Criminal Minds Angel Maker Novels & Stories

He asked me while brushing his knuckles on my cheek. "I was wrong about you all. Angels are monsters. You will do exactly what your brothers and sisters did to the other Spirituals. They raped those creatures for their pleasure and left them with the hybrid children. You are a monster. You Angels were the reason behind the chaos. Not the Spirituals or their hybrid children." I yelled at him angrily. I knew it would anger him. And anger can make anyone make mistakes. I was waiting for him to make a mistake. I knew ways to slip into other realms. I just needed to free myself from his hold. But his hold was firm and I couldn't even move. For the first time in my life, I felt so helpless. I was

Lucifer’s POV “FUCK IT!!” I kept on yelling inside my car while tapping the steering wheel. I just came out from that building where I saw that woman who pretends to be Angela again. She even showed me her I.Ds, thinking that I would actually believe her when I will never do that whatever she tries to say to me. I even doubt if she’s really working as a janitress there when she doesn’t even look like one. She is such a fucking liar who’s good at making up stories.

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

"I wasn't just a member though, I was the leader along side my stepbrother dexter, You might look at me thinking that i've never done anything illegal but unfortunately i've done more worse than anyone could ever think" Angelina tried to speak firmly but for some unknown reason, her mouth remained shut as she stared at his grey eyeballs. "I've murdered thousands of people that i can't count and at the end didn't feel even a smidge of guilt inside of me, yes angel!, I am nothing but a blood tasty monster."

Marcus asked, leaning in with a concerned look on his face. "Yeah," I said, my voice rougher than usual. "Fine." But I wasn't fine. Ray was going absolutely crazy inside my head, howling and snarling and demanding things I didn't understand. 'Familiar is Mine.' he kept saying. 'Ours. Claim her.' But that was impossible. She wasn't ours. She was just some girl working at a club. "That redhead really caught your attention, huh?" Mark said with a nasty grin, jerking his chin toward where she was serving drinks at another table. "The one they call Angel. I'd love to have a piece of that, but unfortunately, this place doesn't allow it."

After saying that, I grabbed a knife from Onald and stabbed him in his thigh. “Ahhh!!!” he screamed. It seemed like his energy came back just to be drained again by his own cries. “S-stop, p-please…” “Have some dignity, Rakim,” I said before stabbing him again. He made a huge mistake, and even if he died here, it wouldn’t change the fact that he was a most-wanted criminal. “Ahh!!! S-Salvatore, p-please…” Pain was all over his face, but to me, it still wasn’t enough for what he did to Angel. What if she got traumatized? What if she started seeing me as a monster and couldn’t accept me anymore?

Why did you have to spike my water behind my back? "You always say it was an accident, Maya. But your accidents outnumber the vultures in a wolf pack." Outside the area, sirens from the Enforcers rang out as security teams arrived to restore order. When Maya saw the officers storm in, her pupils constricted violently. She knew that once she was thrown into the pack prison, her facade of the angelic sister would never protect her again. Suddenly, she lunged at me like she had gone mad and clawed her fingers at my face.

It is complete chaos as the crowd tries to get out of my way. I could care less about any of them. My only thought is to get that angel bitch and then make Warrick pay when I am done with her. I wonder if I should kill him too, or just make him watch as I snuff out her life and then force him to be my slave mate. Hmm. That actually soudns appealing. I could ask Ahrimon to compel him with her bite. If he survived it that is. It’s been an option all along, but I have been hesitant to use it because demons kill their mates more often than not when trying to mark them. The blood lust is unreal and hard for them to control themselves. Like a vampire, but a hundred times worse. Our eyes lock on ou

He turns and sees my focus on his hand, before pausing a moment to also look down at what is now normal skin, and makes a soft noise under his breath that almost seems like a laugh. “Figured out why the smarter wolves are afraid of me, Princess?” he mocks me before pushing his way inside. Unrattled by my seeing his true self, and in fact, it feels a lot like he grows cockier with every step as my returning trepidation grows. It sends a chill through me as I follow him into the cozy space, not really taking it in, my thoughts swimming with newfound fear as I try to recall Leyanne's teachings. Demonics. The fractured half of the Angelics. Once a whole whose conflicting parts were torn apart be

A guard placed a pistol in it. He weighed it for a brief second...then calmly set it back on the table. "You've mistaken me." He rose from his slowly. "I don't kill people because I'm angry." He buttoned his suit jacket. "I kill people because they're liabilities." He walked toward the conference room doors."Take him." The man's screams echoed through the room as the guards dragged him outside."You can't do this!" "I have children!" "Boss! Please!" The heavy doors closed behind them.