Last Angel Novels & Stories

At 6 pm Angel and Sean arrived in London. Luckily their plane was delayed for an hour so they could board the plane without having to book a different airline. Angel stepped into the arrivals door and she took a breath of air. Her eyes were closed and she spread her arms wide. America is a wonderful country, but London is Angel's home. She was born and raised here. Her funeral is also likely to be held in London as well. Ah, Angel immediately shook her head. She was going to die, but she couldn't be sad forever. She had to make the most of the remaining time cheerfully.

A dim angel. The longer she looked, the more persuaded she got to be this wasn’t an blessed messenger. He was as excellent as one, that was for beyond any doubt. His expression was one of ponder, as if he were gazing at something uncommon and dazzling that he didn’t merit to see. The see painted over his sharp, aristocratic highlights gave him the see of a carved-stone statue come to life. She tilted her head, and the light moved on his confront. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t indeed appear to breathe. She grinned, considering that this had to be a dream.

"What do you want Angelo Angels" asked the other male in a monotonous tone, his cheeks was grim, the angelic sexy male was surprised before he smiled "I guess you really remembered everything and even everything that your ancestors knew about the household, yes our real surname is not Alessandro but Angels, Alessandro was my ancestor and the first ruler to come out from his throne and started this plan of ours, he is the first and seeing that it's a better name to take to hide more from... some prying eyes we took it so basically it's also our name" he smiled as he explained.

Every time I pause, even for a second, he makes a small, distressed sound until I resume. "I love you," I whisper against his temple. "So much it hurts." A faint smile touches his blood-stained lips. "Love you... more, Angel. Always." He drifts in and out of consciousness after that, never fully asleep but never fully awake either. Finn's words echo louder in my head now. Azren is getting worse by the hour. The blood coughing is new and terrifying. And tonight... tonight the Werewolf Corps wants him at that meeting. I can't let that happen.

, Younger exclaimed with a sigh. The angel's expression turned quizzical as he tilted his head, "Why would I hate you? I haven't even seen you before!". "Well! in case you didn't notice, I am a demon. Red eyes, Black wings, duh!! And sunbae, Angels and Demons hate each other.", the other drawled, rolling his eyes. Asa cringed at the honorific, "Can you just not call me that! And no. I don't hate you. I don't have a reason to". The younger smiled, his dimples showing as he spoke, "My name is Kyle, and thanks for not hating me", getting a gentle smile in return.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it. { to know more about the magnificent hall, I’ll show you around personally when you get to heaven #wink } On my way to the magnificent hall I had to fly over brother Luci building which has been deserted for over a millennium years. Passing over this building always makes me remember about brother Luci, I was the last angel created, and I heard it was mother creator that asked that I should be made. I was the youngest and the most cherished of the angels by mother creator like how the supreme

"Don't you want to live?" "Yes, sir. Please don't kill me. I beg you. Please." "Then cut his dick off, I will spare you." Damian whispered pointing the other guy which made the both of them to tremble in fear. "Please, sir spare me. I will leave this city please spare us." The guy who was pointed begged by clutching onto Damian's legs for mercy but Damian's gaze was stuck upon the guy whom he offered. "Well, do or die." " I-I, sir I just, ple-"

he ended his words. I breathed and spoke for the first time. “I forgave you for a long time now. But that doesn’t mean I forget. I haven't judged you since then, Angelo. My last words to you can prove that. All I hoped was for you to forgive things and move forward. And now that I heard what I’ve been wanting to hear from you. I can finally say that my one and only desire for you happened.” He smiled like an angel, just like what he is. Angel once became a traitor as well. But no matter what happens, they’re still the same. The windows of God’s greatness.

“Also, 59 is not old, you got a whole new life ahead of you,” “Hahaha, you are right, why am I being pessimistic over this? It doesn’t suit me, the anger and pain got over me, it was quite shocking, thank you son, for your time, you should go inside now too, right? The celebration cannot be completed without the celebrant” “I’ll head back now then,” Azrael agreed, he turned his back and started going inside but before he can fully leave, he looked back to say these words to Don Antonio,