Archangel's Shadows Novels & Stories

I shrugged like the shadow could see me. “I mean, you’d let me kill him despite the fact that he’s also your enemy? And then you’ve already mapped up a plot where I'm the star? Nah, way too good” There were a lot of other things I could add to that list but those were the crucial points. Who was the shadow? The archangel of revenge? Why’d this mysterious person appear right when I’d began to battle my priorities harder than ever? “I can see why all of that sounds too promising, so I’ll give you a few days to think it over” the shadow sounded so confident, it was both admirable and sickening.

"Wow. Okay, that really surprised me. I always thought his exile was because of the other stuff, you know? Like for example-" "We can discuss that some other time," Sam cuts in, not caring if the wolf was Alpha Supreme or not. "Now we have to follow up on those angel leads." Julian looked at Lianan, the former Aurora clan fighter, who stood in a defensive posture, aware of the tension in the air. "After that last move, what else can Shadow report? Lianan took a deep breath before answering Julian. "The Shadow has limited information about the fallen angels, but they are believed to be involved in clandestine activities and seek power and influence on their own. Although they are not directly

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."

But now, seeing that he has already crossed the line, I no longer hesitate on killing the man. A black mist gathered on the floor where Lorde's shiny boots touched and from the wooden desk where he was leaning. I was very pleased as it swirled around him like a tornado, but before it began to suck the air out of his lungs, I hissed as a holy barrier immediately blocked the black mist, quickly expelling it. Double shit. The Archangel showed itself again. Raphael appeared at Lorde's back, standing next to Michael Winner's study chair. He gave me an immediate glower and bared his pure white teeth.

Creating plausible deniability for when he inevitably destroyed me. "Where is Ethan?" I forced the words out. "Here." A new voice. Male. Familiar. Marcus emerged from the shadows, pushing a wheelchair. Ethan sat in it, looking pale but unharmed. "Hart?" Ethan's voice was confused. "What is happening? This man said you needed me. That it was an emergency." "Marcus." I stared at Declan's former lawyer. "You are working with them?" "I have always been working with them." He moved to stand beside Camilla. "Or more accurately, they have been working with me."

I was pinned down but, I would fight with everything in me. I reached out to Rudolph through my mind and gave a mental image of everything. I knew now why I felt so connected to him. It had nothing to do with me, yet it felt like it had everything to do with me. I was his eternal soulmate. We were Shadows of the night passing each other, torn apart by death but, meant for each other by fate. Eternal soulmates, yet shadows in the dark. I reached for Rudolph with everything in me. I could almost see him in the field of flowers. He reached for me. I felt myself fading. Edgar must have figured out our connection in my mind cause he screamed.

He was being watched. "Hello?" He muttered as he looked around uncomfortably. Something just didn't feel right in here. Suddenly a dark figure emerges from the shadows and pounces on him. Grabbing his neck tight in an effort to strangle him. Prince Ryder stared into those familiar cold grey eyes which were now a very stormy grey, as they stared at him without recognition. "My alpha". He called out in a choked up manner, not recognising his own voice. Alpha Ethan raised up an arm already shifted to a paw, ready to strike and prince Ryder's eyes widen as he let out an ear pressing scream.

Iconic. Bukky ducked behind a forklift and returned fire, barking curses in Spanish as he clipped two more. “Cover right!” The Shadow King yelled, diving low. The fight was brutal, quick, but the Shadows were built for this. Shadows don’t blink. They don’t panic. And then, like thunder rolling in, their secret roared to life. Antonioni signaled. A whistling whine pierced the air thickly. From behind a metal crate, one of his boys hoisted it, and two controlled it from their ends.

Mr Green said and Mr Carter frowned. "Just hear it out," Mr Green said to Mr Carter and turned to Martin. "So what I am going to do is pretty simple. I will open three separate accounts in the bank system using ghost names but in each of the accounts, I will name the three of us here as beneficiaries to the account. I crush the bank system and move some funds into that account leaving no trace. Now we have up two seventy-two hours to execute everything if not we will be caught," Martin explained and Mr Carter's face drew lines.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.