Angel Unaware Book Novels & Stories

"There’s nothing to see, don’t come any closer” Angela cried out. It was easy to grab the book from her, just like taking candy from a handicapped baby. When he took the book, Angela felt the heat of embarrassment travelled up to her cheeks and the throbbing in between the legs increased. Antonio went through the pages, his eyes wide open in awe, and then he got to a page and stopped it to read the page out. “Stop it already” Angela screamed out, trying not to touch herself due to the throbbing sensation in her clit…

But it seemed like he was all too lost. "Welcome everyone to the death of the lady Amorivia!" The Angel raised his head to gaze up at Tenshi. "Don't worry. She will restart soon." Not a second wasted and Tenshi attacked the Angel. It is clear to him that he was of no match for the Angel but he can't stop the hatred and regret in his heart. Inside his chest is being consumed by a dark force that keeps him from thinking straight. The others couldn't just stand there, they have to take Amorivia's body. The ran to get it but they were stopped by the old man with his subordinate, that girl and boy.

The both of them began walking to the staircase that led up, to the next floor, where Citadel K was. “So what other differences do you think there are?” Harold who had been studying a small-sized blonde who seemed to be crying in a corner turned to look at her. The student had the same stature as Derek, Harold remembered, but Derek had been a Enchanter. A wizard, precisely. There was no way this weeping student was related to Derek. “I didn't hear what you said,” he said, turning back to look at her. “What other differences do you think there are between the pup of an Alpha and a normal wolf?”

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

The God of the humans was the one that saved them, why will they care about these pathetic stares? While they were doing this, Angelo golden eyes returned to its dull iris. He suddenly falls down, but before his unconscious body touches the ground, a shadow leaped up from the window and motionlessly caught Angelo unconscious body. The shadow eyes that held that indifferent light inside of it for years now hold such a tender light nobody acquaintances from the shadow side could imagine.

They had never seen such a thing. "Karen, my child, won't you calm down and greet your guardian angel before she leaves you again?" The voice said this in a soft, low voice like the one mothers use when singing lullabies to their kids. Abruptly, the fire stopped, and Karen collapsed. Alpha Rasmore was the first one to run towards her. Silently, without a word, he scooped her into his arms and cried silently. Patrilia and the rest wanted to run to her as well, but the guardian angel asked them to stop. "Give them some time, my child." She instructed them, and they all stayed waiting for their turn, although half-heartedly.

Robert yelled at Karl who immediately rushed over to Angie's side. Angie was suffering seizures because memories from her past were tripping in her head. *** Angie wakes up to the thrust in between her thighs. Her eyes fluttered to the view of a man whose body was over her. "Welcome back to life!" He said to her. He brought his lips closer to her, and parted them,Steam of hot breath escalated from them, fanning against her lips. She was hit at his cologne, she breathed in and out. Meanwhile,his thrust was getting fierce and deeper than how it had been.

“How can you see him now? Downstairs, Madame Agnes could see him because she’s a witch, which I still find hard to believe, but up until now, nobody else could! Why can you see him?” Andrew didn’t answer me. Instead, his face flushed a deep, angry red as he watched Zane handle our belongings. The fear of Zane’s sudden appearance was completely swallowed by a massive wave of possessive jealousy. He marched over to me, grabbing my upper arm—not roughly, but firmly enough to force me to look at him.

“Let us see what you truly are.” The fire roared higher as I stepped forward, the heat licking my skin like a living tongue. Damian’s presence trembled at the edges of the chamber, his golden eyes fixed on me, silent fury in every line of his body. Angela stood beside him, her spellbook glowing faintly, ready to fight the unthinkable if it came. The flames whispered against my ears, voices old and familiar, calling me by a name that was not mine.

I search through the books, using the shelves to slide the ladder around. I don't recognize any of them but one captures my attention. I grab it, sliding down the ladder. 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 Moon Wolves," 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.