Blazing Angels 2 Novels & Stories

he stated which made her froze. "You knew that I'm...?" "Please, get out," he cut him off and she obeyed, yet she was still puzzled how Blame knew that she was an angel. The moment she went out of the bathroom, Blake instantly shut the door and stared in mute horror at the bag he was holding. He couldn't imagine he would taste another humans' blood and this time was in his own accord. Without a choice, he slowly removed its seal and shut his eyes and drank it. In each gulp, he felt pleasure and satisfaction. The moment the bag was empty he instantly opened the other one like a hungry stray creature that was eager to discard his starvation.

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

Blaze nodded. "She is pretty…" he replied calmly as they continued to walk as if Mathew wasn’t just about to blow his brains out. Angel thought if he had done that, he would not have waited for Xavier to come for them. He would have killed the bastard and caused quite an uproar. "She is very very very pretty," Blaze added with a quiet longing sigh, snapping him out of his dark thoughts. "I heard you the first time, pup," Angel replied. "You are one lucky old dude," Blaze said.

And. Blast.. the two angels were no longer invisible to the eyes of Ardina and Asmodeus. Ardina glanced at Asmodeus, a sly smile growing between his pointed canines. *** To Be Continued...

Seeing Callie’s apparent disregard, Angelia’s heart crumbled beneath the weight of her accumulated hatred. She gripped the doorframe, her knuckles turning white from the force. ‘B*tch, I’ll make you regret the day you were born!’ If it weren’t for Callie, she wouldn’t be in this unbearable situation. Her eyes turned stony, and her smile twisted into a fierce, malicious expression. Lost in thought, Angelia suddenly saw a huge fireball explode to the north of the base. Boom! The blasts were accompanied by the sound of buildings crashing. While the blasts didn’t shake the ground, the proximity of the explosion was evident from the sound alone.

She followed her sisters going toward the warehouse that was literally falling in on it’s self we all could hear the battle going on below and the lightning only told us that something big was coming. A loud boom was heard before they say what looked like a angel crashed through the ceiling hitting a trees ten yards away. Everyone ran for cover as the Dark One flew out that same hole and landing hard on his back. Before he could get up three beaming lights came flying through the hole heading straight to the Dark One with their golden swords in the air bringing them down to strike the Dark One, but he moved in a flash just before the swords hit the ground. He threw a orange energy bolt that

IN THE SKY bad angel : what's going on here good angel : can't you see bad angel : I'm not blind good angel : then see it bad angel : huh good angel : the war between my belief and destiny starts game begins from now on bad angel : I will wait for the result good angel : go ahead

Without warning Alexander charged at Asher releasing an ear-piercing cry The banshee's piercing cries echoed throughout the forest, making the very trees shake and quiver, however, the angel stood with a resolute expression, determined to put an end to the banshee's terrorizing screams that stood between him and Evelyn. The banshee glided towards the angel, his long, flowing blonde hair whipping around his face as he let out another blood-curdling scream which released a gush of wind accompanied by blazing flames but the angel was not afraid. He stood his ground, his wings spread wide, and clapped together to release an outburst of energy that collided with Alex's flames and dispersed it. As

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

With every glance, the anger inside me flared hotter. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I grabbed whatever was closest—a vase, a picture frame—and threw it across the room. The sound of glass shattering was a small relief, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I began tearing through the house, destroying everything in my path, breaking anything I could get my hands on. It all felt so wrong, so filthy. I couldn’t live in a place built on sin, on the suffering of others. I was a whirlwind of rage, ripping through the rooms, when suddenly a strong hand grabbed me from behind, halting my movements. I struggled for a moment, the anger blinding me, but then I heard his voice.