Anime Angel Male Novels & Stories

“Psst...” "What?" “A man is approaching you,” Ellena elbowed her hard in the arm. Angel looked to the right to find the man Ellena was referring to. His face was not bad. He wore dark blue denim, a fitted t-shirt and a leather jacket. His style was masculine and not too bawdy like the others. Angel felt she needed to give the man a chance. Especially because she wanted to forget the face of her asshole boss. "Hi.” “Hi.” “I've been watching you and seeing something beautiful in you."

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”

Jut always remember that once the curtained open, you are Psyche, and not Angela. I was just mumbling some self-encouragements when I felt someone stood beside me. I quickly tilted my head at my side and I think my jaw just literally dropped upon seeing the most handsome angel standing beside me. He’s wearing a white loose long-sleeved shirt and a white pants with a huge white wings attached on his back. His hair goes back to its curl again and it made him more resemble with a real angel. I was surprised when he suddenly looked at me. Then his eyes went down to my dress then to the neckline of my dress. I quickly covered myself using my hands as I took a step back from him. I even saw him la

A smooth rich voice cut through the silence. “Do you truly not know who he is? Or are you just choosing to be willfully ignorant?” I looked up, and a few feet above us an angel hovered. Not a Nephilim, or a half-breed; but a full blooded angel. No wonder they were scared, Nephilim were strong but they were nothing against an original. His deep purple wings were spread wide, slowly beating the air with fluid motions. His hair, the color of midnight, hung in a thick fall around his shoulders. Cheekbones so sharp they could cut glass, with lips twisted up into a sneer he was imposing; power radiating off of him in waves. One eyebrow arched when he didn’t receive an answer and instead the Nephil

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.”

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

Follow up with Van. Van is not like other angels. He is the highest of all but in the eyes of the angels he has no wings. Actually there is. But the eyes of angels do not see that. Only he and those above him can see that. He didn't deny it on purpose. The eyes can't really see it

Angeles had of course followed me, telling me to stop my PMS mood while trying to grab my arm. “Stop being a dick and maybe I’ll stop my ‘PMS’ mood” I snapped, shoving him off of me. “How the hell do you expect me to fucking take you with!? Are you demented!?” “You’re the one demented!? What idiot just-“ The door slammed behind me, my whipping my head around – wanting to unleash the rage at whoever decided to bother us. Yet, my eyes widened at the man by the door. He looked like Angeles. With the same angry eyes and forceful spirit. Just like thirty years older.

As if hearing his thoughts an angelic young man appeared on the throne room double door and started walking into the throne room, his pale white porcelain skin was glowing, his cascading shoulder length hair was so white as if it was a white bulb itself as flutters in the wind, the male's white eyebrows were contorted in a slight frown, the young man angular face was so beautiful like an angel, his chiseled body was so sexy and would turn any girl on immediately. When the angel got close enough to the throne the man saw his face and was frozen stiff "A...Angelo?, h...how come?" he asked but it was more like he was asking himself than the angel in front of him, the angel's frown disappeared a