Avenging Angel Book Novels & Stories

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.’

"He told me that if I wanted to fight back, if I truly wanted to stand against the devils, there was only one place for me—the Angels of the Burning Sun. A place that doesn't take open applications, that only the chosen few even know about. He said he would personally arrange for my recruitment, that my abilities and my curse made me someone they couldn’t ignore. That if I wanted vengeance, this was the path." Her tone was like steel, like the edge of a blade drawn in the moonlight. The room remained deathly still, the weight of her words pressing against the walls. "So I decided… I will be their demise." Her voice was unwavering now—no sorrow, no hesitation. Only cold, righteous vengeance.

“I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.” As soon as he said those words, he vanished. His entire presence simply disappeared before me. I clenched my fists tightly. Then, out of nowhere, my attention snapped toward the window. Luna Ravina had appeared. “Angelicca... Looks like they have to send you off sooner than expected... But I will add something to the punishment... Thank goodness I wasn't late for this..." I didn’t hesitate. I rushed toward her with full force but just as I was about to reach her, a sudden burst of black light exploded from the cr

Well, now something is reborn within me. Let my hope blaze, sweet invisible light, Now it shall burn with flames, Within the eternal night, Its heat shall burn bright with a will nothing will ever tame And if I fall or rise, I will do it on my own. “I need these glamour potions and the smell inhibitor again. I have to become a new person, Stine, with a new appearance, scent everything. I was ready to once again be reborn and this time nothing would make me fall.” The angel of revenge is back and she wants flames/fire.

My veins pumped with venom so thick I felt it would kill me. “And then I found something.” I inhaled raggedly. “With Daniel, I found someone who wanted me. Who chose me. He made me feel like I was the most important thing in the world. And you couldn’t stand it. So you burned him alive and dragged me back here to this—this pink fucking tomb—” “Angel—” “I DIDN’T ASK TO BE SAVED!” The words ripped out of me so violently my throat burned. “I was HAPPY. For the first time since you threw me away, I was happy, and you destroyed it because you couldn’t handle someone else having what you gave up!”

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

My breath caught instantly. His ginger hair glowed copper beneath the burning light, messy and damp with rain and ash. The hood of his black cloak had fallen back slightly, shadows cutting sharply across his face. Thick black slime dripped slowly from the knife in his hand, sliding down the dark fabric of his sleeve like ink. For a second, he didn’t move. Didn’t speak. He just stood there like something unreal, his chest rising slowly. Mysterious, terrifying, beautiful eyes fixed on me through the smoke. His face identical to that of an angel’s worn by something far too dangerous to ever be called holy.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

“What could be worse than selling her into a trafficking ring? Those men would ravage her whole.” But he only looked at me. He leaned in close, and I felt his minty breath on my face as he whispered, “Nothing those men would do to you could compare to what I will do to you.” And then he stood. “My name is Angelo Armani,” he said. His voice was a deep baritone. “I’m the angel of death.” He looked at me like I was already buried. “And you will be my slave.”

"Besides the handsome face, you should also make sure that I get a good partner! Look, I'm just a girl! I don't know what's good and what's not!" Shit! And she thinks I know all that? How do I know they are good or bad? "And, please take me back to the hospital, it's time for me to take medicine!" *** "Oh my god! Can you knock before you come in?" the Angel Julian screamed as he saw my presence. Come on! I don't even understand why Angels need houses and doors! We can penetrate anything, so what is it all for? "Hey, aren't you in charge of recording the good and bad of humanity?"I asked as I approached Julian, who was busy with all the monitors in front of him.