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I knew the creatures that were banished here were unsafe for our realm… But I couldn’t imagine Dominik doing anything that could be deemed unsafe. It was just a strange feeling. Besides the feeling of doom that I got around him, and well, all of them really, I couldn’t imagine them being so bad to deserve this punishment. It seemed crazy. “I’m sorry you have been here that long, that is insane. What kind of creature are you anyways?” I asked. I probably shouldn’t have, but I was curious. Being Human I didn’t really know much about the supernatural. He stepped back from me for a moment. “I am an angel.” He said, and suddenly a very large pair of black wings sprouted from his back. They were g

"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.

The hands of demonic rejects sprung out at her from the shadows, grabbing her delicate skin and pulling her back into the darkness, whispering her deepest fears into her ear. "You are evil, like him." "You did this to them!" "Their blood is on your hands!" "They are dying because of you, for you!" "Accept the truth… you're a monster." "Like father, like daughter." As quick as she broke free from their grasp, another set of hands would take their place and try to chip away at her resolve. I could feel the anger rising in her; with a frustrated scream, she exposed her glorious angelic wings, one bright white, tinged with shimmers of light, the other breath-taking ebony tainted with luscious ob

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

At least three more angels were regaining their footing from his attack. “Why, you mongrel!” One shouted as he raised a blade at André’s retreating. ‘Oh, like hell that’s happening.’ I snarled as I rushed the angel. Lucius lept and clamped his jaws onto the arm, wielding the weapon. I don’t think my bite made the bastard yell in pain and try to shake Lucius off. His flesh was burning where it made accidental contact with the hemlock. Well, shit, hemlock is to angels what wolfsbane is to us. Good to know. I will make sure we start growing a shit ton of that if these feathered fucks think they have any claim on my future children.

With a dull boom, dazzling fireworks exploded across the night sky, shattering into millions of starlights before slowly falling away. The shifting light painted Victor’s profile in flickers of brightness and shadow, like something out of a dream. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he murmured, “Do you like it? I prepared this just for you.” I stared at the brilliant yet fleeting display, and an uncontrollable sadness hit me. This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear.

Two angels. They were Real. Not painted, not carved. They were Living. Their bodies glowed faintly, tall and broad, like fire burned under their skin. One had black hair that fell like midnight, and his eyes were sharp, and dangerous. The other glowed golden, his smile soft but sinful at the same time. I couldn’t breathe. Mira tried to speak, her voice shaking. “We’re sorry… we shouldn’t be here.” “Shouldn’t you?” The golden one stepped closer, each step slow, his bare feet silent on the marble floor. His voice was teasing and playful, like he already knew us. “You climbed all this way. Maybe your soul already knew what it wanted.”

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 Angel. A small smile made it across my lips at the thought of my little Angel as I made my way in. But my smile was soon replaced by a frown when I saw Angel lying on the ground, unconscious. "ANGEL!"

Angela’s POV I was on my way home when I saw an old lady selling some key chains. I walked towards her and looked at those key chains laid on an open box. “Come and buy some key chains now, young lady..” said the old lady. I smiled at her and browsed at the set of keychains again when I saw two keychains of a boy and a girl. The girl is smiling while the boy is crossing his arms and looks pissed. I suddenly remembered Lucifer. He looks exactly like this keychain. I chuckled. “Are you planning to give it to your boyfriend?” asked the old lady.