Guardian Angel Comic Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Up grabbing my gun in instinct, she shakes her head as she looks through the magic eye. She opens the door with a wide smile, and I can feel my insides twisting when I see who’s on the other side. That fucker, Pavlov. Her smile drops as soon as she sees him. “Mr O’More”, he says as he steps inside the house, and Hazel takes one step back. I pull her behind me, shielding her with my body and then the other fucker comes in. I had seen her with him before. Angel. Pavlov’s brother, “Lovely to see you here”, says as he sits on the settee looking at me as I still hold my gun. I will never get used to this. To her working for them. I don’t know how Killian and Theo managed to let go of their girl's

I don't want him to touch me, yet I stretch my arm to shake his hand. "Good evening," His hand is cold to the bone—I'm grateful when he releases me with his small lips curling higher up his face. "I see that you have already begun your work in the hotel," Fabian is walking around in the room, picking up things and observing them with his yellow eyes. Right now, he is holding a statue of an angel. "You still remember your part of the deal, right?" Arrows of guilt pierce my chest, yet I nod at him. "I will make sure Azrael doesn't mate with Alyssa, and in return, I get to live happily ever after with my mate,"

he frowned at her as if it should have been clear to her from the beginning " Am the archangel Uriel, I shall be your guardian for now" Angy stared at the man before her for a couple of seconds, she noticed the serious expression on his face as he looked upon her expectantly. She blinked for just a moment or two to make sure her mind wasn't making up things again, a hysteric laugh sounded throughout the empty chapel, it took her a while to realize it was coming from her An archangel? What kind of messed up dream did she enter? Who the hell would believe something as ludicrous as that? Having to deal with one demon was enough, she didn't need anymore supernatural nonsense in her life. Maybe c

I nodded my head in agreement, “I don’t want him going around thinking he’s an angel if there’s something else responsible.” “He’s an angel confirmed… Just a matter of finding out what kind.” I sat beside Gabe, holding his hand. The doctors showed me his bandaged back; the searing lines that somehow blended into wings on his shoulder blades and mid-back were shocking to see for me. Could he really be an angel of some kind? If that were the case, then maybe it made sense. Why else would someone like him be in my life? I leaned forward, resting my head against his side. My eyes were becoming heavy. I should have stayed in my room after I had taken my medicine; I was getting tired. Too tired to

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

Allistair's Chaos whirled around him, a churning vortex of energy that deflected Luna's lunar magic, sending it crashing back toward her in a blinding explosion of light and shadow. Cerberus stood as a guardian before Elion, his massive form a bulwark against the onslaught of angels. His growls echoed like thunder, and his flames licked at the ground, creating a wall of fire that kept the angels at bay. The mysterious figure, now revealed to be Zadkiel, protected Envy with unyielding resolve, his golden lance a beacon of light as he cut through the angelic ranks with precision and power.

Azrael was bringing reinforcements. “Now or never,” I muttered, pulling Mom to her feet. She swayed but stayed upright, determination written across her face. The wings responded to my thoughts, wrapping around us both in a protective cocoon just as the door burst open. Azrael stood there with a team of guards, all armed with corruption-enhanced weapons. His eyes widened at the sight of us. “Fascinating,” he breathed, that scientific curiosity overtaking his alarm. “The integration of angelic energy with the hybrid matrix…”

Contrary to popular belief, angels were not pretty. Ten feet tall with three pairs of wings, they were surrounded in holy fire with a singular large brown eye in the middle to give judgmental glares at the poor individual who had the misfortune to be in their presence. The Fallen weren’t any better, without the holy fire, they just looked like a giant eyeball with too many wings. Azazel was the Watcher at the gate of Hell, guarding any demons from escaping to the world above and wreaking havoc. He would only let people through either by permission by the Lords of Hell or if he could be bribed.

He rushed to the girl but she dropped in his arms lifeless, they had taken her soul. His body vibrated with guilt and hurt when he lifted her, gently he placed her back on her bed and a sight from outside caught his attention. Standing over the body of Sharon's mother was an Angel, supposed to be her guardian and when he looked up to Liam, an evil smile played across his face. Renard had given into the corruption. Liam watched him stride away before taking to the skies, flying away into the dark night. Liam heard a gasp of breath and turned to look at Sharon. She breathed in though her mouth, taking in the dark smoke which sipped in through her parted lips and her eyes shot open.

Miranda did not respond once and the sun was now rising and he was drifting from consciousness. He felt hands on him and when he opened his eyes they hurt. He kept them open for this vision of an angel before him. Disappointed that she would cause him so much pain when she touched him. He growled and tried to move his hands to his chest. “The Guardian blessed you! You are awake.” “Leave me!” He grimaced in pain as she wiped the stink smelly cream into his chest. He had little energy to do anything else. “Drink this.” He resisted. “Help me move you to that building over there out of the sun and sheltered. You need stitches and if I do it here they will open again when I try to drag you. I hav