Archangel Romance Novels Novels & Stories

Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from demons?" Amy: "As you can see there is light everywhere in Angelina. The sun never sets here. So Angelina does not have night and dark angels practice dark magic and need darkness around them. Demonalia Den is the place where there is no light. There is darkness every time." Casie: "Ok I get it. So dark angel do not come here." Amy: "No there were occurrences when demon and dark angels have tried attacking Angelina and so for that, we have to be prepared and so you need to take the training session seriously and the best angels than becomes archangels."

I throw my arms around him tightly, burying my face in his neck before he can lose his shit. "Azren, please," I whisper desperately, my voice shaking. "Don't get angry. Not right now. You're still burning up. I can't watch you hurt again. Please." He stays rigid for another second. Then a long, exhausted sigh leaves him. His arms slowly come around my waist, holding me close even though his body is trembling with the effort. "I'm not angry at you, Angel," he murmurs against my hair. "I think... the voice you heard was your wolf. She's waking up. She doesn't like him near you. That's why she reacted."

What To Expect ✓ Fallen Angel Romance ✓ Possessive/ clingy Hero ✓ Powerful Heroine ✓Smutt ✓ Celestial Politics ✓ Forbidden Love ✓ Enemies Hunting The Heroine ✓ Reincarnation Mystery ✓ Touch-Her-And-Die Energy ✓More smutt ✓ Epic earth shattering sex with a literal fallen angel, one who fucks his girl with his wings out Short Author’s Note Every story in this anthology explores a different kind of supernatural romance. Some heroes are monsters. Some are kings. Some are villains. Some are devils But all of them fall as hard as they fuck! The Bound to the fallen angel is a dark fantasy romance about fate, obsession, second chances, and a love that survives across lifetimes.

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

She moved behind him, held his shoulders and tried to massage him. "What are you doing?" He questioned his voice very deep and unwelcoming "Just trying to make you relax. You are too tensed up," she replied moving away from behind him "I don't entertain romance in my company. I am not starting one in my office," he said sternly "I am sorry," she apologized and took her seat.

Thankfully, she was rather displeased after her video went viral. Hence, I first made an excuse to visit her to grant myself an opportunity to seek the truth from her. Only when Yvette was drunk would she spill the beans. She clearly had feelings for me. Yet, she couldn't agree to date me because she was worried about many things. Thankfully, I was able to offer her the security she needed, and I always hoped to make her feel safe. Eventually, I married my angel. Despite our age difference—she was 30 and I was 22 when we got married—she was the one who seemed younger at heart in our relationship.

she whispers quietly. I watch the firelight flickering in her eyes, and slowly the world seems to shrink around us, till it's just her and me. It's our little slice of heaven, and I hope it lasts forever. THE END ************** NEW STORY TITLE: ARCHANGEL (EROTICA) Finding solace in the arms of a stranger. Enjoy... *********** I don't know where Ceridwen came from. I think she's a melange of the tired city girls you see every day on the London commute.

Angel drives me wild, my fingers do circles around her clit while my palm is rubbing around her opening catching her delicious juices, after a while I cup my hand bring it round to my mouth and drink, then rushing back in with kisses that I had briefly stopped, I make her taste herself from my lips which only encourages her further, she steps back off my lap, unlike her she takes full control pushing back so I’m laid on the bed, she gets on the floor on her knees and sucks as much of my cock I to her mouth as she can, pure heaven. I hear gag and see her eyes watering down her face and she still doesn’t stop, I can’t help but feel my load buildup like it’s going to explode and asif she can se