Angel Ward Novels & Stories

Elcrimos don’t touch people who are not stained with the dirt of our world. “Have you told nonna and nonno about this?” I asked. “Yes. They already know.” A knock was heard on the door followed by the mahogany door slowly opening. Miranda, one of the servants, went in. “Damsel, Madame Felicity and Sire Aleksander are waiting for you at the living room,” she informed. I paused for a few seconds before replying. I could feel the rampage of ache again. The rage and throbs which I tried to bury for a month suddenly aroused after knowing she’s finally here.

One digital screen still flickered with an old engagement announcement photo before glitching to a neutral ad. When they arrived, security let them through without a word. Everyone knew why they were there. Aurelia Vance waited alone in the glass-walled living room that overlooked the perfectly manicured garden.. She wore a simple white blouse and tailored trousers, hair pulled back severely—no jewelry, no makeup beyond a touch of lipstick the color of dried blood. She looked thinner than Owen remembered, sharper, like someone who’d spent the night forging herself into steel. She didn’t rise when they entered.

“ …” Suddenly, The door to the penthouse were knocked, waking everyone in the room awake from their stupor. Duchess Marriane Murr nodded to her attendant to opened the door. After opening the door, to their surprised, a little lady was standing outside the door, but it wasn’t any normal lady, everyone in the room know who this little lady was, she had a silver haired tucked neatly inside her hat, paled skinned and hollowed eyes, wearing a black Aeternum Military Uniform, with a Hammer badge on her right shoulders. “.…Director Mot..to what do we owe this pleasure..”. (Princess Angela Seraphim)

Tears warmed her eyes. She gave money to the driver and got down. The driver helped her in wheelchair before leaving. Nikaulas had already disappeared. She went up to the reception. The lady at the reception regarded her with curiosity. Ignoring her gaze, Angela asked the woman who Nikaulas King was visiting. The woman refused to share the details but when Angela confirmed that she was his wife she spilled. Angela was shocked to hear the truth. The woman turned around and worked her way towards the exit, still in disbelief.

Angela was momentarily at a loss for words. She had considered what actions she might need to take if Wendy didn't agree; yet the Wendy before her, so calm and composed, caught her completely off guard. "Alright. I hope everything you've said is true. The engagement between the Hawk and Larson families must happen." Angela paused for a moment, her tone shifting slightly. "My husband has a son outside of our marriage, and because of that, Stanley must marry Horace's daughter."

The nude nail polish sprinkled with fake diamonds looked very contrasting with the dark suit Xander was wearing tonight. "Honey, what took you so long?" "I'm talking to my brother." “Oh. And who is this woman?” The burgundy woman looked at Angel with a scornful look. Her eyes moved openly to scan Angel's body from head to toe. That made Angel very angry and humiliated. “I'm Mr. Whithold—” “She's my secretary, Angela Celeste. And this is my little brother, Finn.” “Laudya Estelle,” The burgundy woman said briefly.

Damascus shifted protectively beside Amara, “Who are you?” The woman didn’t look away from Amara. “I was once called Aiyana. Alpha of Alphas. The First Gold Wolf. And the reason they buried the truth beneath ash and silence.” Amara’s breath caught, “You are real.” “I am real,” Aiyana said, stepping from the crystal as if gravity didn’t apply to her. Her feet didn’t make a sound. Her body glowed with quiet power, “And so are you, child of my blood. You are not a shadow of me. You are the return of what was lost.”

*** Note from the Author: This novel has dark, forced sexual elements, brutality and raw demonic aggression. Please read with caution this is a dark erotica tale. Some elements could be triggering for some. *** “He’s like a king living up on that hill.” Udora remarked to me in a hushed voice. Living in WitchFall Fortress on that hill. Guarding the WitchFall dungeons. I thought bitterly. Having not like the man since he’d accused my friend Mara of being a witch and taken her away.

said Wanda while pointing at her. She was wearing a long black turtle neck gown with black gloves and black heels. “Are you going to the funeral?” She asked while crossing her arms around her chest. Althea looked at her in disappointment. The door opened and Alex came in. “Wanda, could you tell me what I should wear this white or Silver?” He had two Three-piece suits, slivers, and white. Wanda looked at both and pointed at the left one “Silver is the best” she said.

Still the shuddering continued all the way to the corner of the desk where she reached forward and closed her trembling fingers around the letter opener. “Come one Mel. We don’t have all night.” I said to her talking a small step back to make room for her to stab her father. “I -” She locked eyes to her father, tears running down her bloody cheeks. “Don’t you dare Melanie.” He told her firmly, glared at her then me. “This demon has no power here.” He screamed at us. “Silence!” I slammed my palm against the desk, the wood cracked under the force of the blow. “You had your time to speak. It is now my turn and I have chosen Melanie to fulfil the role of avenging angel.”