My Beast Is The 12-winged Angel Novels & Stories

What the hell was the Alpha saying? “Did you say the beast changed his mind?” “Yes—” “Are you certain these men are men from The Howling Abyss Pack? The last time I checked, Alpha Caius is a man of his word. How did this happen? Are you sure about this, my lord?” “I am more than certain. I'm sure because this man who has led the rest, is a Beta to the beast. That aside, I received a letter from Aegon, through Caius who confirmed it is not a lie.”

Unconsciously, I grabbed my belly, my instincts telling me to protect my unborn child first. I tried to move, to dodge, but my limbs felt heavy, unresponsive. Panic surged through me as Tessa’s finger tightened on the trigger. I closed my eyes, bracing for the impact, but then something incredible happened. In that split second, when I thought this was definitely my end, a figure darted in front of me. It was Tristan, his eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief and determination.

I kept my face in a cool mask of indifference as she continued, the spear that was still in my shoulder burning hotly. “Have you forgotten so soon Beast? What got you here in the first place? You are a copy of your father! A brutish beast who can never love any-” Ma Jules spewed before I wrenched her head back, snapping it messily from her neck just as I felt her spine break under my foot and the body crumple to the gritty floor. I sighed heavily, howling a guttural dirge of exhausted victory as the full moon’s energy caressed the fur of my Alpha.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

CHAPTER-1 ‘DONALD POV’ “ Sir Donald here’s the list of those person who killed your Mother "I looked at Jimbe when I heard him speak. I couldn't stop gripping the mini glass full of whiskey that I’m holding because of my excessive restraint of anger while looking at the lists of people who killed my Mother, How do they live happily and peace despite the crime they did? What if I do that to the people they love in life? will they live happily and peacefully like today?

“You seem a little tense.” “Ember, I know what I am now so I need your friends here now.” I ordered. Ember nods and goes outside to find them. After a couple minutes of waiting they came in along with Ember. “So you know what you are?” Bella asks. I nodded. “What are you? Royal Class Demon?” “More than that.” Casey, Bella, and Ember cocked their heads. “I am a demon and angel hybrid.” I admitted. Their mouths dropped to the floor. Casey looked puzzled though. “Casey, is there something wrong?”

Thank you Prince it was a light of confusion if you got closer you would be confused in your mind. Suddenly a host of angels with black double wings appeared in front of us. They were in millions covering the surface of the sea. One could not find its way through. I became frightened and didn’t know what to do I heard the sound of whistleblowing slowly behind my ears as it flew slowly my voice also followed in a soft tone let the lightning and thunder strike now. Suddenly lightning and thunder stroked violently. I could see the surface of the sea was clear. A very big beast appeared in front of us with a double ball of fire burning in his hands. I didn’t delay but said be destroyed by the di

They are your saviours, your judgement and your damnation. There were four of them. Four huge creatures, each with twelve wings of fire that burned so brightly it was difficult to look upon them. Their skin shone with coppery scales and their serpent tails, stretched long behind them, twisting and curling together as they flew, spinning a never-ending maelstrom around the empty Throne of the Angels.

He had pinned me against the cold stone of the relic chamber, his arm coiled around my head, the other hand bruising my hip. His breath was ragged, his golden eyes heavy with the darkness of the curse that threatened to consume him. “You want to hate me,” he growled, his fangs scraping against my throat. “Your scent tells me otherwise, even as your eyes promise murder.” I choked on a breath, my body betraying me. “I will never be your Queen,” I snapped, even as my body arched towards him. He laughed softly, pressing his hips into mine, so I could feel the rigid length of him. “I don’t want a Queen, little Null. I want to burn alive in you before the world ends. And you, you’re going

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.