Nathaniel Angel Novels & Stories

"Our target is a man who believes he is untouchable. But we will show him the true meaning of fear. He thinks that he’s unseen, but the eyes of the Eagle catches all. He thinks that he’s in the darkness, but he has forgotten that’s where shadows live!” Ian sensing the rage and anger with which Jared spoke asked in reverence, “my Lord, who has made you this angry? Tell us. You know that we shall feed his blood to the divine glass.” The room erupted in a chorus of agreement, the members of the clan united in their purpose. “He’s a man we all know, but he has stepped on the tiger's tail now, and he will not leave the den unharmed. Our target is senator Ivan. His death will bring me pleasure. It

She apologized as she handed the card over and watched his slender, artistic hands untie the ribbon with swift elegance. Watching him, Elena’s thoughts couldn’t help but drift slowly again. Could a man so gentle as Angel truly keep quiet as his brother got involved in such a business as dangerous as raiding mafia gangs? Angel was an artist in a wheelchair, but before then, he was a family man. She could sense how much family meant to him with how he was with his niece, strict, yet caring. And with Salvatore, he felt at home. So why? Why? Why? Elena shook her head. Forcing her thoughts to behave. At least while she was here. In front of two pairs of scrutinizing stranger eyes.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.

he whispered one last time before spreading his wings and went away and headed back home. Walking towards the angel's empire, most female angels were staring at him, they were all worried seeing him being speechless for days after the news and after Evangeline's disappearance. They were as well waiting for Evangeline, they admire her braveness to sacrifice her life, but then they knew that if they were in her state, they would do the same. "Are you, alright?" Wizham asked to Zanea, one of the male angels, his brother.

I had just stepped out of Lord Alaric Seraphiel's west-tower study when I ran into Adrian and his brothers in the gallery. The moment they saw me, the Seraphiel heirs went quiet. Then Lucien gave a lazy whistle, and the others burst out laughing. “Well, look who came crawling back again. Elena Drakon really can't stay away from Adrian's golden wings.” “The great dragon heiress chasing an angel like a lovesick fool. House Drakon must be bursting with pride.”

This time, I'll write about the unhinged Tribrid and his angel. A dangerous tribrid king. An angel who refuses to fear him. A bond neither of them expected. A soft giggle slips out of me. If my readers could see the real Tribrid right now—shirtless, clutching me like a giant emotional support teddy bear—they would lose their minds. I keep writing, minutes stretching into hours. The words come easily tonight, pouring out faster than I can catch them. Maybe it's the adrenaline. Maybe it's the strange comfort of having him here beside me.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

Nathaniel is spoiled and arrogant so he knows that no matter the kind of relationship he has with his father Mr Williams, he can never let his son spend the whole night in jail for the sake of his reputation he has to protect as a former Minister of Mines. Since the time Nathaniel got married 1 month ago, he hasn’t bothered to get to know his wife or allow her in his house so they can start living together and give the Williams an heir, He thinks she’s a gold digger who pretends to be innocent and humble so she can have a piece of the family cake. A knock on Mr Williams’s study. “Come in.” “Good morning Mr Williams and Merry Christmas. please come to the dining room breakfast is saved.” “Mor

The rain was almost done putting down the fire when Bree heard a terrifying cry, so full of pain and agony that she almost crawled to the ground to hold her knees up her chest. Nathaniel was assigned to a village not far from his – first – birthplace. The place was surrounded by forest and, although he was not a fan of the whole “isolated and bucolic” concept, he could understand the charm that came with it. He was not quite sure as to why a phoenix would be assigned to that place. It was not as if much could happen that require the assistance of pure fire or even fighting in such a place.