Angel Stories Book Novels & Stories

Book 2: Chasing The Courtesan! Before reading!!! Please no hate on the character... Aurora is totally different from Cinderella. In my own observation as the writer. Cinderella is weak minded, she's soft and needs someone to come to her rescue bjt Aurora is totally different and quiet the opposite.. Infact she's my favorite character, she's strong, brave, brass, beautiful and nice too!! I promise you're going to love her and don't worry the story is still going to continue here!

“A mere human will never have the chance to step in the heaven. Only Angel’s have the right to be there. He asked what should he do. They answered, be an angel. Then you can be here. But to be an angel, you have to turn your back in being a human. Can’t he be both? The angels shook their head. ‘Will you let me see her just for the last time?’ he asked. They didn’t respond. The spirit who help him is the spirit of human. He don’t have the courage to turn his back in being a human. With that, he give up his love. Looking at the sky on where his only love is, he smiled bitterly. He can’t be with her, he can’t be with his one love. Sadly staring at the sky, he heard a sound of an object hitt

“That dress looks si bon—so good on you.” Angel couldn’t believe how this guy was just so—so… He suddenly looked resigned like he’d decided on the truth. He grabbed her hand, gently tugging her down to his lap. “I will now tell you a story, oui?” Angel tensed up and nodded. What kind of story could he tell? Did she want to hear it? “There is this place in a land far, far away. It is an island near Asia. On this island, there is a secret resort.”

Angela looks into his eyes, every instinct in her body screaming to push him away, to strike the man who likely orchestrated her end, but her heart is fixated on the figure on the throne. Her baby. She gets to see him after centuries. “Matthias,” she breathes, clutching her chest as if to hold her heart inside. She tears herself away from Cassian’s grip. She runs toward her boy, the child who is now a man, a king. But halfway across the floor, a swirling, violent magic erupts. It is hot and burning, a physical wall of power that hits her with the force of a storm. She is lifted off the ground, suspended in the air by an invisible, crushing weight.

Angel I shut the book quickly and pushed it away from me. “No,” I whispered. My heart was still racing. “It’s just a story… just a story. But why do the letters feel so alive?” I lay back on the bed and pulled the blanket over my body, trying to force my eyes shut. Sleep. That was all I needed. Just sleep. But every time I closed my eyes, I saw it again— The boy. The well. The eyes. And then Bianca.

River's fingers danced across the spines, devouring titles that whispered promises of resilience and courage. "The Blind Voyager", "The Lame Warrior's Triumph", "Against All Odds", and "Unlikely Heroes" each resonated deeply, but one title in particular caught her eye: "The Story of Alero, Blind Healer". With gentle reverence, River pulled out the slim volume, its cover adorned with intricate, raised patterns that evoked the delicate petals of a flower. The book did not come out alone, it came with another document: a large parchment like the one in her dream!

Angel out of nowhere asks me, previously sitting near me and with his diaries on the table. —What thing?— I see him dirty , he moves with his head towards the ladies. I shake my head. Nerd. This is every last bit of her, all Fair, I guarantee you, even though I kind of encouraged her to do a ceasefire with Greece earlier today. Angel smiles and glances at it before murmuring, “I'm happy .” I hope it's not steamy. I wake up out of the blue to a chill down my spine, lifting my face from the pages of a Scottish folk book and wiping away the hints of saliva on my cheek and jaw.

Thankfully, the animals with long and wide antlers aided her until she found her balance. She took a deep breath, calming her senses. With her eyes full of questions, she started walking towards the East. “Well, according to the Quora website, I should always go North at times like this, but…” she moved her head to the left. Her eyebrows creased as she felt chills all over body. “I don’t think it’s gonna let me in. That is why we should follow the light! Yes! To the East!” She raised her right arm with her hands clenched in fist. Convincing herself that her decision was right.

This is Book Two of the Demonic Angels Trilogy, this book will not make sense unless you read ‘Alpha’s Fallen Angel’ first. Thank you guys for reading and for all the support! Aylin is by far my favorite character of mine, so I’ve been looking forward to this book for quite awhile! Enjoy :)

I head over to where Angel is lounging in a hammock and climb up beside her. The hammock is extremely soft. I lay down in it, propping the book up on my knees. “What book is that?” Angel asks me, peering over at the cover. “The History of Dragons,” I tell her, and she looks at me funny. “Why would you need that? What don’t you know about your own kind?” she scoffs. I sigh. “Everything.”