Novelas y relatos de Castiel Crowley

“You can’t be serious, Brother. You can’t do this. I won’t let you go through that rabbit hole again. I will never forget what happened after our father passed away. The people you have killed, the ones you have tortured. No, Gabriel, you are still plagued by nightmares and can’t sleep because of this. No, I won’t let you.” Michael’s furious voice jolted me up, but Gabriel kept caressing my hair soothingly. “I would do anything for her, Michael, even if it caused me to lose myself in the process. Ariel is my only light, and I won’t let her be snuffed out. I’m the reason for all of this.” Michael sighed, and I heard his footsteps. Then the bed dipped next to Gabriel. “It wasn’t anyone’s fault

The crowd gasps in horror at the news and conversations start up between little groups when my father raises his hand. "Unfortunately that is not the worst of the news I have to share." He gestures to a man beside him to stand and take the podium. "Hello, my name is Gamma Harrison Kyle of the Summer Valley Pack." He looks broken over the loss of his Alpha and Luna and I'm surprised my father has allowed him here when he should be looking for the rogues that killed them. "When the rogues contacted us to tell the Alpha where to go, he tasked me with protecting his only child and our new Alpha, Cateline. He asked me to bring her here knowing Alpha Abaddon would protect her and aid her if the wo

Layon suggested blankly, as though he was only just beginning to pick up on her trail of thought. "Yeah, and Chris had to have had help from the fairy court to gain entrance into Italy so…" "So he and Reebah are most likely at the fairy court!" Layon exclaimed, and Angel was surprised when he grabbed hold of her arms and pulled her in close to kiss her forehead before he added, "Angel, you are brilliant." "Isn't that why you brought me along?" Angel chuckled, unable to stop herself from being amused by his response. Yet him kissing her on the head also reminded her of the time they'd spent together beneath the willow tree,

As if she’s been looking for me for a long time. I looked at Tania and she was crying. I looked at Divina who was watching at their front door and she was shocked about what was happening. She is in a panic and she doesn't know what to do. I know the Doctor is a fallen angel that was left after the battle. The last one standing among fallen angels. Who is pretending to be a doctor? I don’t want her to hurt Tania or Divina. That is why I tried to call my black smoke to help me but they are not coming out. I don’t know if she can control it not to come out while she is holding my arm or it is not coming out because it is not real, but I am Isaac. The angel of death. I looked around again and I

"I can call security if you need me to...?" "No. Paula this is Casey. My Casey" I say, walking so fast, crossing my office to get to her and pulling her into a huge hug. "Hello Maximus" "Only my mother calls me that! But I'll let you off this once, Angel" "Thee Casey?" "Paula, this is Casey Hamilton, Casey, this is the receptionist, Paula Hargreaves's" "Hello" she says with a forced smile on her face. Since when the bloody hell did she get out of retreats centre?

Kylie replied. Rinaldi. Just as his name rang through her head, the subject of her thoughts made his presence known. He rose from the chair he had been sitting in that she hadn’t taken note of because his back was turned to her and all she had seen was her laughing sister, he looked so much larger in the small space that the plane provided, “Come here Kylie.” Kennedy ordered, this man was one of them. He had come with those wolves, he was their boss, for all she knew he was a wolf as well and Kylie had agreed to follow him to a state they had never been to? She knew her sister was buried in all of those supernatural jargons, but she had greatly underestimated how deep she was buried in it.

It was a place where the weight of the past met the promise of what was to come an intersection of power, history, and fate. And yet… word traveled fast. Whispers said the last heir of Lunari was coming. Aeryn Valecrow. I had never seen him, but I knew the stories. Raised in the Shadow wilds. A warrior without mercy. A ghost made of smoke and ash. But I didn’t believe in ghosts. Danger was another story, and I believed in danger. "Lady Kaela." A voice called to my right a soft, male voice clipped. It was Erydan, my father's second-in-command. His eyes scanned the crowd. “We were not told the Lunari would attend.”