Angel S Pawn Novels & Stories

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

Since their time is running low and everyone has their orb, he needs to get his self the orb. When they look at Nisemono, he was quiet, like a scared boy terrified to admit he stole money from her mother's purse. He nibbled his lower lip and smiled awkwardly. "Pika said the guardian of the dark orb is the Angel of Death." That gave them some kind of gloomy wind. They knew they would face the Angel but not when he holds one of their keys for them to go home. This was not how soon they were planning to fight the Angel.

"That was not an attempt to murder me, the safety of the gun was on. Besides, people have been attempting to murder me since I was in my mother's womb, so it is nothing strange for me." Xavier walked towards her and crouched down before her. "This is different. I had sex with you, then I stole your gun while you were sleeping and I pulled it on you." He sighed deeply and looked down at the floor. "How is it possible that you do not feel betrayed or angry at the very least?"

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

Paws however was fairly innocent and had the angel’s bloodline so he would only be scorched slightly before being purified… if he could hold his transformation till then. Due to certain issues, the realm had no saints which made it easier for them as all they had to do was lure away the angels within the temple before sneaking in to get the device. Paws would be the grabber and Feral was to distract them while Genad would be responsible for cutting down any possible danger to the plan. The home of the angels was like a blissful land for pure souls but hell for sinners, literally. The holiness emitted everywhere was like a fire that scorched any sin found and right there Dina felt like she wa

Hours Ago: When the Prisoners escaped: In the most hidden, forgotten chambers, the Archangels sat in their brilliant cages. Alone from the others, Gabriel was enclosed in a prison of silver laced with Sanctis Venin—the Holy Bane. The poison, designed by Na’ara from the essence of her corruption, demon blood, and a tear of a mortal saint, burned through his angelic vessels like molten fire. His wings, pierced by great nails coated with the same venom, drooped in agonizing defeat.

Angels were normally happy beings, made pure and without sin but just like everything, they could be corrupted and Fawn felt that way entirely. She didn’t feel like an angel anymore and it was fair to feel that way because she wasn’t complete. It hadn’t been that long since her punishment began but she had lost her light and didn’t know if she would ever get it back. Then, she felt a rumble as her hearth rolled open and God moved into it and graced her with his presence. She was not expecting him to come here and yet, here he was. “Father,” She bowed at his presence.

Unbeknownst to Maleficent, her gaze towards her mother softened though it sharpened when her gaze shifted to Gabriel the Faithful. “Young lord!” The envoy of Gabriel the Faithful who came with Angelo as a peacemaker gathered around the young guardian angel apprentice. Along the angels who had shred their disguised, the army of narakas and fallen angels led by the deceased Commandant Demonyo also surrounded the hostage taking scene even when the halfling prince and the Glutton heir were slumped behind them without a single fallen angel or a naraka but a young wounded jaguar.

I will get back to you “ Michal looked at her in anger “who.. are you exactly??” “Angle , you can call me Angel grace “ she smile at him cutely “so you are miss grace “He spoke smiling “seems like you heard of me , well I was waiting for the day I get my hands on you., too tired of killing those Lowe lives and peaks “ She spoke wiping her hands. “Are you talking about my men “A slight growl was heard in his voice. He advanced towards her, But she didn’t move back. She smirked and dug her heel in his right toe making him fall. “oh, I totally forgot your one of those peaks. No different. (she bent down)” what you thought you can touch me .Angel got up and Michal free hand was about to reach

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.