Angels Mc Novels & Stories

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

And I should've been more understanding. Now, I know what I need to do. I need to make everything okay and ask for Angel's forgiveness. I will not lose her, I will make everything alright between us. ***** Hey, guys! I hope you like this chapter! I've dropped a few hints in the chapter. I know this chapter is short in length but I had to end this here. I have something exciting planned for the next chapter so... stay tuned? ;) What do you think about this chapter? Did Angela react irrationally or selfishly? Did Mason do right by bringing her here? Thank you for reading! Bloom M.

He even gave me a one-day grace period so I could still enjoy my freedom. Like why the hellcrap did I end up this way? I know I'm not a good person and I deserve every misfortune that life has to offer, but what the flying fuck? Seriously? A cunning supernatural creature with a horned skull for a mask? Bruh, if the universe wanted to punish me, they should have sent a sexy vampire instead.

Angel explained as she joined us. Klaryn was the leader of the Nabello demons that had been brought into the Shadow Falls pack lands, but they had their own pack within it. He was also the primary handler for the Hellhounds. “Good to know. Thank you, Remo,” I told him, running my hands through his fur. “Yes, thank you,” my brother agreed. Angel had a roller suitcase and a small duffle, which we took from her. “Do you have everything for now?” I asked her.

he said playing with his fan. ___________________________________________ Angel sat on the queen size bed in her "new room". It had white walls and a small window near the ceiling with bars on it. There was a bathroom, with no window just a tiny vent. Angel sighed to herself there was no way to escape. Suddenly her door opened to reveal an angry Alec. "What do you want" Angel said sacred. She didn't fail to notice how angry he was that she was brought here. "I'm here to get entertained and to have my revenge." He said sadistically as he approached her.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”

Angelina's mom Dreama, never married her dad. He was part of Dragons MC. A one per-center club that deals in drugs and other illegal acts. When Angel was three, her dad Tommy aka Scorpion went to jail. Fearing his club, her mom moved away to go live with her sister. Data and Angel's moms were sisters. When Angel was ten, her mom married a guy named Walter. Walter was a computer programmer and learned quickly that Angel was highly intelligent and a natural, so he taught her everything he knew. When he came into their lives, Angel's love for computers began.

angels"....the club's term for the women who serviced members anonymously through gloryholes, private rooms, and live exhibitions. Maya was twenty-six, had a master's degree in finance, and made more money working twelve hours per week at The Obsidian than she'd made in her previous corporate job working sixty hours per week. She was also addicted to it. To the anonymity. To the raw, brutal sex. To being used by strangers who saw her as nothing but holes to fuck. It was Wednesday night, one of her scheduled shifts and Maya stood in the "preparation room" with the other five angels working tonight, all of them getting ready.

The angels however gave a very weak clap. "The angels performing in this contestant are Michael, Carshena, Gadreel, Adriel and Nahamani". The response of the angels showed that they were very shocked at this new pattern. They however still clapped. Lucifer could not care less. He flew to the top of the stands and sat staring Carshena in the eyes. The angel gulped and flew to the bottom of the arena. Michael also made his way down and he tried to make eye contact with Lucifer. Lucifer however plastered a smile on his face and looked towards the crowd. If the angels were going to keep going against him instead of willingly accepting him, he was going to make them do so forcefully.