Angel Title Novels & Stories

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Although she has not heard of it, she has the means to learn of it, she wanted to converse with Sneaky the more. Miles sat down with Angel sitting by his side, she was looking at him with loving eyes, “I thought you won't come” Angel told Miles. Miles smiled helplessly, “I didn't intend to, my dad insisted” Angel's friend stretched her slender snow-white arm, the two of them were top-notch beauties, but Angel's talent made her stand out among her peers. Miles took it, “my name is Hart” “Miles” Miles wanted to release his hand from her grasp, but she held on firmly, “um… so, you are the president of Agora Entertainment?”

Marigold looked at her and said simply “Angel likes taking care of people, helping them. It helps her work through her issues.” She briefly explained the center Angel was opening, and about her ranch, and the people she’d basically adopted as her family. About the rescue horses they would adopt and rehab. The counselor nodded and said, “Some people see all the horror and turn it into a positive and some can never get past the horror.” Meanwhile in the room, Angel was mildly surprised by the dominance that Jackson displayed but she knew she’d win, he just didn’t know it yet. It was Kaleb who asked, “What’s your name?” Never taking her eyes from the staring contest with Jackson she said simply

he began, clearly observing some rules of etiquette, “I’m the true king of Aldenor, chosen and crowned in the year one thousand thirty-one after the imprisonment of Father of the Dark.” His voice sounded like a sword striking on metal. Loud and cold. I thrilled at his every word, but our enemies looked darker and darker. “And this is my fiancée, Lady Angelina Vallebour.” “We are pleased to greet you,” the throne guardian and the two mages made bows in turn, their glance appraising my black dress with its scarlet frills. And it seemed to me their bows were much lower than the ones the nobles usually made me. As if now, they were seeing in me someone more than a simple girl without a name and

, the woman said with her calm and angelic voice. “Child?” Angela asked. “Who are you? And why are you calling me a child.” The woman chuckled lightly. “My name is Selene but you werewolves call me The Moon Goddess.” Angela gasped in surprise. “The Moon Goddess?” she asked and immediately went down on one knee to bow to the Goddess. Selene chuckled again. “You don’t have to bow, chosen one.” Angela looked up with surprise. “Chosen one?” “Yes. You are my chosen guardian.”

“Leah, come back to me, I beg you… I’ll give up the Alpha seat to him, I’ll give up everything — as long as I can see you every day… Please…” He collapsed to his knees, like a dog cast aside by its master. Lilith’s voice sneered in my mind: A man who would betray his mate for power and vanity — his love is worthless. “Ansel Blood.” I spoke his full name. He snapped his head up, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes. “By the Moon Goddess.” “I, Leah Walker—” At the sound of “Walker,” all color drained from Ansel’s face. He understood then. Nothing could be undone.

"Watch your mouth, Angelica. You abandoned your right to this territory the moment you forced her onto that transport convoy." "I protected my safety, Alpha Draven," Angel countered smoothly, her gaze traveling over his bare, heavily muscled chest with a sudden, predatory hunger. She took a slow step closer to him, entirely ignoring me. "But now that I see the rumors of your... savagery were vastly exaggerated, I am more than willing to correct the mistake. The Council contract was drawn for the daughter. That is me. Not this nameless, penniless stray."

Draven growled, his forked tongue flicking in mocking satisfaction as his coils constricted. “Shit Ange!” Alinta screamed inside her mind. “Blast him, do something!” “Here goes nothing,” Angela muttered, exhaling slowly as she closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I submit to you– “ANGE! NO!” Alinta shrieked, fighting desperately for control. “Such a good girl,” Draven hummed, leaning closer, his scales brushing the edge of her flames. “–Great fire of the Sun,” Angela finished. Her eyes snapped open.

They’re my priority now more than ever. Why would Cezar even want to get rid of Camellia? It makes no sense. He was my father’s youngest brother and significantly weaker than him. The only way to get the title of Alpha is to eat the heart of the previous one, but Cezar was too sickly to even bother with fighting my grandfather. So what the fuck is his angle here? The more I think about it, the more it drives me fucking crazy. Later, I find myself in the garden, watching Camellia with Nereo. Aeron and Morana are there too, and it warms my heart to see them interacting. Nereo is laughing, chasing after Aeron, while Morana sits beside Camellia, talking quietly.

A shifter or maybe even a vampire? When dragons live forever, the possibilities are endless. *** Angelos, daughter of Hera, granddaughter of Zeus I'm weary. I never dreamed it would take this long to break the curse. Dragons are so very stubborn. They had only to open their hearts, give up their pride, and love someone more than they loved themselves. It took a child for them to see the light. I understand this because I love my daughter in exactly the same way.