Avenging Angels Book Novels & Stories

But it seemed like he was all too lost. "Welcome everyone to the death of the lady Amorivia!" The Angel raised his head to gaze up at Tenshi. "Don't worry. She will restart soon." Not a second wasted and Tenshi attacked the Angel. It is clear to him that he was of no match for the Angel but he can't stop the hatred and regret in his heart. Inside his chest is being consumed by a dark force that keeps him from thinking straight. The others couldn't just stand there, they have to take Amorivia's body. The ran to get it but they were stopped by the old man with his subordinate, that girl and boy.

I also wouldn't mind if you have constructive criticism about my book. SERAPHIMS- Also known as the burning ones. They are the highest angelic class and are caretakers of God's throne constantly singing praises to God. They are described as fiery six-winged beings with two wings that cover their faces and two that cover their feet and the last two they use to fly.

This is Book Two of the Demonic Angels Trilogy, this book will not make sense unless you read ‘Alpha’s Fallen Angel’ first. Thank you guys for reading and for all the support! Aylin is by far my favorite character of mine, so I’ve been looking forward to this book for quite awhile! Enjoy :)

I could not even look at them. I got to my room and locked the door. I was so scared for my safety. " How long has this been going on? What did Angel do? Or is she paying for the sins of her father? Did Japheth do something to her?" I kept asking. My head was getting hot as well, and I felt like it was going to blow off. Why would anyone think of hurting little Angel? It was unthinkable. So many silly people were in this house, and it made me sick. I wonder what kind of food is being served to Japheth.

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.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Instead she spoke calmly. “So I'm here to ask you to protect me and my brother. You're the reason we are now a target for gang wars.” “No.” I refused immediately. Her face fell. She came closer. “Why?” “First, you owe me more than enough. I'm not about to add more when you can't pay the ones you owe,” I said simply. Angel lowered her eyes. She looked so dejected yet I wasn't moved. Such tactics wouldn't work on me. “If that's all, then leave.”

The darker the night was, the shinier the stars were sparkling on the dark sky making it more alluring. But I was not allured because I was still on my bed with my eyes glued on the phone reading the chapters of this mafia book. So the ML didn't actually rape the FL, he just teared her clothes, kissed her body and then left her all alone to sulk. But he almost raped her, which is unforgivable and unforgettable. Now only three more chapters are remaining and I think that Angel, now has a soft corner towards devil and devil has already fallen in love with Angel. But I hope she rejects him and kill him brutally like he did with her family and boyfriend.

I take a quick shower to wash of the sweat and grime from training and brush my teeth before walking to the small wardrobe and pull out some sweatpants and boxers. I slip them on under my towel and hang it over the door to dry. When I turn around Divina is no longer on the bed, and I hear the bathroom door close. I settle in the recliner with my pillow and blanket and pick up the book I’ve been reading. One of the elders in the village let me borrow it. It is a full history on the angels and how they came to inhabit earth. I don’t understand why they don’t just live among the humans like we do. I think I will ask Michael about that in the morning. I know he blended in and told me he didn’t e

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”