Angels Mc Novels & Stories

Angel sighed heavily and replied, “Everyone calls me Angel.” He pointed at first himself and then his brother said, “Okay Angel, I am Michael, and this is Gabriel we were your biological mother’s older brothers.” Angel didn’t miss the reference to the past tense and asked “Were?” Michael sighed and said “Will you come with us; we’ll give you all the answers we can. We’ll go to a restaurant somewhere public. We really need to have our parent’s there for this.” At her hesitation, it was Gabriel who said, “How about we have a cab bring you to the restaurant, would that meet with your approval?” Angel replied simply “I don’t have any money, and I don’t want any of yours. We can talk inside the b

Dorin should be ashamed of his tiny ones but instead, he displays them proudly like the perverse little man he is. His small faction has given angels a terrible reputation. We are fearsome warriors and brutal killers, yes, but we do not rape and pillage and burn—we do not hurt innocent creatures merely for entertainment or the sickening thrill of it. Angels like him were killed when I was a child. Angels with small wings were marked by a nasty scar on their faces and cast out to die. If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit.

I said. I could see Rowen piecing things together, then anger flashed through his eyes. “Those dirty fucking Angels.” He muttered under his breath. “So what is their endgame? Why would they fake us out like that?” He asked. I just shook my head. “I have no idea, it doesn't make sense.” I replied, furrowing my brow. “Maybe we are going about it all wrong? Maybe the Angels aren't working with The Others at all? Maybe they have their own agenda and we keep thinking they are one and the same. The Others want to open a portal between The Otherside and our realm. The Angels have spoken about that, yes, but no one can do anything until the creature from this realm we are currently in, is released a

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

it answered, rolling its eyes. Chuckling, the Angel spread his wings and with an unprecedented speed, he grabbed his underlings' arms, dissolving the powers they were about to release. Giggling, he spread his arms, unintentionally throwing them far. The two ended up hitting their backs on a tree, feeling their spinal chords crack. "I'm sorry about that!" he softly chuckled, snapping his fingers to heal the two. "I forbid fights like this." "You! Why the hell did you--" Tenshi stopped when the Angel looked at him, its eyes purely void, making not just him froze but also Nisemono. They could easily sense the change of the Angel's mood.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

My hands around her throat; “Should I stop, baby?” “Nooo, so god don’t stop. I'm cumming, Kian. Don't stop, oh goddddd.” she screamed, “Who do you belong to, Angel?” “You, only you, fuck, I’m cumming,” she moaned. “Cum for me, Princess.” When I looked back, he was still there, our eyes locked, and he walked away. “Fuckkkk,” she screamed, her entire body lifted off the desk as she came screaming. I picked her up with her legs in my hands and started a mad thrust into her. She held onto me.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

he said turning me to face him “your beautiful eyes aren’t t be tainted with whatever bullshit this man is going through. You are going to go home, and relax. You’ve exhausted yourself enough, and I can’t keep watching you do so because you won’t be stopping yourself” “The man deserves what he’s going through” “And he’ll be going through a lot worse, but it doesn’t mean that I want you to watch any of it, nor does it mean that I’ll be lenient on him. I have information to get. However, an angel like yourself isn’t supposed to watch all that” Elijah said cupping my cheeks. I blushed at his choice of words and he smiled kissing my forehead “how about we go home now? We’ll be having enough time