Male Angel Novels & Stories

Like incense burned in a forbidden temple. "Still hiding among the broken things, Angel?" The voice was a low thrum, velvet over gravel, sliding down her spine and pooling molten heat low in her belly. Not fear. Never fear with him. Just the inevitable, gravitational pull. She turned. Malakai filled the doorway, rain glistening on the worn leather of his jacket, plastering dark strands of hair to his temples. Exiled demon. Fallen star. Her ruin, or perhaps her only possible redemption. His eyes, the colour of aged whiskey catching fire, held hers. No mockery tonight. Just a hunger so profound it stole her breath.

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leaches, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. I want you to respect me, my word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years. You will be by my side when I need you, you will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Meliaka smiled as she looked at the little half angel, who had grown far more than her expectation. "You seems familiar, have we met before.... Meliaka nodded, once before her birth, Madeline was Meliaka on Astral. Maliaka was the moon goddess, she had already known about Madeline since before the day she was born, she saw her trials and her tribulations..she couldn't do much but sent little help to her aid. "I knew you before you were born, you are the moon goddess on Astral, this world has you to either protect it or destroy it.."

Yet, they aroused a feeling of a dark, untenable evil, death, and an infinitely boundless abyss of savagery. Once he was out of the pool of blood, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure levorotated it's neck twice, before it spoke, "I've been in this hell of a place for so long, thanks to this blood offering I'm finally revived. Hump! you Lords Of The Skies, just you wait for me. I'm going to be the end of your race and the doom of your descendants." From the way it spoke and the emotion reflected in his voice and face, it was clear he had an intense hatred for the one's it called 'Lords of The sky'.

It felt dominating. Everyone witnessed the angel stood and leaped out from the hand print crater. It was unreal. The angel was glowing with blinding light. It stood with its imposing 15 feet height. No one would mistake the angel as human. Its wings gave it incredible speeds and great maneuverability. What was most eye catching was its face. It was beauty personified. You could look at its face and your worries would cease to exist. Its eyes were kind. Like someone you could confide your secrets with. Someone you could pour your heartaches out and knew that he would listen with understanding and acceptance.

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"Somebody was trying to keep him safe, they hid what he was with a spell. They must have known he wouldn't be safe in his old pack... And not just because he's an omega or any normal hybrid. But because he's part werewolf and part angel." My eyes went wide as I stared at her in disbelief. My eyes slowly moved to him as I looked at our little mate in my arms. "Angel? Like humans, heaven angel?" "No silly, Celine's the moon goddess. She has her own angels as well." "Oh." I said feeling silly just like she called me. Of course I know she has angels. It's just not something that's usually talked about. As a matter of fact, I don't know a whole lot about them. They're more like a myth.

I wasn’t jealous, but I didn’t like it. Daylen walked us into a store. The main theme was white and almost every piece of clothing on the ranks was white. We were welcomed by an angel in a white bandage dress. She had tiny white wings sticking out of her back. Made me think of Daylen’s majestic wings and how he always had to keep them hidden. “Hello Daylen.” She smiled then she realized he wasn’t alone and cleared her throat. “Welcome to Angelic Affairs. I’m Mandy, I’ll be helping you find whatever your heart desires.”