Naruto Angel Bloodline Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Her hands slowly made their way from my neck down to her towel and she loosened it, pulling it away from her body. She was completely naked. My eyes were painfully still on her face. If I looked down, I wouldn't be able to control myself anymore. "Baby…" I growled. She looped her arms around my neck. "Please, Angel. Don't say no. I want it now". She purred. My eyes travelled over her body and I licked my lips before returning my gaze to her face. "You'll be the death of me". I growled. I could already feel myself growing hard.

Angel hid her face in the pillow and groaned. "Let me see" I said and made my way to the bathroom. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at the mark that Angel has made. I smiled at the dark little spot on my skin. I liked the feeling of having her mark on me and I really wished that I could do the same with her. What the hell is happening to me? I walked back to the living room and saw Angel's face bright red as my friends annoyed her. "Guys, stop" I said while chuckling and sat next to Angel. "Thank you" she mumbled whole glaring at Daniel. I watched as she finished her third can of beer.

" Hello to you too dad." " What is that scent?" Aurora asks. " OH, It's Ana's blood " I answered casually. " What did you do now?" Jasper asks. " Why would you think I did something?" They all gave me looks. " Okay fine. Long story short, she walked in on me feeding on someone and she started asking questions, so I fed on her to make her forget, but she didn't forget it, so I brought her here. End of the story." I said.

And with it… a growl. You feel me now. It was her. The wolf inside me. Powerful. Crystal-white. Eyes like lightning and blood. Soft and beautiful Silver eyes. “My name is Angel, and I’m your wolf, Aira.” Then another voice—soft, ancient, bright as a flame: Auburn Red hair, long waves and almost an exact image of me… “And me. The fire. The blood. The first breath. I have lived inside your lineage since the beginning. You are the last flame of the first Moonblood. I am your

I murmured, as I felt myself being pulled away. I sat up straight in bed, sweat beading my forehead, struggling to breathe. I looked down at my hands and the blue fire that I received from Kiran was no longer there. It had been replaced by a silvery blue flame. It felt more powerful, and the sensation scared me.

“The spirit then took us to about twelve years in the future. Angel gave birth to a son. She named him Gabriel Grant Steele in honor of us who should’ve been his fathers. A man, who I presume is actually Josef’s brother, forced her to have thirteen of his pups, the son included, only for them to be taken away from her. He was building an army from them and utilizing magic to force her body able to keep up with his demand. I think it’s safe to say that we’ll do whatever we have to so that particular future doesn’t happen.” There were gasps as I laid that final scene out for everyone. It was not only the mothers around the room who looked like their hearts were breaking for what that future An

The seraphim scream out, enraged. I close my eyes, trying to concentrate on the angel. It’s him. It’s Galena’s brother, Lukan. For years, Galena was adamant that he’d find her. Her fear was so palpable that it pained me. Mustering as much energy as I can, I spit the blood gathering between my lips and face the angel. “I’m not telling you a bloody thing, so why don’t you bugger off you git!” The angel’s fist connects with my jaw, making my body snap hard into the ground from the impact. Blood gushes from my nose, but I don’t let the darkness of oblivion overtake me. I need to find Galena.

Jonathan got into the ambulance with them after asking if he could come with them and they agreed. The driver walked back to his car counting the money and realized it was more than expected. He stopped and counted it again and after confirming it was truly more than what he was supposed to pay, he turned intending to give the extra back to Jonathan but saw the ambulance leaving and Jonathan nowhere to be found.

Her heels crushed my fingernails causing the blood to clot and swell. She leaned forward, wrapping her fingers across my jaws. " Listen I don't mind Brendon having a mistress or second wife as long as I get to become Luna of Blood Moon Pack." " Ouch." Her claws pierced through my jaws, tearing up the upper tissues of my face. I tried to endure the torture but isn't this too much for me who has done nothing wrong! Before abandoning my jaws Alexa sarcastically commented," You're not even a mistress. Just a sex slave who Brendon plays with."

He has been down here for four hours, which is nothing, which is routine, which is what he tells himself. The blood-sense has been smoking for eleven days. Two hundred and sixty-three years he's had it. Since the night in 1762 when a woman named Elise, who turned him against his own considered wishes in a Viennese cellar during the Seven Years' War, pressed her wrist against his mouth and said, you'll understand in a moment, and he did. He understood immediately. He felt his bloodline snap into place the way you feel a map unfold — the specific geography of everyone who had ever come from Elise, and everyone who had come from them, a web of thirty-seven souls distributed across Europe like s