Criminal Minds Angel Maker Novels & Stories

he continued. “Or heaven must have really messed up with me, Dad,” I murmured in annoyance, but he only smirked at me. “Can angels have babies?” Olivia sat upright as she asked, looking at Elenita, but when she ignored her, she pressed her forehead again on the car window. “Oh! There’s Angela!” She raised her hand, pointing her finger at the two young women and a man getting into a convenience store. I had not caught a glimpse of their faces, but I had enough of her. This is the last time I will look for Angela. And after today, I will forget about her… wishing I could really forget her.

Alfred asked. Kram stared at Abu, and Abu has already got a feeling of what was inside Kram's mind and but he couldn't say a word, like every single word was stuck in his lungs. "This is not a punishment, Abu. But you are the only one I got. Since you are not an angel, you won't forget everything and you already knew where they are. You could do the mission as fast as possible before it's too late," he explained. "But I thought only an angel's blood could kill the vampire? And like you angels, we grim reapers are forbidden to take one's life and if we do, the punishment is the same, we will go weaker and weaker till we die," Abu whispered.

Angel glanced between the two men and shrugged. “What I needed to, to get Jordan on board. His dad will not follow me, he will fight, but I can make short work of him if he keeps on. So, I told Jordan about the last man who thought I was just a supposed pretty face.” Damian lifted a brow but it was Antonio who answered. “The worst part about what Angel did to that man was cut off his dick.” Damian glanced back at Angel who only shrugged again. “I’m not a good woman, I belong to the mafia, my sins run deep and the blood I have spilled runs like a river. You can go, if you like, you wouldn’t be the first,” she told him in all honesty.

The man’s voice trembled as if he were naked in a snowstorm. “To answer your questions Marco, I am Gabriel, a Protector of the Good, an angel. I am here to make the rest of your pitiful life a living hell. Don't call the police, yet, because they will think you are totally insane. Ask me why, Marco. Ask me why they'll think you're insane.” “Wh… why?” “Because you’ll want to tell them that an angel broke into your house and hurt you. Now who in their right mind would believe such an insane story as that? Hmm?”

My hands were slightly shaky as I unzipped it. What I saw made my blood run cold. It was a baseball bat. But not just any bat. This one was made of metal. Heavy. Strong. Dangerous. A flood of thoughts ran through my mind. Why would Angel have something like this? What was she planning? Was she here to do the same thing I did to Hannah and Liam? If my suspicion was correct, then she was planning to break my bones with that bat. My breath hitched as I stared at the weapon in front of me. What the hell was Angel really doing here?

‘Johnny Depp… in his 30’s’ Angel gulped. He was a fan. ‘This man would be popular with the ladies.. what with his good looks and voice..’ And the stranger's eyes. ‘Silver…’ Molten silver. Angel had never seen anything like it. It was magnetic. It could suck your soul in and get hypnotized into doing carnal things. The man was a living, breathing sin incarnate! He shook the cobwebs away from his mind. ‘Shut up Angel! Think of other things! Think of literally anything else!’

good inside of her, that she's dying to be bad for once. If she wants to be fucking bad, then she can definitely be bad for me. I like a bad girl, but deep down I crave a good girl; a good girl that will let me bring out the fucking demons inside of her. We all have demons inside of us and every single person's is fucking different. I look down at my chest and run my fingers over the tattoo on my right pec, rereading the script that's permanently inked into my skin. I get another fucking feeling- a goddamn cold chill that runs through me deeply and rocks my fucking body to its core. "When an angel craves havoc, who better to give it to her than the devil himself" I am no doubt, the motherfu

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

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

"All you have to do to get out of this is quite simple actually. I said that would not work earlier, but scratch that. I make the rules here and I can change them as much as I see fit. You claim these two are not real, you claim they are long dead. So if they are already dead and not real, there wouldn't be any problem with slitting their throats and gutting them limb from limb right? After all that was what you brought the knife for, right?" Ackermann knew he was a complete monster for even considering to do the bidding of the Angel of death, even if they are not real, but what could he do about it? The man had to leave the place. There was no way to know how long he'd been unconscious, and