking half dead, a growl ripped out from my mouth, how dare they hurt my woman, i strode walking towards her, I didn't see someone, jumping from my back, and hitting me with full force, I barred by teeth in anger, that was not all the reins in the room, there was one more left, and whoever killed these three reins, did a great job. The rein growled, running towards me, he was huger than the rest, it was high time we close the portal, but I needed these one alive, he tried attacking me, using my ro

At least there was an angel who was with me. Hearing his words, a proud smile appeared on my face too. It was something I stopped imagining that there would be some angels who would still support me. After all, my decision was pretty shitty to let them go all by themselves. "My name is Angel Beleth. And I am here to help you get your place back in the pack. But you have to promise me something in return. I am offering you help. But in exchange, you will tell me everything about your pack. About all of them. And you can't tell anyone about me." He spoke in a low tone. He was offering me help. No, he was offering a trade. Angels don't trade, that's what my mom once told me.

“She’s Angel.” The room stilled. Angel. The word seemed to hover in the air, sinking into every heart. It felt right. More than right—it was perfect. She was their miracle, their savior in the darkest storm. Alisia’s lips trembled as she whispered it aloud. “Angel…” Her hand pressed over her chest. “Yes. She’s our Angel.” Xavier’s eyes softened, the sharp edges of his soul melting away. He placed his hand over Alisia’s, his voice steady and proud. “Angel Knight.” His gaze swept across the room. “Our little bundle of joy.”

Mammon somehow transferred his powers to Asmo, doubling his power and making him OP. "That was how the mysterious astral Prince of Persia was born. Yes, Asmo was the dark angel who stalled Gabriel for days and fought Michael for a while before the prayers of his Father's prophet could be answered. The results of the experiment were impressive, but it also had too many serious side effects and rules." This revelation added a whole new layer of complexity to Asmo's character and the extent of his powers. The fact that he could stall powerful angels like Gabriel and Michael showcased his strength, but the serious side effects and rules stemming from the experiment hinted at potential challenges

“That doesn’t mean you can ignore the rules,” Angel snapped back at him, crossing her arms over her chest. Layon had to discreetly avert his eyes due to the way her breasts bulged thanks to her folded arms. He wasn’t about to get distracted by her, not after all the arguing they’d already been through. That can’t happen again, he reminded himself, we’re here because of Reebah. “Even Chris and Reebah would have needed help, and he’s the grandnephew of the fairy queen.”

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

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.

She’d been obsessed with Vincent for years. And me? I wasn’t like Vincent. I wasn’t reckless enough to betray the Council outright. I believed in rules. In consequences. Angel was a sinner’s daughter, which alone sealed her fate. It was never a question of if. Only when. The Council assigned her to me like livestock marked for auction. The man meant to strip her down and prepare her for sale. Like a calf fattened slowly before the blade ever touched its throat. Vincent and I had fought over it.