Karen Kingsbury Angels Walking Series Novels & Stories

Just long enough that he doesn’t have time to react before I pull away, smile at his flabbergasted state and walk away. “See you tonight.” I throw over my shoulder as I head back to the castle. ____________________________ Kim “I can’t be an angel.” An angel. A fucking angel. “My mothers human.” An angel. An angel. An angel. “Except she wasn’t.” The male has a devilish smile on his lips. “Angel blood runs through her veins. Why don’t yo show your first born how angelic you are, Laila?” And from behind the platform, my mother walks out. With her Snow White hair. With a little boy attached to her leg.

If I could, I would have heard Morena announce Abigail’s presence with a loud screech. I stood at attention as Abigail rushed with vampire speed though the main hall of the monastery and down a circular stairway that was made of stone. I struggled to understand what was happening as stones crumbled around her. It wasn’t until I spotted a fireball that I realized she’d been discovered.

They had never seen such a thing. "Karen, my child, won't you calm down and greet your guardian angel before she leaves you again?" The voice said this in a soft, low voice like the one mothers use when singing lullabies to their kids. Abruptly, the fire stopped, and Karen collapsed. Alpha Rasmore was the first one to run towards her. Silently, without a word, he scooped her into his arms and cried silently. Patrilia and the rest wanted to run to her as well, but the guardian angel asked them to stop. "Give them some time, my child." She instructed them, and they all stayed waiting for their turn, although half-heartedly.

She listened in to each door as she continued to walk down the corridor, but there was no sound or even any shuffling of feet to show some movement. Kara wasn’t easily scared but the darkness blanketing her was hardly the most inviting of environments. It was taking so much of her bravado to not go running out of the mansion like a scaredy cat. “Thank you for your hospitality,” she said to no one in particular. “I meant no trouble at all. This was all a stupid prank and I never meant to end up in your property. I trust I can find my way to the door.” Kara looked behind her for a few seconds, half expecting to see a figure burst out of any of the rooms. When she was only met with more silence

My body felt slightly better, but my mind was still restless. I had to give Angel her food. I went downstairs, and once again, the maids wouldn’t stop staring. But this time, they said nothing. No remarks. No mocking. No smiles. I walked into the kitchen, picked up Angel’s food, and made my way to her room. She was alone. The moment I stepped inside, I noticed the gloom on her face. Her usual brightness was gone. “What’s wrong, Angel?” I asked gently. I placed the tray on the table.

She was already imagining the things she would do next. But she saw another door on the passenger seat open. Pheobe almost suspected it was Finn. She waited for a few seconds to see something that disappointed and angered her the most. Xander ran around his car to help Angel get out of his car. He carried Angel without hesitation, while Angel's arm was around his shoulders. “I’ll have Steve bring your crutches upstairs.” “I told you I could walk on my own. You’re too much, Xander.” “I like being over the top for you. I would be considered a cruel boss for letting my injured secretary walk up to the twentieth floor by herself.”

The old pool hall was a dive, full of lowlifes, thieves, and small time gangsters. The one place Remy had tried to escape, but her anger had brought her back, back to a place she didn’t ever want to be. Marisol, the rich bitch who thought she could walk into Dirty Angels and tell her what to do, take what was hers. She didn’t trust her around Ethan, not one bit, and if she crossed Remy again, Remy would show her who she really was.

Something threaded from her to him and tugged. Down the table, Bambi Robertson glowed—a landscaper with dirt-earned strength and a designer’s eye; chips stolen from her own diet without guilt. Charles, arborist and ballast, watched her with the quiet love of a man who prefers ground underfoot. Their daughter Angel—sixteen, golden and eager—talked snorkels and snakes with her cousin Deny, already rescuing stray creatures in her future.

"Okay, we're done discussing this. We'd better get out of the car before Harriet goes to bed. They must all be worried about you." After that Sean got out of the car first to get Angel's wheelchair out. Angel saw how excited Sean looked to prepare her wheelchair, then Sean put it outside Angel's car door. As soon as Sean opened the car door, he carried Angel carefully. "My body must be heavy." Angel said as she brought her arm around Sean's neck. Angel knows that she has lost a lot of weight because of this disease, but Angel still feels that Sean will have a hard time carrying her. Moreover, Sean will do this many times because Angel can no longer walk.

“Dragging a heavy carcass with an injured foot made it even longer. I’m just saying that, in such an isolated area, there is no one to stop them from migrating if there were any around to do so. I don’t think that they’re near the border. I think they’re deeper in toward the heart of the zombie area.” “This is where you killed the cats?” Felix said with surprise. “Not far from here,” Kendra said as she dropped down next to her cousin. “I just need a few minutes to catch my breath and then I’m good again.” “Felix and I won’t be good for an easy twenty minutes,” Olga assured her. “His club foot and my old age keep us from being as fit as you.”