Buffy And Angel Fanfic Novels & Stories

The time had come for her to embrace her angelic heritage and unleash her true potential. With a deep breath, Claire closed her eyes and allowed herself to be enveloped by the ethereal energy of the forest. She opened her senses to the unseen forces around her, attuning herself to the ancient wisdom that resided within the very fabric of her being. As she connected with her angelic lineage, a radiant glow suffused her form. Her eyes shimmered with an otherworldly light, and her wings, invisible to mortal eyes, unfurled behind her, their majestic presence felt rather than seen. Zane gasped in awe, witnessing the ethereal transformation before him. He was in the presence of something extraordi

They both have the power of telepathy and psychokinesis. “Bastards,” I chuckled as they walked into the room. “What can we say? We missed you,” Valden sassed. “Love, who’s in the house? I’m feeling a different kind of presence and Skye is confused,” Angelina linked me. Their presence must’ve woken her up. “It’s my best friends Kieran and Valden. They’re vampires. They actually want to meet you,” I linked back, making sure the two idiots didn’t have access to my thoughts.

she hugged me again and snuggled in my arms this time she is really sleeping I smiled by looking at her cute face while sleeping she started shivering is it because of before incident she shivered again then I understood she is shivering because of thunderstorms I hugged her she snuggled more close in my arms I caressed her back slowly she slept again peacefully what you're doing with me hooligan why are you irritating me I'm sorry for hurting you but it will never happen between us try to understand meanwhile in the sky good angel is blushing heavily evil angel is frustrated good angel : don't you have emotions evil angel : I'm not emotional fool like you good angel : I'm blushing bcz of th

They made their way slowly to where she stood with her grandmothers and Jeffries and arrived just in time to hear her say “Thank you kindly for saying I’m beautiful, sir, though I have no idea who the hell you are. But I have a mirror I know what I look like; your commentary isn’t needed nor is it wanted.” Both Hunter and Damon winced; Hunter said, “That could have been better done.” Angel said laughingly “Yea and when he told me I was beautiful he could have looked at my face and not my breast too, but he didn’t.” Damon laughed, and Hunter sent a serious glare at Jeffries. Angel said smoothly “Oh, calm down dad, he isn’t the first guy to stare at my breast here tonight; I doubt he’ll be the

Swiftly but gently, he slightly pushed her inside and shut the door behind him. "There are a thousand things I could do, Laura." He said huskily. "You are mine and I would never let another man have you." "Are you crazy?" "For you carrot, I can be." He replied. "I am getting married to Dexter and that's final." She said stubbornly. His face softened and he wore a hurt expression. "Angel," he said softly coming close to her and she stood her ground, though held her breath.

But what annoys me the most, what is driving me fucking batty, is Bobby pacing the floor of the kitchen. "Bobby, can you please sit that ass on a chair? You are making me nervous." "Connor, have you see the mess up there. All hell is about to break loose on us, and you know what? We are not prepared for it. Where is damn weird, Angel? Can he not stop this shit?" "He is with his Vampire girlfriend." "What?" I hear Ethan utter next to me. "An Angel and a Vampire? God, don't tell me that they are, well, you know what."

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

I couldn't help but feel a bit of excitement about working with someone my age. Willow chuckled, glancing at her friends and rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh, fantastic. Another pint-sized cherub joining the team," she said sarcastically. Her friends laughed along, seemingly finding the remark amusing. After their presentation, I took a deep breath and approached the group confidently. "Hey everyone, nice to meet you all!" I greeted with a smile. "I'm Little-angel, but you can just call me Angel for short." A few chuckles escaped from the group, including Willow, who couldn't contain her amusement.

Gosh...why the hell did I have to do that? I kept mentally scolding myself, now standing all alone in the crowd of people -ironically, I know- watching Azrael and that Abbadon chick slowly dancing together, seemingly arguing about something. Shit...what if she’s his “angel girlfriend” or something? That would be sooo awkward... But it would also make sense...I mean look at her...long blonde hair, curves to die for and piercing blue eyes... She practically looks like every guy’s wet dream.

Rare, because most of their touches always spiraled into sex, like animals in heat. Rough, needy, and fast. Sometimes, it was just one look, then—bam. Angel would find himself in the middle of throes of passion. Writhing. Moaning. Fire, every goddamn time. It never faded. Angel turned in his arms and said softly, “Tony.” Tony met his gaze. “I thought we could live here longer,” Tony mumbled. “Well, I thought so too… until you started showing people your madness,” Angel answered. Tony raised a brow.