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“Well, I mean, at the time…it seemed pretty impressive. I never thought to ask more of it.” “Not even when your friend, the little pink-haired princess, developed her own gift beyond just flame? Honestly, Anton, I expect you to be more critical than this. Her gift is more than simple fire – it is Goddess fire, more than destruction. It brings light to Darkness itself – it clears and heals. You, as Goddess-born as she, expect that all you can do is breathe underwater?”

Zane had to smile at her. “Angel, there is nothing bad in you.” “Of course there is. Do you think I would be okay with what you did tonight if I was all good and pure? Do you think I would enjoy the things we do if I didn’t have a streak of bad in me?” she asked. She had a smile on her face which told Zane she enjoyed the idea of being a little bad.

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."

No answer. Fear, hot and sudden, claws its way up my spine. But I shove it down. I’m Julia daughter of Elias, heir to a bloodline feared across packs. I don’t get scared. Liar, a voice inside whispers. You’re terrified. And you should be. No one has ever made me feel this powerless. Not until now. Who is she? ANGELA Her voice was grating, bouncing off the walls like nails on glass. I watched her struggle through the monitor, thrashing like a wild animal caught in a trap.

“As you all know the story of my mother’s bloodline, and how my greatest grandfather was the first of our kind, your Luna’s bloodline is even more special than my own. You’re Luna is not only the daughter of a great Alpha, but she is the greatest granddaughter of our Moon Goddess.” Gasps erupted among our warriors, as they now stared at Angelica with widened eyes, but I knew my pack, and I knew that they wouldn’t question the legitimacy of what I confessed to them. But as they all stared at Angelica, I could sense that she was questioning their beliefs, as I could feel her fear that they wouldn’t accept her.

Then I can peacefully perform during the banquet and earn the money I need to find my father. * * * * * * Angel Tiras's Pov Princess Andria is everything we imagined she would be, a stunning, perfect woman of royal blood. She is of course a werewolf as the race of angels only exists within Lordland. But another angel would have been useless to us without the rare skills this Princess has in taming dragons. "You possess unrevealed beauty, mi'lady. No wonder you're able to charm dragons into submission," Ronen compliments, resting his hand on her slender back as we lead her inside our opulent palace.

the first lady said and shook her head. “I agree with you Judy, many fans of Antonio Montero had made some videos talking about the worst fan sign ever, most angry female fans of Montero are not happy with his love interest Angela, given the name low budget Cinderella by Antonio’s fan base the Monsters, for being a simple girl about to be married to their prince Mr Antonio.Nevertheless this particular video got my attention, a fan who said to have witnessed the whole scene, Regina Fisherman. Let’s hear what she got to say”. “Angela is a fucking bitch … cheat….and a bloody gold-digger…..she.."

he said again before saying the name of our new angel. “Her name would be ANNIKA XYLE RIVERA XIN CASTRO our new angel” End

Chapter 14. Angela has a dream where she's tied to a tree surrounded by blue water, she looks down at the water but she sees a different person as her reflection, a more powerful and stronger female that looks like her, but she could swear it wasn't her. Her reflection looked more lively, happy , chubby and refreshed. She paused for a second to notice if anything would happen to her reflection, but it was still there staring right in the face. Angela became even more scared, because she had never seen such a thing before. How can a reflection or shadow be more healthier than the person who owns the reflection?