Novel & Cerita Mystreet: When Angels Fall

Now the stampede that had gone where trumping back. Feral felt his spine run cold at the sight of hundreds of angels, four-winged, five-winged spread forth their wings within the sky as they speedily besieged them. His knees buckled slightly as the horror approached but he was a step faster and directly slammed the door closed. They had to escape. NOW!

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

a little bit. The moon and stars were staring right back at us. "That night, it was a full moon. My mom and I just moved back here a couple of weeks prior. For days all I did was think about my dad. I hadn't seen him in ten years. He never went looking for us too. It wasn't like we were hard to find. But I guess he just never wanted to find us. I was curious. I wondered how he was doing. What he looked like. So I started asking around, and soon enough I got his home address. I decided to go to his house that night, well it wasn't really a house, it was a goddamn mansion. But when I got there, there was this party going on that his son was throwing. He wasn't home, of course. So I started wa

“Accidents happen a lot around here. Especially to people who don’t know when to shut up.” Zack glared, but he didn’t say another word. He just grabbed the redhead’s hand and stormed out, dripping wet and humiliated. The moment he disappeared through the door, a slow, satisfied smile spread across my face. Spider walked past me, shaking his head with a chuckle. “You’re catching up fast, Angel. Street life looks good on you.” “Guess I learn quick,” I said, still smiling, still high on adrenaline. He winked. “Keep that fire, but don’t burn yourself with it.”

I breathe, and he smiles. "Your wolf is awakening. Trust me, that's the least shocking thing that just happened. Take a look outside the window for me, Angel," he says, and I turn. My jaw drops. Several bodies lie scattered across the parking lot, unconscious, some smoking faintly, like they were flash-burnt. Azren laughs, delighted. "Gods...look at the ruin you unleash when you come apart for me. They think I'm the threat. They obviously haven't met you yet."

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

I immediately flagged down a taxi and told the driver to follow them closely. Under the dim streetlights, I saw something that made my blood run cold. Sophia was bent over between Victor’s legs, her head moving rhythmically. Victor’s eyes were half-closed. One hand rested on the steering wheel, while the other pressed against the back of her head, guiding her slowly. The taxi driver let out a low whistle. At the sound, Sophia froze, and Victor, distracted, jerked the wheel. The Maserati swerved like a wild beast out of control and slammed straight into the taxi.

It’s like trying to catch a falling star At night I dream That she is there When I can’t feel her in the air Tell me, tell me The words to define The way I fell about someone so fine How do you talk to an angel? How do you hold her close to where you are? How do you talk to an angel? It’s like trying to catch a falling star

Castle. The road stretched ahead like a blur of black glass, the headlights slicing through the fog that had settled before dawn. My hands were tight on the steering wheel, my pulse drumming under my skin. I kept thinking maybe I’d spot that damned sedan again, the one that had taken Angel. But each turn, each red light, each empty intersection gave me nothing. Just empty darkness.. When I finally slammed my hand against the wheel, it wasn’t just frustration. It was helplessness. I could feel it burning slowly in your chest in a way that made me want to rip something apart.

‘I am the Angel of death. I ran up the stairs and back to my bedroom, my cage and dropped to the floor. I was a prisoner in Angelo’s mansion. There was no escape. I had played my cards well, and yet it was not enough. He had the cops in his pockets. I already knew he had a long line of men fiercely loyal to him. I hugged my knees to my chest, rocking back and forth as my sobs racked through my whole body. I didn’t know how long I had been crying when the door opened and Angelo strolled in.