Angel Witch Novels & Stories

It seemed this witch was aiding us because she sought excitement in her life and was willing to take on the Dark Angels. "I guess you'll assist us then," I grinned and confirmed with a nod. I showed her Jake's photo. "He's a member of the Dark Angels. He arrived with his crew about a week ago," I revealed. Stunned, I rose from my chair. If Jake is not a warlock but a Dark Angel, as Emily claims they are more powerful than even witches, how could Alpha Silas easily knock him out? I had no doubts about Alpha Silas' power, but something about Jake seemed off.

Sunny asked. Oh yes, a human that can drown, hmm. That’s a shame. “There are different kinds of witches, hers is focused on people, the body. I am of the elements, I can control all that, she could never have that kind of influence over nature,” Angel said. “Yeah well we never thought she could do most of what she has. We also didn’t know we’d be dealing with a 5,000 year old blood crazed Egyptian warrior,” Quinn said, getting annoyed.

Angelica supplied before I could answer, and I jolted, surprised to hear her speak after so long. "So that's how you weaseled your way into a den of dogs." The witch sneered, but this time she wasn't looking at me. She was positively seething with loathing as she stared down Angelica, her eyes looked as if they'd burst into green flames at any moment. "This woman is a traitor and wanted for the murder of the High Priestess. Bound to never lie, her tongue will never again slather or dispute her cold-hearted intentions. Yet once again, she ropes a child into her schemes." She spat, gesturing towards me. But her eyes never moved. "Our Priestess bound that curse to you in her final moments, and

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

Azareel walked slowly toward the White Tiger, his body began to stiffen because the white furred beast was so big than he expected. Aza stood at the distance he had calculated, the man began to draw his bow and aimed it at the White Tiger. Likewise Nelson, who was ready from his hiding place. "Attack!" exclaimed Aza then three arrows of clear blue water shot right at the Tiger, but it is very unfortunate that the White Tiger has entered level two intermediate. Basically the beasts in Hidden World are categorized as demon beasts and Warcraft. The Silver-haired wolf they had encountered was a level one Warcraft, but the silver wolf hunted more often in groups making it difficult for some begin

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Tangled. Hearts racing like they’d race a fucking marathon. The room was spinning. Angel couldn't move. The stranger was still inside him. Still hard. Then— The fucking incubus started to move again. “Shit, you’ve got to be kidding me,” Angel could not believe it, he croaked. ‘I have to run,’ his mind said one thing, but his body didn’t even want to move and leave. Instead his hips met the man’s every thrust. “You’re not done yet, are you, you beast?” Then Angel moaned again. **

I saw Angel smile with all her teeth. “Do not despair, Holland,” the Goddess said, and the way she said my name set it down differently inside me, as if she’d moved furniture to make better light. “I have watched your journey.” She stepped closer. She didn’t tread; the ground lifted to meet her. “You were attacked by something that should never have been made. A wolf made by the hand of a witch.” Robbie’s laugh skittered through my memory. The smell of wrong salt. The silver knife screaming truth. I flinched without meaning to.

I sit up and push the ball to the side. "Hey, look who's going out!" Ted suddenly exclaims and walks to the window. The other guys are busy with the game and clearly don't give a fuck. I walk to the window and see Angel walking out of the house with a bag hanging on her shoulder. I can't believe that I thought her name was Madonna. I blame that little asshole tied to the chair. "Damn! She looks hot" Ted says after a whistle. I glare at him and turn my attention back to the walking figure.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.