Angel S Pawn Novels & Stories

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.

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

Alexander The God of absolute dark Powers Pov I stared at the tumbler as I slowly swirled the dark bane that I had become accustomed to. The pain I felt never truly went away but atleast the edge was gone. "Are you really going to drink your life away?" Angel asked softly. I slowly looked up at her with a scowl. "Didn't I divorce you?" I asked lowly. She rolled her eyes and reached for a glass. "I am here for your fathers ceremony. It's very mundane of you and honorable." She said with a chuckle.

Angel scowled at him with a shake of her head, “I’m the traitor’s daughter, remember. People aren’t exactly waiting for me to call.” “And that’s exactly why she just might answer,” Layon pointed out with a proud smirk on his face. as though he thought himself to be a genius. “She knows you aren’t in with the pack, so she won’t be expecting you to work with them.” “I am not working with them,” Angel insisted even as she sighed and pressed the call button, pushing the phone to her ear. I’m doing this for you, she thought silently, unable to admit it aloud. Luckily she never got the chance because after just three rings, someone answered.

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.

"I hate cats." "They had no reason to lie to us," Alyssa says quietly. "I judge they spoke the truth about this prophecy. Fabian is darkness itself, and he is tainting this world—he must be defeated so life can thrive." Sleepy sighs. "I still haven't fully recovered, which is why I'm letting this bird-man-..." My jaw ticks, but I refrain from clenching my hands. "Angel."

’ Angel wasn't taking any chances. He didn't care if he looked ridiculous in his current position. Trembling in a dirty dress shirt. No pants. Only briefs. Barefoot and holding a gun. A gun he didn't even know how to shoot. But he knows he won't miss. He had precision. He was a damned student doctor for fuck’s sake! His hands were stable. Trained not to shake—even with great pressure. Angel was done being a damsel in distress. He gritted his teeth. “I don’t believe that you’ll shoot me, my Ange—” A shot rang. **

The words security asleep was etched into her skin and he swore, “Fuck!” He let her go, running across the apartment and delved into the bags which had been deposited while they’d been out. He turned back to her, a pair of pistols in his hands. “I hope you know how to follow instructions, because in a minute, we’re going to be inundated with fucking angels.” Noah swept past her, checking the locks on the doors, before he grabbed out his phone and dialed a number. “Thorne. We have a problem. The angels have a Manipulator nearby.”