Castiel Crowley Novels & Stories

Celine had visited me a few weeks ago and had made it clear that a saint had really awakened. A saint. A saint of my "father" had awakened in front of my temple. I remembered not having been able to contain the laughter to hear about it. The pride of him who called himself the lord creator of the whole universe was so clearly fragile - that he had to send a poor child in front of my temple and light it. "Cassiel" I called and as always, my second wing just appeared, eyes lifeless, without pupil. "Yes?" "Tell me again, who will be attending the fall formal?"

She hanged out before she could say the words down her throat. “Agh. That old wench!” Sundays was her only day off. Yet she has to go over to carols. If she was gonna pay extra, she won’t mind, wiping the windows and cleaning his toilet. But Carol is as greedy as fuck! Ruining a perfect day that just began with staying at home, stuck herself up in her favorite novel. Eat her favorite cupcakes, watch a movie and finally taking a stroll with her pet. Oh! Hold on. Casey died last week, her pet. Cute little cat. Suffers from hunger strike. Lack of attention and care. That was the first pet she had. The poor thing won’t forgive her, never! For what she did.

“Yes, the police! This—this is criminal harassment! You’re both conspiring to ruin my wedding! You are criminally liable!” Castiel’s expression didn’t change. Calm. Implacable. He stepped closer to me, his presence radiating authority and power, the kind that bends fear into respect. “Call them,” he said softly, almost amused. “If you dare. But be aware, Kyle Valecrest, that the only crime here is the one you orchestrated against me. Everything else—everything you attempt—is your own undoing.”

- Azael asks with a frown. -He has men everywhere, you will not be able to kill him in your life. They will kill you first. Harrison Tucson is the meanest man I have ever met in my long and miserable life. It does not matter who he kills, that man has no feelings, he is the same demon in person. I must admit that deep down inside it hurts me to hear about the father I once had, but that man died the same day the officer made the call. That's all?

"DAEN IT!" I threw a chair on the wall in anger. It seemed like the last straw for me. Why couldn't she trust me!? Why does she trust Carl over me! H*ck! Right now, it seemed like she could trust any man over me! "Why Angel? Why?!" I'm not the type of guy who cries over small things. Especially not over girls, but, Angel... she had the power to make this gangleader cry for her. Yes. I admit. I'm fri**ing crying over the possibilities of Angel being hurt! Or being killed.

I let the information sink. “What? Is it related to… Azriel?” She practically spits out Azriel’s name, and I understand but still, it hurts. “I think? I am not 100% sure but don’t you think he was different—” “Oh yes. He was a whole other creature, alright? He was not the man I know as my brother and I cannot understand why. Do you know he has fired James? James of all people and the coronation ceremony is tomorrow? Aiden has become weak and I am not sure what the fuck will happen next,” she says in a single breath and then takes a huge gulp of breath.

Christ Wales thought that she was trying to play hard to get with him, so he broke out into loud laughter as he chased after her. Crystalbella pushed the door of Christ Wales’s study open and walked inside. “Little beauty.” Christ Wales chased after her before he closed the door to the study and embraced Crystalbella from behind. At this moment, there was a numbness on his neck. Crystalbella took a needle in her hand and injected some anesthesia to him. “You…” Christ Wales’s eyes shut, and he fainted on the spot. Crystalbella was cold as she gave Christ Wales a kick. Upon seeing Christ Wales not having any reaction, she stood up straight as she expertly tied her hair, which had been drooping

Dominic commanded, standing off to the side like a judge overseeing a trial. Castiel swallowed hard, his throat dry as sandpaper. He looked directly into the camera, his eyes glassy with unshed tears. “My name is Castiel Anderson,” he began, his voice shaky. “And I’m here to confess to my involvement in the chandelier incident at the Nova Suits launch event.” He paused, his gaze flicking to Dominic, who nodded for him to continue.

Liana’s reaction fueled the growing discontent among the crowd. At that moment, several level-headed individuals stepped forward. They were armed. Conrad, who was Castiel’s lackey, stood directly opposite him. He spoke slowly and carefully to mask his grief. “Castiel, we have guns too. If you can’t give us an explanation, you’ll go feed the zombies and join our loved ones in death.” Castiel saw his men glaring at him in anger. Suppressing his resentment, he said, “As the base leader, this isn’t a scene I wished or anticipated.

Just long enough that he doesn’t have time to react before I pull away, smile at his flabbergasted state and walk away. “See you tonight.” I throw over my shoulder as I head back to the castle. ____________________________ Kim “I can’t be an angel.” An angel. A fucking angel. “My mothers human.” An angel. An angel. An angel. “Except she wasn’t.” The male has a devilish smile on his lips. “Angel blood runs through her veins. Why don’t yo show your first born how angelic you are, Laila?” And from behind the platform, my mother walks out. With her Snow White hair. With a little boy attached to her leg.