Angel Walks Brother Novels & Stories

I didn't though. Only because I didn’t have a pan with me. "I am not your brother, Alexander. Not after you betrayed your father and I." The angel next to me shot his 'brother' a cold glare. I still had no idea what their relationship was and how Alexander became a fallen angel in the first place but by the tension that rose around me, I could tell it was something serious.

Who was this guy, and how did he know so much about us? “Listen,” Angel said, his tone as nonchalant as if he were ordering a coffee, “I was hoping you could help me learn more about our vampiric nature, but it seems like you're a bit of a lightweight compared to your brother. So, where is Vivaldi?” I kept up the act, feigning ignorance like my life depended on it. “Honestly, I have no idea what you're talking about. Please, just leave me alone…" Angel sighed dramatically, rolling his eyes. “Alright, I'm done playing games. Tell me where your little brother is, or I'll turn this birthday party into a crime scene.”

But instead of responding to Anton’s remark, Angelus ignored the words of Anton and directly headed near Aimie. “I know you,” Angelus instantly leveled his height to Aimie, making Aimie cuss in her breath since Angelus’s face was near her. “You were right there during my brother’s funeral; you’re my older brother’s girlfriend.” “What?!” Both Aimie was Angelus simultaneously responded with half inquiry and exclamation in their voice.

I’ll try to make sure nothing too bad happens. Calvin called her again. She didn’t pick up. He grabbed his head and screamed. What the fuck? His parents were the next people he called. None of them knew where Angel went with his sister. Exhaling softly, he tried another number on his phone. This was how she wanted to play, right? So be it. His younger brother picked in two rings. His first words were, “I want to get fucked tonight, KJ.” “What?”

" She's not dead Angela. We came here together. " "How do you know this creature?" Whispering to her as I leaned close. "Did it just call Angela creature?" It?? "No. Please, just help us okay? We need your help. We've come to-" "Angela knows why you here." She froze. "How-" "You have come seek the answer as to why the master took your sister. Angela had a vision this day would arrived sixty years ago." Of course. I often forgot I was sixty years old. "You have to find Angela brother,quickly. Aspen will guide you on your journey."

"Since you're so stubborn, then experience the pain of losing what you love most." He raised his hand, and a warrior immediately cut the rope! "No—!" I watched helplessly as the rope snapped and my brother's body plummeted straight toward the boiling silver. I lunged forward like a madwoman, but the warriors pressed me down. I could only scream in despair: "Kael! You killed him! You killed him!" The pain tore through me as I suddenly spat out fresh blood. River saw this and rolled his eyes impatiently. "Enough already. That wasn't even Uncle up there, just a dummy. Mommy, why are you so dramatic?"

she exclaimed gleefully. The family reunion was short because after a few hours I headed for my brother’s house to see her. My body almost trembling from the excitement that coursed through my veins. The more I was close to seeing my angel on earth, the more impatient I got. I pulled up the driveway of my brother’s house. She wasn’t around as expected neither was my brother so I decided to wait imagining different scenarios of her walking in and her reaction to my appearance.

I gulped lightly as I wondered why Uncle Aaron of all time had to walk in while I sat in Angels office. “You killed your brother, you are no less than a beast!” The words hit hard into me, harder than it should, but there was Angel who stood, not even flinching for a second. “I would show no mercy to whomever goes against my rules!” Angel added. “I wouldn't hesitate to serve your head on a platter if you did the same!” He added. “Angel!” It was the lady, she had a look like she was gonna cry, certainly staged I could say.

My breath came shallow, the cold air more effective than any thought for clearing the burn at my cheek. I slammed the door. The sound cracked behind me and felt like an echo-chord of the punch. My palm collided with the wheel in a single, angry slap so hard the center horn coughed and the car shook. I pressed my forehead to it and let out a sound somewhere between a curse and a prayer. What was Jaxx doing here? The question came up again, and I couldn’t swallow it down this time. Elena doesn’t even know him, I thought. She doesn’t know he’s my brother. She would not have invited him.