In Arms Angel Novels & Stories

Finally, I turned right and padded around the corner— A pair of arms grabbed me, then pushed me against the wall. “I told you you wouldn't get away,” Ardian purred. “I don't want to hurt you, Angel, but”—he pulled out his gun and aimed it at my forehead—"I will shoot you if you try anything funny.” “Ardian… please,” I breathed, slowly lifting my hands. “Let me go. You're starting a war.” He snorted. “Over you? Maledetti doesn't care about you. I'm the only one who can truly protect you, remember?” He inched closer, a menacing smile curving his lips. “I killed for you.”

When the need to survive was strong, the will to fight was even stronger. I need to save him, I need to get my Armand away from the deranged elven king. Wings or no wings, I will try my hardest to save him, the fallen angel deserves his freedom. He will not wither away in a cold, filthy dungeon. *****

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

We return fire, taking down several enemies with precise shots. Fuck. We should’ve just used guns. They're more convenient. I’m sure the cops will show up soon, but it won't be a problem with my power and position now. I don’t give a fuck. Angel uses his dual pistols to wipe out enemies on the left while Jack lands crushing punches and kicks to the ones on the right. They are my two wings. I love them. "I'm almost in position!" Angel yells above the gunfire. "Hold on there, guys," Jack shouts as he dodges the barrage.

Angel is a fairly tall man around six feet with broad shoulders with a lot of lean muscle, a slight tan with shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes. “Alpha Raven, it’s good to meet you,” Angel bows his head baring his neck making me nod while reaching out to shake his hand. “It is good to meet you, Angel. I hear you’re Alpha Osric’s brother and quite the warrior?” I question with a small smile as he firmly shakes my hand.

When Angel opened her eyes, she was already in the hospital. The room was all white and smelled of medicine. She touched her stomach and immediately sat up anxiously. A strong hand held her. "Relax, Angel. Your baby will be fine." Angel turned and saw Dave holding her with one hand. The man looked pale and had a bandage on his arm; apparently, Jim's shot hit his arm. Dave followed Angel's gaze into his arm and grimaced. "It's not fatal; it just grazed my arm-"

The girl exclaimed, visibly petrified. “Damn it!” Angel said as she released a sky full of petals. Since she had received her mother’s Goddess of Nature legacy, her special powers were more in touch with nature. Each and every one of these petals she made was a deadly weapon. Suddenly, a voice shrieked loudly. “Summer! Be careful!” ‘Summer?’ Angel turned her head and was met with a horrific sight. Summer was surrounded by four Iron Demons at the time. They used their swords to set up a sword formation, trapping Summer entirely. These swords were radiating law power too. Hence there really was no way out of that.

I say thickly, knowing that I owe him a lot more for saving my ass in the past. Slowly, with caution, I climb into the van and wrap my fingers around Arnicas’ wrists, lowering them from her ears. Her body visibly shakes as tears streak her flushed cheeks. “Angel, baby,” I whisper, not wanting to startle her. “I need you to look at me.” Squeezing her eyes shut, she shakes her head, wrapping her arms around her legs pressed against her chest. My heart sinks into the pit of my stomach when I realise that this can be triggering for her.

Serious wounds and injury would do him no good, even if he's a god, for it'll require him ambrosia, the heavenly food of the gods, for him to recover. The cold tip's pressure against his back disappears. Dionysus felt relief flood his body as he slowly turned to face whoever they are. And he was met with a child - a teenager - with feline eyes, a button nose, and raven-black hair holding a bow and arrow that's taller than their body. A wave of nostalgia ripples through the wine god as he stared at the pale skinned boy. Has he seen him before?

The only difference was the fact that a brick wall wouldn’t have instantly reached out to steady her. The moment she felt his hands on her forearms, Angel’s heart began to go wild. All her anxiety and frustration, all her tension and her wishes to simply disappear suddenly collided into one and the tears began to stream down her face. “Whoa, hey, Angie,” Layon exclaimed, still holding onto her as though he thought she might fall over if he let go. “What’s going on?” Drawn in by his stormy grey eyes, Angel found herself unable to speak for a moment. The warmth of his palms on her forearms was soothing and enticing, and it made her entire body sizzle with desire. Her teeth gritted even