Novel & Cerita Best Angel Books

"I went to the seer again. I told him everything. He listened—calm, knowing, as if he had foreseen it all along. And then he told me something else." Her next words sent chills through the air. "He said my curse is valuable to the devils… or their demise." She paused, her expression unreadable, before continuing. "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 ve

Barry left her alone to go to the kitchen. Her curiosity is one of the things that she hates about herself. When there's something bothering her, she will do everything she can to know more about it. She loves learning new things, and uncovering secrets. And now that she knows more about her lineage, she wants to understand everything. "Book of Demonology?" She found a book hidden behind a pile of old journals. From the look of it, someone hid the book intentionally. It was thick and old, and dusty. As she flipped through the pages, she saw something that caught her attention.

"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.

There was no way it wouldn't end in a very ugly way. And despite the growing need to show him that I was there, and that no other girl who answered his Stories was more interesting than me, I also didn't want to make it clear to him that I would be available at any time to answer his messages, but I couldn't pretend to myself that I was at the mercy of someone I barely knew, and it was very wrong to admit God forgive me, but I judged a book a lot by its cover. And Flynn Ashton's book seemed to me like the bible, so angelic that man seemed to me.

“Let me guess. Aaron still doesn’t know about our little bet?” I shot her a sharp glare, mouth opening, but nothing came out. My mind was spinning, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmare. “Aaron,” Evelyn went on, “Angela only got close to you because of a bet we made. Do you really think she was interested in a broke nobody like you?” “Evelyn!” I snapped, but my voice came out thin and shaky—more like a plea than a warning. “So I was just a game to you, Angela?” Aaron asked quietly, but I could hear the hurt beneath every word.

The bedsheet was dark with evidence of my arousal. "Look how wet you are," he murmured. "You're aching, aren't you? Don't fight it. Let me help you. Let me take care of it." I shook my head firmly. "You're my mentor. I'm your student. We can't do this..." Eric's eyes darkened, and the last trace of restraint snapped. He lunged forward, seizing both of my ankles and violently spreading my legs. "Enough games," he growled. "Girls like you were born to make men feel good."

[Rachel’s POV] Vincenzo invited me to the East Coast, saying we needed to discuss an alliance. This time, I did something unusual. Instead of taking a helicopter, I boarded a train alone. Not long after I sat down, a man wearing a cap and sunglasses took the seat across from me. He spoke first. “Don’t look at me. Just read a book.” I opened a book and replied quietly, “Victor, I told you I don’t want to see you again.”

He changed the subject. I squinted my eyes but didn’t say anything. He plucked the book out of my hand and adjusted his glasses. It reminded me of Andrew. “Danger clung to him like smoke, yet there was something devastatingly irresistible about the man who hunted monsters for a living,” Alaric read aloud. “Jesus! Vaelora!” He lowered the book and looked at me over his glasses. “Did you write this for a school project or you’ve suddenly picked an interest in fantasy writing?”

At that time he thought of doing something, something that he have been scared for a very long time, but now it seemed to be the perfect time to do so. Alpha Angelo stood up and walked to the throne room. He opened the drawer where the books have been kept as long as he remembers. They were two large books lying down in the drawer. Alpha Angelo's heart started to thumb faster as a party drum, in his entire life he had never been scared as he was at that time. He contemplated on picking the rule book and the Ancient book with a ring on the top.

He then returned the books to their respective shelves. "Hey, Rails?" asked a very beautiful woman. He looked at what he was holding in his hand. "Wow, I just found out, the angel of death actually likes to read," he said, feeling amazed and surprised at the same time. It was unusual for Rail to read that many books in one day. Usually, Rail is most reluctant to read books for anything. He is an angel who is lazy to read. Rail is not smart, but he is very good at fighting and counting. Every time he heard what his mentor said, Rail would immediately catch what his mentor said. His tough nature is indeed Rail's true nature, which is a devil. Therefore, he really likes war more than reading.