Angels Reyes Novels & Stories

I knew that Matei would go all in, and I assumed his friends were trusted people, capable, but he sent the best, and that the best happened to be his friends was something out of luck, I guess. "Angelo, you're up," Cadmus said, and I looked at the man, who looked more human than supernatural. I knew he was an angel, but there was nothing evident that separated him from a supernatural or a human. He nodded, removed his shirt, and out of his back, a couple of majestic wings. He lifted his body in the air, and his body blended with the blue and white in the sky. "Alright, guys..." Angelo said in the earpiece.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

he said, slightly pleased but also a bit irritated by the delay. "Yes, Mr. E." Michael immediately complied with his request. A few minutes later, Yanah was on the line. "Mr. Montenegro, don't worry. Everything is fine," she said immediately. "Ms. Reyes, you know that Angel’s case is very close to me. I want you to do everything you can to save her," he said gently. When he returned to the shelter, he looked for the child who introduced God to him. He found out that she was there by herself. Since she was an orphan and had fallen ill, she was left at the shelter by her mother's sibling.

he says and finally I could move, I sat up, but I wasn't in my body, it felt more like I'm a ghost or maybe I'm just dead. "Andy" I call but he was laying next to me not answering, next I was now looking for daddy and Keiran but couldn't find them, all the people around us, they all looked like they couldn't see me. "No one can see us, just me" the new guy says, I looked at him, really looked at him, he had wings, big white wings, unlike the ones Keiran has. "Who are you?" I ask him. "I'm Azrael, the angel of death," he says, he's the last angel I'd want to meet or see, but he's here now to take us.

Remy’s eyes close for a heartbeat, the way a man absorbs a hit so the kid behind him doesn’t have to. “Who is that?” I ask, because my body already knows a plot twist when it hears heels on hardwood. He opens his eyes. The bond steadies enough for me to stand on it. Perfume—aggressive, practiced—sweeps the foyer. His jaw works once, twice—the only giveaway he has when he remembers that some histories don’t stay shelved just because you’ve built a better room. “Angel,” he says quietly. “My ex.”

he assured and after planting so many kisses on the poor boy, the two left and angel smiled warmly "They make a good couple...and I'm the big matchmaker in this...yes champ I'm the one who set them up and look...mom and dad are together...your uncle is truly great"angel said and took diego by the hand and made their way to the living room to play video games ***

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

the old man replied. "Did you suffer?" Angel’s mother asked him. Angel gave her a warm smile. "None that I couldn't bare, but the goddess did answer your prayers and sent an Angel to me. Without her help, I would not have been able to contact Xavier. Without her, I would be dead," Angel said. "She is human?" His father asked. Angel nodded. "She is one of my captor's family but also one of us…" "I don't understand," his mother said with a puzzled frown.

Victor forced himself upright, clutching his nose as he shouted, “Leonardo, follow Rachel’s orders!” “Yes, Donna.” Leonardo’s response came quicker than I expected. With that, I hung up and tossed the phone back beside Victor. He lowered his hand. Blood dripped from his nose, staining the front of his shirt. “Rachel, I know you’re angry. Just take that punch as my apology.” He smiled faintly. “We have a lifetime ahead of us. If you want to punch me once a day to vent, that’s fine with me as well.” I ignored him and held out my hand. “Car keys.”

Ethan frowned at the person's lack of manners and he joined the table uninvited. "Hey Jackie, long time no see," he said in his Spanish accent "Yeah, Alejandro. Where have you been?" she asked "Around. As you are here, would you come to visit me in my Casino?" he asked "Sure, I will. By the way say hi to my good friend, Ethan Carter," she introduced before the man noticed Ethan who was sitting behind him with the way he positioned his seat just to speak with Jacqueline. "Oh, Si, Your boyfriend?" he said and hugged Ethan