Marvel Angel Novels & Stories

After a momentary pause, he said, “Previously, we all assumed that the person who schemed against you was the mysterious man who kept approaching Angel. However, I can now confirm that he wasn’t the one who harmed you and Savannah.” Jens was extremely shocked. “Baby Robbie, did you manage to obtain some reliable news?” Baby Robbie gestured for him to come closer. Jens leaned his ear closer to him. Baby Robbie lowered his voice and said, “I overheard Sis Angel’s conversation with Mommy. It turns out that Sis Angel isn’t from our world. She’s from a future planet. The mysterious person who’s following her around is a guardian who protects her.” Jens was beyond shocked. “Angel has such a unique

Now that he finally had her in the grasp of his hand, he wasn't letting the little angel go anywhere. ****** Raphaella told the doctor of all the symptoms she had, and the doctor drew blood from her and took it to the lab for testing. So, right now she was waiting in his office for the test results and Raphaella decided to call Betty. “Hey girl, what's up?” Betty asked in her usual, bright tone. Raphaella groaned. “You won't believe who my new bodyguard is.” “Who is it? Is it that hot bodyguard/ model that we always see on TV? Oh my gosh! Is it Dwayne Johnson?” Betty asked, excitedly. Raphaella rolled her eyes at Betty's bad guess.

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

Zane had to smile at her. “Angel, there is nothing bad in you.” “Of course there is. Do you think I would be okay with what you did tonight if I was all good and pure? Do you think I would enjoy the things we do if I didn’t have a streak of bad in me?” she asked. She had a smile on her face which told Zane she enjoyed the idea of being a little bad.

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

He even gave me a one-day grace period so I could still enjoy my freedom. Like why the hellcrap did I end up this way? I know I'm not a good person and I deserve every misfortune that life has to offer, but what the flying fuck? Seriously? A cunning supernatural creature with a horned skull for a mask? Bruh, if the universe wanted to punish me, they should have sent a sexy vampire instead.

Mask was already in place. Angel asked again, quieter than before, “Is he badly hurt?” Tony didn't answer. He couldn't. Because Angel—Angel with his fragile form, his bare legs on display had his beautiful violet eyes now look clear. The earlier confusion and panic was long gone, only worry remained. “Why?” he found himself asking Angel. Angel’s gaze became determined. After a breathtaking silence, he said: “I’m a doctor.” Then he added, rambling—it was a habit—

I fisted her hair as I deepened the kiss, and she moaned louder. “I need you,” she whispered into my mouth. “Just a few more days, Angel; if I start now, I won’t be able to let you go.” “I’m aching; I need you now, Kian,” she said. She moaned as she fisted my hair. Fuck. “We’re going home. This is the last place I’ll fuck you, baby.” I stood up and made her stand in front of me as I set her clothes straight. “Let’s go.” I led her out. “Marcel, I need to go somewhere; when you get in contact with the driver, let me know.”

"Bring him back to life and what? Introduce him to who you are? A ruthless mafia? A man who owns a network of people who speak and walk DEATH. What would you do to him? Talk to him about all beautiful butterflies and flowers just to shove the thorns of reality down his throat. No way. I am not gonna let you close with my baby brother. I might have made a mistake, but he is my baby brother. I won’t let him face your world. I won’t let him see the actual face of the man standing. No way am gonna allow you to enter his life". Jeffery spat in anger. He was true. He wasn’t lying. Lucas knew all this. He was the fucking Mafia Boss. He had built his kingdom from scratches and ruled the underworld f

She orders firmly. I chuckle at her false bravado and rise from my perch to begin my story. “Several years ago, an angel betrayed the Council and nearly destroyed it until a friend of mine, Mathias, stopped him. Unfortunately, the man had an accomplice. Her name is Marael. She was a witch who was killed and resurrected for nefarious purposes. The problem was that Marael lost her magic the day she died. Since then, she has made it her mission to kill her coven and set a plan to regain her powers.”