Clockwork Angels Books Novels & Stories

It took them awhile, but they managed to go through everything and pack up the useless stuff. Angel was in the office going through the desk while two of staff members were packing up the books inside when one of them went to grab another book and the whole shelf moved. Her father who had just been standing there looked at her oddly and she shrugged, she hadn’t known the room was there either. When they opened it, they found what appeared to be a secret office in what was intended to be a panic room. There was a lot of paperwork, financial information, a lot of things that didn’t make sense right off. Until Angel looked at it closer and saw the pattern. It turned out Kingsley hadn’t just bee

Dark and White were the angels. Their names swirled through her sight for days. The names taunted her thoughts. When she finally tested the sound of their names on her lips, they responded as if fate itself named them. It warmed her to give them names. She rarely ever kept and named her creatures. It made it harder to get rid of them. Just look at the hellhound she hasn't been able to part with since she first laid eyes on him.

"I'm done with the letter." Chiara nodded her head and continued working on her laptop. Xavier glanced around the room, not sure of what to do. He had checked the laptop for incriminating information, but all he saw was games and songs, there was no file on the laptop and the browser history was clear, absolutely nothing. He stared at the bookcase in the room, it was filled with different business and marketing books, he wondered if she actually read them. A book caught his eyes and he looked closer at it, it was titled 'Expressions and Emotions: How to understand them'. He read the title on the spine again, to be sure he had not imagined it, it was correct. 'Why would she read something lik

He leans down and kisses me gently, the complete opposite of the rough fuck we just had. When he pulls away from me, he is smiling. "Okay, now that we've gotten that out of the way, we should find some answers." He states as he pulls a chair of for me before sliding into one himself, grabbing the first book from the pile. "This is one of the first books written about Demonology. It's said to contain information dating back to the first demons and fallen angels." "Okay, so what are we supposed to do, read it?" I ask as I try to open the dusty old book, making a face when it won't open."

His proposals were also impressive, and she just needs to enhance a few to narrow down their choices. Thankfully, he replied fast after. They continued to talk through email for the rest of the night, just planning their thesis, until they agreed on one topic and distributed parts for it. They were pretty cordial and had coordinated thoughts. He was not so bad**,** she thought, leaning back on her chair and stretching. Anna’s eyes gloss over the wall clock to her right, to which she takes a double take to look at again after seeing the time. Her eyes widened. It’s already 2am?!

I say “We don’t know how fast this baby could grow; angels are pregnant for eight months, werewolves six, and demons three. We don’t even know if you follow any of those patterns, you’re technically your own species,” Dad says; I level a glare at him. Well, that’s one way to make me feel like a freak.

❞ he said it with a laugh, but it was still obvious that he was hurt by his situation. ❝Did you dream? We're not in an erotic romance that you're reading, that you sleep with a stranger and wake up and don't remember anything happened.❞ he said firmly, as if he were pissed off at her. Wait! What? Erotic romance—how did he know I read erotic romance novels? Angel secretly buys erotic romance novels, and she also secretly reads them; she only reads them when she has nothing to do and every night to help her sleep. Angel was reading it inside the room, and even her dead twin didn't know it either.

Damien's POV "What the fuck is going on?" I fumed, pulling Red against my side protectively, just as a semi-shifted male hurtled towards us, teeth snapping menacingly. A smaller, darker wolf charged behind him, sinking its teeth into the half-human, stopping him from launching an assault on Red and I. My eyes widened in alarm as I watched the pair wrestle for the higher ground until they finally rolled out of sight. Locking eyes with my angel, checking her over quickly, our heads snapped in the direction the beasts had disappeared; a defeated wail penetrated the dim woods around us, bouncing off the trees aimlessly

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

I'm alone with more knowledge than I ever dreamed of having and for the first time since arriving at Nightfall Keep, I can breathe. I spend hours exploring, running my fingers along leather spines and pulling down volumes at random. There are histories of the Lycan territories, texts on magic theory, and bestiaries describing creatures I didn't know existed. On the second floor, tucked in a corner behind several other books, I find something that makes me freeze. A small leather-bound volume with no title on the spine, but when I pull it out, the cover reads in silver ink: "The Celestial Wolves: Last of the Moon Goddess's Children."