Novel & Cerita Angron The Red Angel

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

Blood coats my knuckles, the sight of it almost as sobering as the feel of his bones breaking beneath my fists. And then, in one final act, driven by the deep-seated anger, I reach into Cezar’s chest, my claws sinking deep, and with a ruthless tug, I pull out his heart. The blood rushes to my head as I watch the life leaving his eyes, but I still feel hungry for vengeance. I listen as Orion swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. “Nero... what did you see?”

"Remember the book about the orbs? The one we are trying to achieve is the purple orb also known as Murasaki. It says that it only appears when the night sky is awake." "I feel chills already," Selena mumbled, rubbing both of her arms. Slowly, Kitto closed his hand. No wonder why the Angel had appeared before him. He is warned that this orb is his to defeat. Apologizing to Arwha will have to wait until they get the orb. Menna was tip toeing, trying to reach a flower of the purple robe black locust tree when she saw how the sky was clear blue today. No big cotton clouds that she enjoys. She stopped reaching and smiled cutely.

I continued, “If you and my brother are fucking, I swear I will have your blood on my hands. I’ve killed hundreds of people before, you’ll just be another one of them. You should never long to see me angry, ever?” Angel started shaking at the mention of me killing people. She struggled letting her sobs come out, I was still blocking her windpipe. She was on the brink of collapsing, so I let her go. I'm not planning to kill her, at least as of yet. I watched her grasp for air, holding her throat. After she balanced the oxygen in her body, she started wailing. “If you don't open this door now Ace, I'm going to break it. Leave Angel alone, it's not her fault!” Luis mumbled, still fighting a los

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.

She looked pale and sweaty. Red entered the lounge, a cigar stuck between his lips. He took a long drag at it and exhaled a puff of grey smoke. “I see you’ve met my other guests. Feeling better, dear?” he addressed Angelica. “The hold was too hot for the poor blighters.” Angelica moved closer to her husband who put his arm protectively around her shoulder. “You keep us like animals.” The young man snarled at Red, his face was bruised and his T-shirt stained with dried blood. Gabrielle put a restraining hand on his arm. Her eyes warned him to keep quiet.

He shifted too, and what emerged from him was unlike anything in the room had ever seen. A wolf the color of fresh snow mixed with pure gold, red stripes running down his spine like something painted by the moon itself, his frame larger and more ancient looking than even Angora’s stolen form. They clashed. Angora struck first, driving forward with everything the Bloodstone had given her, her claws raking across his shoulder. He absorbed the blow without staggering and answered with a strike that sent her sliding backward across the cracked stone floor. She recovered fast, lunging for his throat, and he sidestepped with an ease that made the movement look almost gentle before his jaws closed

Seething with anger, Evan stormed off in his car, leaving Phil to revel in the moment, Angel was long gone before he could even think of venting his anger. It was not like she was not up for the ultimate challenge. She was ready to take on Evan, but more importantly, she was prepared to crash his birthday party. As it turned out, she had received an invitation, courtesy of the plan for the Baristanas family. Angel got herself dressed up. Pairing a red gown with a daring side slit with a pair of golden heels. Her golden earrings were a compliment. But, her red dress was not the dress code on the invitation card. She never planned on wearing white. That wouldn't make her stand out.