Archangel Romance Novels Novels & Stories

My heartbeat slows to nothing, while my conscience spins so fast everything blurs, at the first lick of his tongue against my lips. In turn, Marciano groans almost audibly before grazing my clit with his teeth. Pleasure like I’ve never felt before crashes into me. Hard. My tongue runs across my lips, and it feels like I’ve been sent into another orbit. I’m barely hanging on. “Look at me, Angelica,” Marciano barks out the order, his voice husky and raw. “Look at me while I eat your pussy.” The dirty talk takes me by surprise because we’ve been a little intimate, and though we never got this far, he never said anything like it before.

He is ruthless and heartless. ______________________________________________ Damon was sitting on the bed mentally cursing at his faith... Cursing that he just got married to his brother's girlfriend and love... The same girl who gave his brother so much pain... Now that which is his wife... He was waiting for her to come... So he could start her journey of hell. But little did he know he indeed got married but not with Liliana Miller but with Luciana Miller... An unknown broken Angel... Luciana slowly opened the knob of the room and again closed it after entering the room. But froze against the door.

Grace chuckled softly and I just eyed her quizzically as I digested all she was telling me. "That can't be true Grace. She's like a church mouse," I countered. Grace shook her head and suggested that I take a peek into her room she was using at my penthouse. I crossed my arms and chewed on my bottom lip. "Did she tell you how she became a fallen angel," I asked curiously and Grace nodded telling me she had been caught pegging one of the archangels and banished that day and sent to Lucifer. I asked if she said which archangel and she shook her head. I leaned back against the elevator wall and grinned as my dirty mind concocted scenarios that I hoped would occur. Grace pffts at me and I open m

The confusion drew upon me and my brothers but then the witch began speaking again. "She has let her wings spread and opened the door of her heart..." She spoke, her voice stretching out each of the words, "The season of love is knocking there and it's just one step afar...." She stopped, her hand lifting the cloth with her eyes still closed. A smile tugged at her lips, "He is there, her protector for eternities. The heart of the angel has now connected with the king just like the imperishable bond of their souls," Bond of the souls......That means the smell of that powerful Lycan that I sensed was because he was her mate.

Damien's POV How could he be so foolish? Inviting an angel to Hell was not only dangerous, but unheard of. When the angel king had stepped into the castle, the wave of pure energy was almost nauseating. However he couldn't help but admit that he enjoyed it. After the male had left, Damien deeply regretted his choice in words. Upon first seeing Ashton, he was mesmerized by the angel's beauty. He had been told by various guards that Heaven's heir was a sight to behold, but he wasn't expecting this. With an annoyed grunt, Damien collapsed on his plush bed. Every moment that passed, he continued to curse himself for attempting to maintain his reputation. It wasn't his original intentions to cont

Ace’s POV Angel’s twinkling eyes glared into mine, her lips weighing heavy on her from the passionate smooch we just shared. Nonchalantly, I forced my fingers in between her hand, and she welcomed me. Once we were holding each other tightly, I stood on my two's and helped her up, then we walked hand in hand to the hotel. The sexual anticipation lingering in the air could be told from her face, and the glances we kept stealing at each other. I for one was fighting my demons as usual, at the realization that this moment would’ve been better yet lived by my brother.

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.

I casually leaned against one of the castle’s stone columns, crossing my arms over my chest. “Yes really! That was all you! Can’t you see? You’re destined to bond with her! She’s your other half!” I stupidly stared at her for a few moments, those words of hers actually creating a some kind of conflict within me as indeed she was the Archangel of Fate and all that shit after all…However, I quickly brushed it off, choosing to contradict her instead. That couldn’t be true. Angels usually don’t have such thing. Let alone fallen ones.

Content Warning (Explicit) This chapter contains graphic sexual content, strong language, and themes of infidelity, power dynamics, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Intended for mature audiences 18+. If you are sensitive to morally gray relationships, explicit erotica, or taboo dynamics, please proceed with caution. Angel’s Pov. Dropping to my knees like the desperate sinner I was, I wrapped my fingers around him, dragging my nails along the throbbing veins that marked his shaft. The sight of his swollen tip and the feel of his heat in my hand made my nipples tighten and my pussy throb—soaked and aching with fresh want. I licked my lips, teasing th

ANGEL “My body might respond,” I hissed through clenched teeth, “but I will never want you. I will never stop hating you. And I will never stop trying to kill you.” “Promise?” His eyes sparkled with amusement and delight. “That makes my dick harder than anything else. The idea of spending the rest of my life with you trying to murder me while I’m balls deep inside you, fucking you into oblivion? That’s my fucking fantasy. Other men dream about tropical vacations. I dream about you with a gun to my head while I’m making you cum so hard you cry.”