Novel & Cerita Buffy Angel Fan Fiction

“What are you talking about, Angel? One moment you’re icy, the next you’re warm. Is there something you’re not sharing? If I didn’t know better, I’d think you don’t want Miles to be freed. You both have your problems, but I know you care about him.” She let out a bitter laugh and swallowed hard, her eyes betraying her with stray tears that slipped down her cheeks. What on earth is happening? What has Dane done to her? “Listen to Angel. You’re my closest friend. The only one who has ever shown you real kindness as a rogue. Whatever it is, you can always confide in me. Don’t bottle it up; I’m not a saint, you know.” Angel didn’t seem convinced by my words. She was mumbling incoherently, tears

Benson whispered as he stepped forward tears falling from his eyes as he ran toward his mate that had died in his arms. Ignoring the murmuring that was coming from the guests I mind linked Angel asking her how this was possible to which she promised to explain later. I watched with a full heart as Benson embraced his once lost mate as she held their daughter in her arms. Together they walked up beside me and Angel their eyes not once leaving each other. I didn’t think today would get any better, but this has certainly proved me wrong. ******

we leave them, in a century they will be no more human and that's a line Even the devil can't cross, I was invisible so I watch the war, I saw a vampire biting off an Angel's neck, oh no, his body immediately wither, One Angel down but Angels are winning the war, then I saw it, a baby in the middle of a war? how did that happen, whoever keep the infant, hid it well, I look at the child and I felt it, the irresistible urge to protect the child, as I touch the baby's cheek I realized I have turned visible, the infant open his red eyes, in a second his eyes change its color to hazel I blink, the infant is a vampire, I know I should leave, but the infant is so adorable. we fight against the vam

Real submission. "It's okay if what I'm asking is much. Forget I even said anything." "You look like a loved one I had in my life before," I glanced out the window for a moment, tears springing up the corner of my eyes as Angel's face flashed through my mind. I faced her and patted her hair. "A vampire. She's the best thing to ever happen to me. Sadly, she's gone." Confusion flamed in her eyes, as though she found it hard to believe me. "What? You think I can't love someone?"

“Do you think I will believe you, you naughty girl? If I let you hang out with that evil mommy of yours, you'd tell her, right? Right?! You better not try, Angel. Otherwise, you'll get much worse than this, I swear!” Minah drew a sharp breath. She felt like her blood was boiling in anger. Without a word, she rushed into the bathroom. The very first thing that greeted her eyes was Angel, undressed, and the only thing she had on was a piece of underwear. Her hands were swinging up, gasping for some air while Cassandra was pointing the shower head right in her face. Minah's vision went dark the moment she saw the bruises on Angel's underarms and groins.

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

Mira honestly gave her point of view to the suggestion of Angel’s wolf. “I know…” Angel sighed again and after just a second of silence while feeling the breeze of the air around them, Mira breaks it. “Then care to tell what’s bothering your mind, my dear beloved.” Mira noticed the deep thought that Angel’s being bothered of. “My baby sister…she went the same thing…she almost died from those poisons…sadly, she couldn’t do anything that she usually does…and it takes years before she could stand back again…I mean, go out without fearing the scar judging her. Instead, she found her mate, a doctor, and a vampire.” Angel sighed and answered her while his eyes were still closed as if he was afraid

Ziarya says that her mother was a part angel, and that is why her complexion is darker than normal for a fae. “That is so cool. I have never met an angel before.” I state. “Really? You should have Kaleb bring Colin here. He is an angel and is super cool.” Bree says. She is eating a huge burger that Ms Amy cooked for dinner tonight. I am not sure how such a tiny girl eats as she does. Raidon has her sitting in his lap. She asks Brax if she can sit down, and he moves over quickly. I see a few of the guys smile at this. I think they have the same thoughts as I do. I have no doubt that Devon or Nate will tell his dad of this development.

Some minutes later, "Miss Angel, someone else has done it" Angel was furious, wondering why someone else will do such a thing, she knitted her eyebrows wondering who was faster than her? and who could even mobilise such resources to take down love comments. She checked to confirm, it was like the fans professing love to Miles were provoked, they started spamming Miles's comment section. "Miss Angel, your meal is ready" Angel lost her appetite "not hungry" She left for her room, with a heavy heart. Miles after having his bath decided to check on Sneaky to know what she was up to, he caught her in front of her laptop.

Bright. Warm. Beautiful. And for the second time that day— Froz knew he had lost the argument before it even began. Far beyond White Fang Territory… A lone figure stood inside a dark forest. Watching. Waiting. Listening. A hood concealed his face. But not his smile. A cruel smile. A dangerous smile. One hand held an old parchment. A sketch. A young woman. Bright eyes. Golden hair. Summit Angel Warm. The figure slowly folded the parchment. Then whispered into the darkness: