Arch Angel Blade Novels & Stories

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Angel could feel the eyes of every pack member turning to her, and yet she could not stop the words from tumbling out, "Layon, do it for us!" Do it! Her wolf seemed to howl and as if Layon heard her, his eyes opened wide. Their gazes met across the field and Angel's head suddenly began to spin, feeling as though she might be looking into his eyes for the very last time. She felt as if she were being drained, as though somebody had opened a vein and was allowing her to bleed out, yet it was not for nothing.

Gabby looked at Amy and gave a sarcastic response: "Hey Amy. It's unbelievable the angel princess has come down to my home without any purpose." Then gabby noticed Casie and Sam and his eyes were glued on her wings. "Now I know what you want. So the golden angel has arrived. It's time now then." He laughed in an evil tone. "Yeah, Gabby. We need the angel blade from you." Amy said "Usually I would have denied you but since I need revenge from a dark angel as well for killing Mason hence I will give you the angel blade. However, you know the rule. It's always give and take."

Blinking back small tears, I only spared my brother’s visibly shook beast form a single glance before quietly nodding in agreement, not long after that quickly hearing the Archangel’s firm response, “Okay...I’ll do it.” “You sick, heartless MONSTER!” My eyes suddenly went wide at the sound of that feminine voice shouting so angrily, quickly noticing how the Reaper before me now blankly stared somewhere past me, soon enough facing the object of his undivided attention as I turned around. A small gasp flew out my mouth as I watched Blake relentlessly throw punch after punch, slap after slap between her labored breaths, letting out a loud sob as she so desperately cried out,

He laughed so hard that tears formed at the corners of his eyes. “Yet, that idiot Victor kept the box and threw away the Christmas gift himself,” he sneered and shook his head mockingly. “Rachel, he’s not worth your loyalty.” He extended his hand again. “I want you as my blade, and my patience is limited.” I shook my head. “I refuse to join the Falcone family.” Vincenzo’s sharp gaze swept across my face. “I have a better idea.” I smiled as I reached into my bag and took out the ring that symbolized the Donna, placing it in his palm.

I explained to those who did not know about Delmars. A small chuckle bubbled up from my sister who just gave me her famous, ‘I know something you don’t. Nah nah nah na.’ “Rumored, yes, but not in reality. Celeste will know the location of one that she hid when she fled with her bonded,” she damn near sing-songed, causing me to crack my signature smirk. It was a brilliant fucking thing that she had the forethought to hide it. Angel blades had been highly coveted once upon a time because they could kill any species despite whatever defenses they might have.

she asked her. “No.” Angel pulled a blade that she had apparently pocketed earlier. There was a cover over it. I supposed that it paid off to always be prepared. This was just one such instance. The blade slid smoothly across her collarbone, demonstrating how sharp it was. Crimson dropped down from the wound. Lucy cried out the entire time. Shit, if this was the strength of our elites… “Silver and wolfsbane hurts like a bitch. Doesn’t it?” Angel asked her with a smirk.

The eyes or facets shifted constantly, taking in every detail of the anomaly before them. The First Immortal’s voice echoed in her mind again. “These are the Architects. They hold the design of all realities. Fear is expected, but it will not save you. Trust the bond. Trust the Blade. Trust yourselves.” Seraphine inhaled, feeling the surge of energy between her and the immortal beside her. The Blade of Origin pulsed with their connection, carving a line of light through the shadows. The colossal Architect shifted, and a resonance struck her mind. Images of countless realities flashed before her threads of lives, worlds, civilizations, all vibrating in perfect order. And through it, she saw t

Angel took a glance at Blaze who was grinning. “What?! I thought it would be more fun to tell them together!” the other Were said. Angel chuckled. "They are in the frosty island, guys” Angel said, walking down to his cell. "Dead?" Kurt asked. "Free…" Blaze answered with a triumphant smirk. "He is real then?" another Were asked. Angel nodded, knowing he meant Xavier. "He killed all of Antonio Rufus's guards. We barely made it out alive," Angel said with pride. "He is Angel's kin," Blaze supplied. The others gasped except for Kurt who knew Angel was Wulfblood.

“You both had access. That makes you both guilty.” Angelo collapsed to his knees. “Please. My wife—she’s sick. My son—he needs medicine. I’ve never—please, I swear!” Aria didn’t flinch. “Loyalty doesn’t beg.” She raised her hand. The Ash Blade on the left moved like lightning. One shot. Clean. Angelo crumpled to the floor, lifeless. The pit beneath the glass hissed open. His body dropped like dust. Michelli didn’t cry. She just stood straighter.