Angels Reyes Novels & Stories

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

A huge smile engulfed his face as he leaped to his feet and dived into her open arms. “Where have you been?” Michael signed with so much brio. “I’ve been out,” Rebecca signed back. “Why then do you look so dirty?” He signed, furrowing his brows in confusion. “And what are those?” he signed, pointing to the dark patches on her face and wrists. “It’s nothing,” She signed back. Brianna who was still eating ravenously looked up and saw Rebecca’s face. She widened her eyes, dropping the plastic spoon she was eating with.

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.

Selena did the same and so was the rest of their team. They were all emotional right there, leading to a decision that she should accept the offer. Getting to know him will increase their chances. Information is essential. Nisemono might have thought he outsmarted them but they can take advantage of it too. After all they are part of the Angel's entertainment. "Oi! Muchie!" The Angel of Death calls his friend, waving from a fair distance, flying to his friend. "Thank you for watering my flowers!" "Back so soon? Did you sent them already?"

the demon itself. “What the fuck do you want, Mr. Hunter?” I said, groaning in frustration. “You, my Angel '' he whispered softly. I gritted my teeth angrily, shoving him but failing miserably. He gave me a smirk glare, “Darling, would you go on a date with me?” he asked, throwing his charms at me. I was awed at his look, because any woman would fall on her knees for just his touch, his looks, but but, I am not any woman. I am Angel Rose, the lonely soul on this Earth who has no worries in the universe to take care of. I need only my checks, to pay my bills. I have no one to look after and no one to look after me. I am what I am. A free birdy. I am happy the way I am. I wasn’t afraid of any

I can't lose my angel! *************************

I looked down at my feet and I nodded at Maria to leave to her room within the chamber. “Papa!” Daniel cried out. He smiled and lifted our son in his arms, kissing him. “Hello, Aguilar. We have missed you deeply.” I said, watching as he extended his hand to me. I kissed his knuckle, and he smiled before putting a hand on my cheek. I leaned in toward his touch, giving in to it. “You seem to have been tiring your mother,” Aguilar said, turning his attention to Daniel. “Not at all, Alpha.” I said, not wanting Daniel to be the one to respond. “You know that his playing and his attitude is one that I love. I would not ask for more.”

ANGELA VALDES had known her escape from prison was too good to be true, but the suddenness and violence with with Dios. Was Ramos dying? Was he already dead? The gag in her mouth kept her from screaming, but her soul cried out in anguish. The blind warrior, a Shadowman from the heavens with a magical wolf spirit, had tried so desperately to save her. He’d been too drugged and injured to fight, and ended up face down in the mud, blood gushing from a knife wound in his back.

Little moonlight came in through the dark curtain that stood on the window and the gray color of the wall that didn't help in that regard. — Angel Backer, wow! A red— haired girl greeted me with a friendly smile. — I'm Joyce, that's Carlos, from Mexico, Gus you met and the mess there is Lydia! — his forefinger pointed to each. — Hey, why am I Carlos from Mexico? You shitty xenophobes! — the guy in the kitchen yelled angrily. I smiled shyly as the rest of the staff laughed. — Shut up, Carlos! I don't care about him. — Gus replied. — Change that song, Lydia.

My face fell, “But who are the others?” “There are three. You can save them all, but there will be a price.” I sighed, holding my head in my hands. “Who are they?” “My son will help you, he is a healer, as I am.” “Who are you?” The angel’s face lit up, a bright smile adorning his attractive features. The angel took his glasses off, revealing light-colored eyes. My mouth fell open, “I am the Arch Angel Raphael, but in my human form, you can call me Azarias, Az for short.”