Avenging Angel Book Novels & Stories

My Angel would be safe, no matter the cost. "Whose men were those?" I demanded, my voice low and even, but simmering with a fury that threatened to boil over at any moment. I could feel my heart still racing from the adrenaline of the chase, my mind replaying the image of Angel's terrified face as bullets whizzed past her head. Clark's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of wariness in his eyes as he hesitated before answering. I took a step closer to him, my eyes narrowing. "Tell me, Clark. Whose men were those? Victor's? Russo's? Or someone else entirely?" My voice dropped to a growl. "I want to know who dared to put her in harm's way."

In a snap, the impact made her face the opposite direction as the loud thud became a harmony to my ears, especially when I heard desperate coughs that even came with marvelous blood. Was it because I inserted a small hammer inside the book or just simply because of my strength alone? Well, either way, this woman who's currently tied upside down to a thick pole is still doomed because I was just warming up. A sinister smile formed on my thin lips as my gentle hands slowly removed her blindfold. And as our eyes finally met, her screams immediately surrounded the whole place as if it could actually make a difference in her fate. But sure. Let her react as much as she can because that'll be the

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

Glancing back at the door, I felt the urge to back away, but I stayed back. Gulping hard, I reached for the book; it almost dropped off my hand due to its heaviness. I sat on one of the chairs and opened it. The first page had me reeling in shock. It was a history book of the generations that existed centuries before. From the first page, I was glued to the introduction of all the varying beings and their respective strengths. My eyes rounded like saucers when I saw the page about angels. I thought they were a myth, but I am reading about their existence on Earth. Each creature has a birthmark, and I was shocked to see the same mark as the one on my lower belly behind me. Wings.

"If you do then why are you dragging it too much... Talk to him." Serenity sighed and walked away. She was in the hallway when she came across the Angle. "What are you doing here?" Serenity asked. "I wanted this book... Spells and chantings" Angel showed the thick dark book. "Mom, i healed... I did it..." She smiled. Serenity smiled at her. "I am proud of you..." She kissed her forehead. When serenity touched Angel, her future flashed in front of her eyes. Serenity stepped back with loud and fearful gasp.

“West wing. Third floor. Section twelve. Look for the silver spine editions, Old World Ritual Compacts and Divine Bonding Theories.” Auren bowed slightly in thanks, turned, and padded away like some kind of sexy, barefoot academic god. The man moved like gravity didn’t fully apply to him. His wings were still out, tucked in loosely but massive and gorgeous, brushing bookshelves as he passed. Riven muttered under his breath, “Damn showoff,” but grinned like he meant the opposite. Kael just shook his head. “We’re in a throuple with a literal angel. What even is our life?”

But the angel was always able to avoid their aims. “It’s called winnowing.” “…Like in Sarah J Maas’ books?” “Who?” The angel just shifted to the left with his wings to avoid the appearance of a vampire who was then bit by a wolf and was brought to the street. Six vampires remained in the air still pursuing us. While dozens of wolves with Renald in the front running on the street below us.

he retorted. "I am his beloved buttercup!" Angel declared, unable to stop herself as the words spilled out. Evan's expression turned to one of shock before feeling disgust at her declaration. Angel quickly composed herself and then continued, "Do not ever shove me out of the car again, or I will feed your corpse to the birds!"

The extremities of humans' and demons' auras changes colour according to their emotions. The book is set during a time when the angels and demons are at war. The story centers around an angel called Angela who lives on earth. She is known to be a gentle, demure, and kind angel who helps the poor and starving, settle disputes, and promote fairness. Peace and happiness are always left in her wake.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men