La Mirada Del Angel Caido Novels & Stories

My reflection stared back—not hers, but mine, yet wrong, the mark glowing, my eyes flickering black. “No,” I whispered, but the bond twisted, and I felt her—inside, rising, the mark pulsing faster. Lucian grabbed my shoulders, his voice desperate—“Fight it, Angel!”—but the mirror *moved*, not reflecting but *opening*, a portal, and through it, I saw the city, real now, its streets filled with figures, not human, not pack, but something else, their eyes on me, waiting.

The partitioned presence inside my mind answers before I can. Observer authority override detected. My stomach tightens. “No,” I say quietly. Ezra wipes rain from his face and squints into the golden tear. “So what is it?” The wind slows again. The rain softens. Almost like the storm itself is backing away. Then something moves inside the light. Not descending. Stepping. Like the sky is a doorway and someone just walked through it. The angel emerges. Not falling. Walking. One step out of the rift… then another… until it stands suspended twenty meters above the flooded street.

" We are both the only ones who can change something. A silence fell in the room. The world was still falling apart by the rain outside. I had a slight suspicion that the fury in the heavens would not pass for a long time, especially with the most powerful archangel in heaven, the angel of death, receiving shelter by the queen of demons. God should be furious. During those seconds when no conversation seemed worthy of being started, I noticed that Miguel was deliberately avoiding looking into my eyes. Now he was looking at the marks on his hands, certainly remembering the horrors of his punishment.

The carriage was a box of nightmares. Angel couldn't breathe. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Luciano’s face, then blood, then Elijah’s cold smile. Her hands flew to her head, fingers digging into her scalp. "No, no, no," she whispered, rocking back and forth. The words were stuck in her head, a broken record: *I ordered my men to kill Luciano.* A sob ripped out of her, so hard it hurt. Then another. She was gasping for air, her whole body shaking. This couldn't be real. It was a bad dream. A horrible, terrible dream. She had to wake up. "Luciano," she choked out, his name a prayer on her lips. "Please, please, please."

My brain immediately thinks ‘Angel’. An angel that is about to defile me. The candle flickers, then dims without warning. I blink, and the image before me changes.

Leticia was startled awake by the sudden 'woosh' of air caused by the Angel flying away and the cloak which he had placed over her to cover her was partially blown off her body and along with it, the debris of broken sticks and dead leaves which littered the forest floor. She laid still and unmoving on the ground for a while, with her eyes open and staring straight to the sky and to the tree tops. What had just happened? Had she seen right? For the first time ever, she had come so very close to a creature which she had only heard of from people and which she had only read in books, she had seen an Angel. She almost could not believe it.

Follow up with Van. Van is not like other angels. He is the highest of all but in the eyes of the angels he has no wings. Actually there is. But the eyes of angels do not see that. Only he and those above him can see that. He didn't deny it on purpose. The eyes can't really see it

This was a lot more magic than she had in the last reel. I could feel the power emanating from her, even from where I was standing. I looked over at her and the amount of bioluminescence that was surrounding her looked like a thick cloud of shining glowing specs. She was chanting something different from the last reel, and with both of her hands she motioned to throw the magic built up, directly at both of the Angels. Her magic penetrated the shield as if it weren’t even there, blasting directly into both Angels. I watched as it sent them flying. Andres was killed immediately, his body rolled lifelessly across the sand. I watched as the beginning of the tear between the realms sealed itself

He activated the crimson circle. The giant Blood Mirror above me glowed. A dark red beam pierced my veins. Agony shot through me like a million silver needles. It was pulling out my memories. The Crimson Trial drains a vampire's blood to project their past. It shreds the soul. It feels like burning under the noon sun. It is the cruelest punishment for traitors. I felt the mirror sucking my life away. But I didn't fight it. Instead, I felt a weird, perfect peace.

I murmured to Angel’s pale and cold body before leaving her in her final resting place. ~ * ~ Angeline After my soul managed to stop crying for Sia, I did what the voice asked me to and opened my eyes. Blinking twice, I tried to focus on the golden blur in front of me. “Oh my Goddess!” I gasped as I finally saw her clearly. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were as silver as the moon and a soothing light radiated from her.