Angel With Eyes All Over Novels & Stories

It only took a day or two before the angels had figured out where we lived by communicating and pretending to be our friends. And when they found our old home, they ate us without hesitation. An involuntary shudder runs down my spine at the facts running through my skull, and I swallow thickly. “You can do this,” I whisper to myself. “There is no backing out now,” No matter how afraid I might be, I have to approach this creature. For years I’ve been thinking my sister is dead, but those beads hanging from this angel’s bangs could prove me wrong. They taught us in survival class that angels who have tasted human blood have red eyes. And that means this angel couldn’t possibly have eaten my si

She opened her eyes which had been closed following the music she played, turned her head in the direction of the sound, and immediately met Gamma's beautiful sharp eyes. Go ahead. Gamma made a signal with his eyes. Enthusiasm is contagious. Gamma's beautiful and flawless violin music made Angel feel resurrected. She then played each note with all her heart. Playing the violin accompanied by a maestro like Gamma is amazing! Gosh, what a wonderful opportunity.

But the most striking feature about the Angel King wasn’t his brilliant white feathers or his gilded mane or even the magic that thickened the air and pushed against my lungs. It was his eyes. At one glance, they were as bright as a midsummer sky, but he had a way of looking at me as though he’d just stripped me of my deepest secrets. Every ounce of blood drained from my face to my pounding heart, and I backed toward the bed. He couldn’t read my mind… could he? Azriel must have told him about the blackmail, about all the souls we stole from Hell, about how I was a dead woman currently harboring a wolf who belonged in Heaven.

Leonardo inquired. "What?" "Describe your face, your body, your hair, everything about you." "Why, sir?" "Angela, I'm blind, but I still have a vivid imagination. When we talk, I want to see your face in my head. " Angela smiled. "OK, I have bulging eyes, a funnel nose, curly hair, I'm fat, I have puffy lips; in short, I have an ugly face," Angela said proudly. "OK, you can go now."

Brayden I was surprised when I saw my angel's mother. Aliya looks a lot like her mother except for her eyes. Her mother has eyes the colour of gold and hair of the same colour. Honestly, she looks like what I would expect an angel to look like. I did ask where my angel got her unique eye colour from and Deliah told me that Aliy got her eyes from her great grandfather and her pink hair came from my fae side. I knew that already thanks to Dreston. He has enlightened us on all things fae and angels since he got here. I feel much more knowledgeable about my angel’s heritage than before. I could tell it did my angel good to see her mother and I could also tell that mom and dad loved seein

"You've completely lost your mind!" I laughed loudly like a wicked woman and stared at him with a psychopathic grin and my eyebrows raised, "I just saw my death, dumbass. How do you expect me to react?" When he was about to say something, Aeneas showed up out of no-fucking-where, and I stared at him for an instant, absorbing his appearance. He looks like a fusion of our father and his mother. Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height.

I hover over her, grabbing her chin in my hand and turning her head to face me but she's not looking at me. “Look at me.” She shakes her head, biting harder on her bottom lip and clamping her eyes tighter. “Look.” Same reaction. “Look. The. Fuck. At. Me. Eliana.” My gravey tone makes her snap her eyes open. I tilt her head so her eyes are locked on me. “Look at me, Angel.” She blinks up at me and the haze in her eyes fades away, disappearing like it was never there. “I’m not him and you're not at the orphanage. No one's going to hurt you. Do you understand?”

Angel had something, some kind of power that was different to an aura. His eyes were different, they were barely open in between milk feeds and sleeping…sometimes mixing those two passions of his at the same time. But from the eyes Reuben and I have been able to see…they were similar to Reuben’s dark stormy navy colour…but without his wolf yet. Goddess knows what she has installed for us. There’s never been two alphas to conceive a child together. “Both have good vitals, we will let Evelyn rest and check on them both in a few hours.” I hear Noah talk to Reuben.

Angel muttered a curse beneath his breath in French as he grabbed her chin, tipping it up and cursing again when he realized how much such a move was a disadvantage to him. It only highlighted her delicate features. Her eyelashes were too long and thick. Her bloody lips were slightly parted as she glared at him with those goddamn flirty eyes, and for the first time in a long while, Angel wanted to stand up so bad and teach the woman before him an unforgettable lesson. Taken by surprise, Elena’s eyes squinted at the feel of his cold palm underneath her chin. It was firm, yet cautious. Inviting, yet persistent. His dark eyes were intense as if they were seeing through one’s soul, and for a mom

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”