Angel Ward Novels & Stories

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Her adoration for him had become second nature—she dreamed of him, sided with him, and idolized him. Seeing the hesitation fade from Angie's eyes, Aurora knew she had convinced the latter. - Half an hour later… Angie, dressed in a nurse's uniform and carrying a medical tray, arrived at the ward's door. At this time of night, nurses often checked on patients, so the bodyguards didn't stop her and let her through without question. Less than two minutes later, Angie, still disguised as a nurse, exited the ward quietly and left unnoticed by the bodyguards. - Theodore drove Rosalie back to her building.

*Aaron* I don't know about you, but waking up next to someone as extraordinary as Winter can do funny things to a guy. Today, I felt like I was plugged into an energy grid or something. I woke from deep sleep, blinking against the golden rays pouring through the window, only to find Winter still lost in her dreams, her red hair swirling around her like a fiery halo. For a moment, I just sat there, taking in the sight, wondering how someone so ethereal could exist in my world. The tattoo on my chest—a northern star—seemed to pulse in sync with my heartbeat, thrumming with the same energy I felt when I marked her.

I approached the guarded gate with no resemblance to that shy girl who'd been cast out. The two Beta guards, towering wolves both with Damon's cold eyes, immediately sighted me. "Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew back," sneered one. "The rejected Omega. See her still hanging around. Are you alive, little Annie?" "I need to see Alpha Damon," I said, trying to show confidence, although I was nothing but a shy, weak woman. The second guard laughed and clapped me on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!"

I gasp. “I know you’re sleeping with Thorne,” she sings, and gasps fly through the room. “That’s right, everyone! Little human Aurora is a gold-digging witch who sleeps with men and takes their money. She’s no better than your common whore.” “Let me go!” I cry, trying to pull away from her. This isn’t happening. This can’t be real. Angeline laughs and tightens her grip painfully on my neck. I cry out as she yanks my head to the left.

But as soon as I opened the door and stepped inside Angela's room, the smile on my face died like a candle snuffed out by the cold wind. I stood there frozen as I watched the scene before me. There was Angela, who was supposed to be writhing in her wolf form with the sacred Mark of blazing silver upon her forehead, sleeping peacefully. Her chest rose and fell in the gentle rhythm of deep slumber, her brown hair spread across the pillow like a mockery of a halo.

Third Person's POV Velda was trussed up, her hands cranked behind her back in high-security cuffs designed to suppress werewolf strength. When she'd been tackled, her face had slammed into the gravel. Now, covered in dirt and grit, she looked like a total mess. She struggled to lift her head, throwing a look of pure disappointment at Ulrik before fixing a death stare on Adelaide. Adelaide stood there in her crisp Royal Gamma uniform. The silver wolf embroidery on the black fabric represented the kind of glory Velda had spent her life chasing but could never touch.

They let down my hair and curled it in waves, my eyes were a bit smokey, with a bold matte maroon lipstick. He didn't come home though. He sent Roderick to take me to the venue. On getting there, the place was filled with people. The elite society with expensive dresses, blinding jewelry and flashing lights of the paparazzi, all in attendance. I walked further into the room searching for Philip. The hall was designed with a Christmas theme as the Christmas party and hand over ceremony were combined. The colors of the day were Red, green, and white. "Oh Darling, you look so angelic," Aunt Becca gushed as I went to greet her and her husband.

angela my dear you think too much let's go to the court, people are waiting for you he tells his wife dismissing the topic but deep down he thought that angela was making sense because he believed motherly instincts is always true . I know I haven't sat down and ask and question about the existence of Ariel but now I think I have to .Since she woke up from that coma she has been acting , talking and do everything weirdly I cant help but think that's how her creation and existence grow but I cant say that its true.Ariel has something and I really need to find out sho she is so that I can help her , queen angela thought before she fixed her dress and went outside the royal castle , " where a

Chapter 3 Kate’s POV Getting dressed in my cocktail dress, with the perfectly matching necklace from Lily, I slip my black flats on before looking in the mirror. I rarely wore heels – they weren’t practical for me and truthfully, I was a bit clutzy in them. As amazing as my wolf was, we could not conquer heels just yet. My hair was smooth and straight for the evening’s party. With minimal makeup – mascara and lip gloss - I was ready to go. At 5’11” I was taller than the average girl my age but attributed that to my Alpha heritage.