Last Angel Novels & Stories

Marisa asked breaking angel away from her thoughts. "Oh, I am usually up this early for school anyway, my body is probably just used to waking up around this time." angel explained. Marisa nodded in understanding, and then an awkward silence filled the room. angel wondered what marisa thought of her. angel is a seventeen year old girl who was pregnant. She probably thought of her as some whore.

I tense as Angel disentangles herself from me and steps up to her impostor. “I am the Luna, the Beast, the Queen of the Dead, and most importantly – I. Am. Leo’s. Mate.” She seethes in the bitch’s face before unsheathing her sword and cutting off her head with one swift move. What the hell? “Was she bad?” Hunter asks from the porch. He saw that! “She was trying to steal your daddy, baby. Grey, can you take care of it, please?” Angel is not at all concerned about him seeing her decapitating someone.

He looks like a baby needing protection. “I am tired”, he whispers, and I nod my head before bending down again and kissing the top of his head. He closes his eyes, and he starts crying again. “I am so tired, Hazel, I am tired of fighting for you, I am tired of my brother, and I am tired of how I am always put last, I am always chosen last, my father chose my brother, Derrick chose to follow my brother, you chose him”, Angel says and I feel my heart breaking into a thousand pieces again. Poor angel. Constantly being put last in everyone’s life. I feel a tear rolling down my cheek, but I quickly clean it with the back of my hand.

What hurt even more was the realization that Angela wasn’t just any ex. From the information she gathered, it was clear that Angela had been more than a fling; they had shared a deep, intimate relationship, the same was said for a woman called Diana. Who was tagged late. Died from unknown cause. However, the Article tagged Angela as the one true love of Antonio, whom he put even before Diana. This was confirmed by his late grandma during an interview before her death. Hinata went further to ask about where Antonio Montero is currently. “Declared dead, with his body not found”

Then—just as Sebastian stepped through the Hartwell gates—he ran straight into Vivian, who'd been waiting impatiently for Nathan and Nathan Jr. And in that moment, the system's cold, mechanical voice echoed in my mind: [Mission complete. Transmission initiating now.] A blinding white light flashed, and my soul vanished from this world without a trace. Sebastian's body went rigid. His eyes reddened without warning. "After everything," he whispered, "you still wouldn't give me a chance." He shoved past the stunned Vivian and walked away, never looking back. Vivian barely had time to process the shock of seeing my corpse—before she found herself staring into Nathan's bloodshot, terrifying eyes.

He couldn’t believe he had ever doubted her, she was the epitome of innocence, they lived two worlds away yet bonded together. Her taste, the sweetest thing he had ever tasted and he could get addicted to it. She watched him with innocent eyes, completely clueless, he was the big bad wolf and she was the white sheep. His complete opposite. She was his angel, the cold Mafia’s Angel.

The place smelled of alcohol and desperation, and I didn't dare ask who these people were. "What is this place? And what did you tell him?" I whispered to Amber, as the bartender led us ahead, showing the way. "I simply said I wanted to see one of the Archangels. The one we seek is Lucifer. He's known as the Angel of Death. They say he's never failed a job, but I've heard he's quite expensive. But we need the best if we're going to find Tyler before the Alpha King gets his hands on him!" Amber muttered seriously.

"I don't know what I did last time to help. Styx doesn't know what to do... I- I'm so sorry." He whispered out, crying. That's when a loud, thunderous scream was heard from the girl Kwen introduced as her sister. She dropped to her knees, yelling in pain at her sister's near end. Logan went to hold her when he was shocked by electricity that surrounded her. She stood, and the ground around us shook. It felt like an earthquake with each step she took towards the pool of the water. Angel seemed eerily calm as tears still fell from her eyes. People were about to stop her from touching the water, but her family kept anyone and everyone back who thought to touch her. She began to speak in some la

One side of it was wide enough for him to squeeze through. He hoped. He looked outside to make sure that shadow wasn’t a trick. “Hey, cool! Dolphins!” Michael waved. “I like dol-phins better than sharks. They smile.” And, more importantly, they were on their side. Logan took one last look down the corridor. Past the dead Brutus and into the inky darkness. Angel was back there. With at least three other makos and a sea monster who’d once been a goddess. He had to save his son. That’s what Angel wanted. “How about we go meet them, Michael?” Tucking

“You didn’t. You didn’t.” Nero’s mouth twitched, impressed but not broken. “Wow. You’re stronger than I thought. Still won’t save you.” Alessio’s gun snapped up. “Try me.” But Nero didn’t run. He just smiled and backed toward a trapdoor. Again. “You can kill me now,” Nero hummed. “Or you can come find out where the next angel is.” Alessio’s jaw clenched. “You’re bluffing.” Nero’s grin widened. “There’s another one. Coded to Noa. A girl this time. Pretty thing. She’s already on her way to one of your safehouses.”