Angels Slime Novels & Stories

SMACK SMACK The jolt shocks my system as something wet and absolutely delightful coats my lips. I lick it and when the blood hits my tongue my eyes pop open. Angel is hovering over me, holding a blood bag in her hands. She puts it to my mouth and I suck, getting the surge I desperately need. Angel then grunts as she tries to sit me up and my brain short circuits somewhere, I immediately turn and bite the top of her arm. “Damn it! Should have known,” she screams, as I suck and feel the pull of magic.

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

"THEN FUCKING DO SOMETHING, NIMROD!" "I'LL GET HELP!" Daniel riffled through the drawers to his little pulpit and pulled out a key ring with a thousand keys on it. A couple of wafers of ambrosia fell out on the floor as I hunched down, screaming as my fingers blackened. Underneath was tanned skin, and I couldn't tell if that was a good or bad thing. An ear fell off, and Daniel looked like he was going to vomit. "Oh fuck this!" Angels, as a rule of thumb, did not reveal their true selves when humans were around, alive or dead.

It looked like a huge slug, with a wide, gaping, toothless mouth, stubby arms that were clasped around a big, erect cock that it was rubbing enthusiastically. It's small, piggy eyes roamed over my naked body hungrily. 'YespleasebossIdohergoodforyou.' It slurred its words, clearly excited at the prospect, but the thought of this repulsive creature touching me made the bile rise in my mouth, and I shuddered violently. The Angel indicated the creature should come closer, and I screamed when he spun me around to face the wall and leaned against me, keeping me still as he purred into my ear.

I find a fresh outfit before stripping out of my sweaty morning clothes. I put my old clothes in a basket. Each dorm room has their own personal maid that keeps our rooms clean and washes our clothes. Because apparently angels are incapable of taking care of that themselves. I go to my bathroom and quickly take out my contacts. The damn things dry my eyes out and burn like hell but the Council would kill me if I didn’t wear them. Light angels have light eyes and hair. Dark angels have dark eyes and hair. The Council forbids the mixing of the breeds: hybrids are killed on sight.

he moaned wrapping his hands around my neck. "You like that?" I asked breathlessly. "Fuck yeah," he replied. "Oh," I moaned throwing my head back. I moved my hips forward and backwards and he kept moaning. "I'm going to cum," he moaned out. I stopped grinding myself on him and took him into my mouth sucking him till he released in my mouth. I swallowed the sweet but salty substance down my throat. He pulled me back to him and kissed me, "I Love You." "I Love you too," I responded. End of smut scene!

I completely agree with his decision to remove Jamari from my office, she seemed far too interested in the sound of the Angel’s voice for my liking. It is bad enough that I have to come to terms with sharing her with the Lycan mutt, I’m not sure that I’ll be able to handle having more men to fight for her attention just yet. A throat clears from in front of me. “How very much you like to tune out those that are speaking to you.” Remiel scolds me. My eyes flash up to the Angel standing in front of my desk with his arms crossed over his massive chest. Angels might be the more docile of the creatures, but they sure were built for fighting. Remiel towers over me at around seven feet tall and the

Adom looked away from the squabbling creature's and back towards the battle. There was a cloud of magic that hung over the fighting masses and he smiled as it continued to swell with every death-Angels death, that is. Thousands of demons had been lost, but they were never truly alive to begin with. Their essences would be cast back into hell and they would be reborn once more with only the need to fight. But the hundreds of dead Angels . . . their souls had been been carefully collected. Lucifer would consume some of them but others would be repurposed into greater demons to serve him.

From the cracks on the frozen white space crawled out a looming shadow swallowing the angel as it enshrouded it with its misty limbs… Satiana’s hair darkened from a silver-white hair to a jet black hair… a pitch-black just like that darkness that she called for… Her eyes shimmered in a crimson hue, a grin on her porcelain-like face making the angel experience a bone-shaking fear… something it never experienced… And as a final act of struggle… it started praying…