In Arms Angel Novels & Stories

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

She is never going to be the same again, and I can feel her slipping from my grasp. The bell above the door rings and I look up, but it isn’t Gianni that I see. “Angel.” I say as she looks at me, her upper arm wrapped in the second skin wrap. I see the fresh artwork on her arm. It is a grey shaded piece of an angel with a rosary wrapped around praying hands that cover her mouth, and I look back at her. I move to check her over when a hand grabs my shoulder and I turn my head, seeing Marco smirk down at me.

I stumbled back a step as his small arms tried to wrap around my torso, but failed miserably to connect his hands behind me. I took a deep breath, then wrapped my arms around the angel. I wanted to laugh. I'm a hellhound, and I'm hugging an angel, mated to another, and just vowed to protect another one. I'm surrounded by angels. The irony.

The only sounds were Javier moving quietly somewhere outside, keeping watch, and Anthony’s steady, even breathing from where he sat in a broken chair by the door. Angel’s eyes opened. They were not hazy or confused. They were alert. Frighteningly alert. She pushed herself up and backward in one jerky motion, dragging her body away from me until her shoulders hit the wall. Her arms wrapped around her knees, pulling them tight to her chest. Her fingers dug into the fabric of her sleeves like she was afraid her own limbs would betray her. “Don’t,” she whispered, the word a dry scrape of sound. My heart jumped. “It’s okay,” I said, keeping my voice low and soft. “You’re safe now. You’re with us.

And when they did— Misha’s arm slid tighter around my waist, pulling me flush against his side. His touch was gentle but firm, anchoring. He leaned in, voice low and smooth against my ear. “Straighten your back, Angel. You wouldn’t want your biggest enemies thinking there’s trouble in paradise, would you?” The nickname sent a jolt through me, grounding what I had to do now. Just like the man himself. I drew in a breath and lifted my chin, fighting the tightness in my chest.

Angel hugged Angeline tightly and said, “Mommy, I’m terrified. I’m afraid that I’ll bring disaster to the Ares family.” “Don’t be afraid, Angel. Enjoy your childhood. Remember that when disaster comes upon us, we just need to try our best to face it. If we succeed, it’ll be a great thing. If we fail, you shouldn’t worry. Everyone in the Ares family is righteous and determined. We aren’t afraid of death.” Angel stared at Angeline with a touched expression on her face. In her eyes, her mommy was the gentlest woman in the world. She was gentle, and she had a lithe physique. Therefore, Daddy and her brothers always looked after her.

Angels tried defending and dodging the attacks Since they were more in number they overpowered and started injuring the angels. I saw Amy and Sam who were trying to fight with dark angels and escape their black magic. during this while, I can see Amy and Sam are getting injured. I felt angry and screamed. A white light came from my body and suddenly all angel's pain and injuries vanished and they both fought. Meanwhile, I looked for Elena. I saw her taking my mom somewhere. I followed her. Sam saw me and asked me to wait but I followed the dark angel.

On Nisemono's face you'd see hunger for victory and on Tenshi was anger towards the winged enemy. They both backed away for a second and then back at coming at each other. They were fast, like they'd been using teleportation to attack but the other would dodge or meet the other's dagger. The sound of their weapon colliding was music to the old man. He finally opened his eyes to see how in sync the Angel of Death's chosen ones were. Speaking of chosen ones, he gaze at the room where Amrak was, an evil grin then displayed his face.

Something to wake up to - something more than my duty as an Alpha. Family. Friends. Comrades. I closed my eyes as I sent a prayer to the Goddess, thanking Her for watching and guiding us all. The years didn’t go by easily, but we all made it through. And then I thanked her for Andrea. My little minx. My little warrior. My heart. The Goddess gave me everything I wanted in life, the moment she gave me Andrea. THE END. IN THE ARMS OF MY ALPHA - Cassandra M / Feb-Mar 2022

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.