Avenging Angels Book Novels & Stories

"And Jet, you're dismissed." Jet and Marcus left, leaving me alone. As the door closed, I leaned back in my chair, studying the photo of Siara once more. I tapped a finger against the edge of the folder, a predatory gleam in my eye. "What a bloody good coincidence," I whispered to myself. I reopened the folder and started reading through Siara Movark's file in detail. It was no longer about the money-no, it was personal. It was revenge.

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.

“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

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."

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

The guards rally around him in a protective shield as if they could protect him from him if he had wanted him dead. Angel swatted both Antonio Rufus's guards and Xavier’s werewolves out of his way as he waded his way toward Antonio Rufus. Seeing now that Xavier was getting dangerously close to the bastard, he knew he had to be quick and save him, otherwise, Mathew and Daniel would make a road kill out of his friends back in the hell hole. Xavier was about to grab Antonio Rufus when Angel pounced in between them, catching the alpha Were by surprise, he shoved Xavier back and carried Antonio Rufus, running back to the shoreline.

Jason's POV: See when Sara was begging me yesterday to not kill her...well I was disgust and couldn't wait to do the opposite. But my baby girl begging right now as her eyes clouded with lust I couldn't wait to punish her. I followed behind Xavier without him saying anything with my Angel in my arms my cock still buried inside her. "I-I'm scared." Angel whispered as she wrapped her arms around my neck almost squeezing me to death when I went up the stairs.

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

Mr Carter prayed "Olivia, please be safe wherever you are. If there is a God somewhere as they say, please don't let any harm come to Olivia. If you do this for me, I will forever be grateful. Please, please," Ethan prayed in his heart looking out the window silently "I wonder what this son of bitch wants from this family. Mr Green, you better not be the one behind Olivia's disappearance if not you will answer to the bullet in my gun. Jail sentence will look merciful compared to what I will do to you," Andrews thought as he focused his gaze on the road making the last turn towards the company.

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."