Criminal Minds Angel Maker Novels & Stories

Maybe Marcov, but he will only fight when there is a full-scale battle. "Ready to choose your champion... Angel?" He mocked and snickered. His fangs extended to full length, and his hair changed pure white as his aspect rolled over him. His eyes fixed on everyone except me. He was ready to attack. He was blood thirsty. No one here knew the truth and depth of this man in front of me, and that I hurt him deeply was very clear now. This man in front of me was a wounded monster, and that was mostly my fault. I sighed and took a deep breath. I didn't have anything to lose, and I wouldn't be a great leader anyway. I would just need to stay alive, long enough for the real battle to begin but agains

My Angel would be safe, no matter the cost. "Whose men were those?" I demanded, my voice low and even, but simmering with a fury that threatened to boil over at any moment. I could feel my heart still racing from the adrenaline of the chase, my mind replaying the image of Angel's terrified face as bullets whizzed past her head. Clark's expression was neutral, but I could sense a hint of wariness in his eyes as he hesitated before answering. I took a step closer to him, my eyes narrowing. "Tell me, Clark. Whose men were those? Victor's? Russo's? Or someone else entirely?" My voice dropped to a growl. "I want to know who dared to put her in harm's way."

The way Saiva said that in a low tone got them thinking it must be serious! "Your next goal is to gather the seven orbs. It will not be as easy as rescuing wolves. Even trying to steal one of the orb might kill all of you. And you know death is a restart button or it might be game over. The Angel of Death is mischievous, and if we put this like a game, he is the worst enemy-- the game maker." "If he is the game maker then how will we achieve this? He is too powerful for us and worse he would just crush this world!"

I only imagined what was going to happen if I told him the truth. I was grateful that I agreed to cover my face with a veil because I couldn’t have been able to withstand the eyes all gawking at me. My eyes were directly stapled on Antonio Luca, Aka The dark Angel of merciless death. I don’t know why he was named that, but people did.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

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.

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

I want them to feel the pain, hurt them just like they hurt the innocent. That is why I run this gang. And the second reason of me being that angry was Angela and that attack in the party she had gone to. It was them. Quinn Daggers. Those bloody bar*s! The nerve they had to attack my Angel. How dare they even think of hurting her?! And for once in my life, I have to thank him. Carl. My mortal enemy! For once he had done something worthy. He had saved my Angel that night. My Angel. My lifeline. My lo-

Damien's POV How could he be so foolish? Inviting an angel to Hell was not only dangerous, but unheard of. When the angel king had stepped into the castle, the wave of pure energy was almost nauseating. However he couldn't help but admit that he enjoyed it. After the male had left, Damien deeply regretted his choice in words. Upon first seeing Ashton, he was mesmerized by the angel's beauty. He had been told by various guards that Heaven's heir was a sight to behold, but he wasn't expecting this. With an annoyed grunt, Damien collapsed on his plush bed. Every moment that passed, he continued to curse himself for attempting to maintain his reputation. It wasn't his original intentions to cont