Novel & Cerita Marvel Angel

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"My name is Marcus Aurelius one of the archangels of the creator, I was created by the creator as a replacement for Lucifer after he rebelled against the creator.i was given the role of an archangel immediately after my creation much to the envy of the lower Angela.i loved my position and attacked my tasks without delay until one fateful dayan incident happened that costed me my position u"

When I do, the pain returns tenfold to my wounds, and I fall in a heap on the ground. Marvel’s magic and his desire to keep me safe must have prevented the wounds from manifesting into being life-threatening. Without his magic to keep the bleeding and pain at bay, I’m now bleeding out, and the pain is unimaginable. “Harriet!” Marvel yells, reaching for me with his small hands, unsure of how to help. “Child, don’t! She is...” When Antonio reaches for him to pull him away from me, Marvel turns his glare on Antonio, growling menacingly, and his eyes glow an eerie blue, his aura unbelievably strong for a child.

PRINCE ROWAN'S POV Could this day get any worse. I sigh in frustration as I avert my eyes from the young girl who has just been dragged in front of the stage and look at the guards waiting for an explanation. The four guards step back to allow an older woman to step forward. I recognize her immediately.She is the mother of my mate. I don't know why I actually call the girl my mate, because she is not. We have no mate bond, but everyone including my parents think we are meant to be since she is the only other angel in the land and I'm just being ignorant and unloving.

Aliya growls. My angel's entire body is glowing along with her beautiful eyes. I look past Morrison to see her gaze fixed on a who I am guessing is Harlow and a guy. I am guessing that the guy is Liam but I am not sure. I hear more howling and I know that means that King Luthar and his guys are close. I watch as she levitates herself off the ground. You can her immense power floating in the air. I see Tallyn and Lailani come running out the front door but just as they go to step down they disappear. Just as I thought she sent them to Alpha Riccardo. I get a link from Luke letting me know that his uncles have surrounded the area with their guys so no one can escape. Something tells me

"DAEN IT!" I threw a chair on the wall in anger. It seemed like the last straw for me. Why couldn't she trust me!? Why does she trust Carl over me! H*ck! Right now, it seemed like she could trust any man over me! "Why Angel? Why?!" I'm not the type of guy who cries over small things. Especially not over girls, but, Angel... she had the power to make this gangleader cry for her. Yes. I admit. I'm fri**ing crying over the possibilities of Angel being hurt! Or being killed.

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.

She took one step and two ladies joined her in the living room both in uniforms and so did a woman in a white coat and a gentleman in a black tuxedo. "Er, who are you?" Camila asked staring at the four pairs of eyes looking at her. "I am Mavis," one of the ladies in uniform replied "I am Marian," the other introduce "I am Dr Chloe," replied the next lady "I am Martin, your bodyboard," said the man in a tuxedo "We are at your service," they said in unison "Wow, Mrs Carter got all of this for me," Camila thought with a smile "Thank you," she replied with a smile and Martin took her bag upstairs to what would be her room

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

he muttered, eyeing the figures, their chants growing louder, the platform trembling. Mara’s knife glinted, her stance steady despite the fear in her eyes. “They’re not real,” she said, her voice sharp. “They’re her—extensions.” “Real enough to kill us,” I said, the mark pulsing, her presence a cold weight in my mind, her laugh weaving through the chants. I felt the city’s pulse, its streets, its spires, all tied to her, to me, to the Veil’s fragile threads. She stepped forward, her black eyes locked on mine, her voice—my voice—soft but piercing. “You’re home, Angel. This city, this power—it’s what you were made for. Stop fighting it.”