In Arms Angel Novels & Stories

Then, Armaros growled in a scary voice, “Do you think you can steal that angel from me? From Armaros? Never, it is impossible.” Mom pushed Rebeca slightly away, then with a trembling voice, mom muttered, “Leave now. Please, Rebeca. Do me a favour and save my Hazel.” Rebeca didn’t have any option left, Armaros about to catch them. Sparing the last glance at mom, Rebeca fluttered her beautiful wings and within a blink of an eye, she disappeared with loud thud sounds. Armaros didn’t expect Rebeca would leave without Rhea. He growled loudly and for following us, he too flapped his black feathery wings. Armaros about to leave, when suddenly mom stabbed his leg with a broken piece of glass. Though

Angel stood up from her seat and went among the dancing people. Angel removed her navel so that his long and beautiful hair fell down. Angel also removed her cloak and opened the two buttons of her vest as if she were being washed. Angel raised both of her arms above her head and waved her hands. Twisting and turning while grinding down like a madman stroking his hair, Angel noticed that the people dancing had moved aside to give him a wide space. Angel suddenly felt something on his waist, and when he turned his gaze to it, he immediately noticed a hand wrapped around it.

END OF FLASK BACK Angel slid down wall ad a tear slipped down his eyes, the sane thought that had blared through his mind that night, screamed again 'She knew' Aramide wasn't bad like his mother had pictured her, and that small gesture of kindness that night, not only made him totally cancel out his mother's words against Aramide, but also had him wishing - wishing he was her child. Angel had no clue when tears began to pour down his face, he tried to suppress a sob and it ended up coming out as a whimper, He wiped his tears, he was a grown man now, he was no longer that eight year old kid who only knew how to cry, and he had Aracely to thank for that, The girl was strong, consistent and kne

Fenrir said. “I’m going to kill him. I am going to fucking kill them all!” Angel ranted as he continued to pace. His arm muscles bulge impressively as he clenched and unclenched his fist. He was livid and it was obvious.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

So fucking mesmerising that I almost didn't see the Angel that had somehow managed to slip through the force of Ethan and Oscar's assault, pin-wheeling and diving through the air with perfect precision like a high-wire trapeze artist. Before they can do anything and occupied with a second wave of soldiers that came at them with ferocious force, the Angel careened straight for me and Addi, its mouth wide in a triumphant cry, its needle-sharp teeth growing ever closer, talons outstretched like a bird of prey about to tear apart its prize. Energy tore from its hands, a thundering swell that cut through the air. Without thinking, I pushed Addi down and raised my arms over my head, turning my fac

she replied and helped Mrs Carter to a seat. The guard entered and went to her side. He had wanted to tap her on the shoulder and tell her everything would be okay hearing from the lady in blue, both her husband and son were in the emergency room but he couldn't. He was only an employee and he was very sure that Mrs Carter would yell at him for touching her with his low-class-poor hands. He stood at the back watching her wipe her tears and occasionally blow her nose. The emergency room door opened and Ethan walked out with the doctor. His left arm was in a bandage.

I close the door behind me and walk down the corridor. As I walk outside to where the man used to be, I look around, and they are nowhere to be seen, and then I feel a pair of hands on my shoulder. My heart beats fast as I turn around and I see Angel. He is wearing a burgundy sweater and a pair of black jeans. He is trying to blend in. I jump at him, wrapping my arms around his neck while his arms keep me in place against his body. Automatically I feel my eyes full of tears, but I blink them away.

Aunty Cassandra please wake up, don't go, don't leave us alone, please," Mia cried out hysterically. "Cassandra!!!. My love, please wake up!!!... Nooooooo!!!!!!!.... Please wake up, I still need you." Claradious wept in agony. "Take heart Claradious, you have to be strong for your daughter and your sister now," The Midwives consoled. "Noooooooooo!!!!!!! Claradious hysterically screamed in agony. (Present, The Modern-Day) Angelus has grown up into a beautiful, strong, and confident young lady, she is 5 foot 4 inches tall and she looked twenty in terms of age but she is a seven hundred million years old girl.

But in the peroration, he was fortunate, he finally found an Archangel to look after his daughter. "Can I come with you to church?" Ace asked, kneeling before Angel and holding her little arms in his big warm ones. Just like the drama queen that she is, Angel taps her finger on her lips as if on thought and shouted in joy - "yes you can come, daddy." Her turquoise green irises sparkled with mischief, novice, and beautiful just like her name suggests.