Clockwork Angels Books Novels & Stories

"good day Ma'am Angel this is Rico I tried to reach you earlier to ask that did you see some book here in Mike's room? I just wonder if maybe you saw it because he wants me to keep it and burn it, well I don't know what's with that book it seems weird but I'm just doing my job you know... And if you saw it, Ma'am, please reply but if you don't just ignore this message have a good day thank you. " Then Angel ignores his message and features the book that he trying to burn, then Angel started to open it but the book is lock it has a small and strong padlock she also notice that once if she destroy the padlock every page of the book will scattered around Angel attempts many times but it didn't

Amber POV. "Thanks, thanks," I repeat leaving the doctor's office and going toward my room, I placed the baby angel on the bed, making sure to set the wings underneath her not to hurt her. I took one of the books that I have brought as well, it's titled "Little angels," it's meant to talk about the angels who are classified as littles.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

I glanced up to see his forehead furrowed into a deep, angry frown, his jaw completely clenched. “What is that?” I whispered, looking between him and the card. “That’s the Blood Relic,” Zane said, his voice dropping into a dangerous, gravelly register. He stepped closer to the table, staring at the painted paper as if it had personally insulted him. “It’s an artifact passed down through our generations. From family to family. What is a painting of it doing here, in a mundane apartment building?” Madame Agnes ignored his question entirely, her eyes locked entirely on me. Her powdered face looked older now, the shadows beneath her eyes deepening in the candlelight.

It seems that only an angel can kill another angel. Then I happened to stumble upon an ancient text that had many loose, recent extracts tucked into the back, about The Daemonium. 1254 years old. Dargan Chernobog chosen by The God of Hell to rule over all the evils of the world at the age of only 14. The newer pages were left by an angel in training, Azazel. Brought into the mansion at 16, he uncovered all of The Daemonium’s plans to… “Miss Ashyver.” A female voice breaks me from my reading. “There is a ball being hosted this evening and The Daemonium requests you to begin preparations. He will present you to the society this evening.”

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

I am falling big time. Cassie has been staying at my apartment most evenings, if she can't we stay at her place. I wanted everyone to know we were a thing but I don't want to take things too fast. I mean, Cole and Roxy are together without labels. I can do that with md angel. We don’t have to label whatever relationship that we have. Right, us invading each other’s private space was not moving too fast. "Angel, do you have plans tonight?" I asked her as we were cuddling on the sofa.

Frustration mounted in him as he tried to find a clue. *** Neil Titus, a demon, and the director of the Shadow Crawlers, sat with a grim look as his dark eyes scanned the reports. His thick brown hair was combed back, and his posture radiated concern. With a loud sigh, he got up and smoothed the tailored suit.

Kale said chuckling nervously. They sighed angrily and went to their previous positions. Angela groaned once every one minute. The search for the book was making her feel sleepy but no rest for her or anyone else until they find the book. Seconds passed, minutes passed, hours passed but they hadn’t found it. It was getting frustrating. Angela’s eyes were hurting from reading and she wasn’t paying attention to what she was reading anymore. The Witch of the sun, The Moon Goddess, The Icy Witch, The Cinnamon Witch, The Witch Queen, The Sugar Witch, The Witch of Doom…

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.