Clockwork Angels Books Novels & Stories

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.”

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

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goes to the library, "there is a section of Christian beliefs, (he keeps looking until he finds a dusty book with strange letters) or a book," luck starts to read it and tells him a paragraph important "in the history of man the angels have descended countless times, but their grace is so powerful that they can form a global cataclysm, they are similar to human light since they were created by God, the only one and true, there are categories of angels but the most powerful is the archangel, all angels are strong and can stop time and move through the flow of it, they have wings but they are not visible to the eye only when they are in their celestial form they can see them, the power of the

I pulled a book from the shelf, its cover adorned with intricate gold filigree, and settled into a near president to read. The book was a comprehensive companion to the history of angels and their fall from grace. As I read, I learned about the great elysian rebellion led by Lucifer, the brightest and most important of the angels. It detailed the events that led to the fall, the creation of Hell, and the eternal struggle between good and evil. My heart contended as I came across passages that mentioned Lorcan, though not by name, but by description a important departed angel, second only to Lucifer, known for his strength and fidelity.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

“This room holds what the Church has gathered from people freed from evil spirits for over four hundred years. I kept you away from it for a reason, Angel. I’ve seen what curiosity like yours can do to a soul.” She turns to face me. “Now you know it’s real. Stop chasing it. No more forbidden books. No more forgotten history. Leave this to God—and those ordained to fight it.” I nod because arguing feels pointless, but my eyes race over the shelves, and my stomach sinks. I recognize three books. I’ve read them. When I was twelve, I copied their symbols into my diary, thinking they were just myths and old superstitions. I was wrong. All those years, I wasn’t studying stories. I was studying him

Peter sounded almost detached. “She is my mate. Nothing else has been on my mind.” I spat back upset at the insult. Veronica POV I sat in the chair with a massive old text on the desk. The book was 6 inches thick closed. I was about halfway through with no luck finding anything referencing fallen angels. Most of the books were written in German from the 1300s. I had a hard time deciphering; Theo was helping with ease. His experience with all the different languages was a talent I was overly jealous of.