Night Angel Nemesis Novels & Stories

He sat in his seat and leaned back, waiting for my answer. Hunter straightened and tensed. I could see his muscles flex as if he were preparing for an attack. I gave him a meaningful look, and he finally leaned back in his seat. The last thing I wanted was to become the reason for another fight. Taking a deep breath, I stood up. "I am a Nephilim. I am a descendant of the Archangel Camael," I said, and a wave of gasps and muttering spread across the room. Alpha Cyrus raised his eyebrows. "Damn… You sure look fuckable for an abomination." Ash bared his teeth in a deadly growl, and Cyrus instantly raised his hands in surrender. Hunter's claws rose, and he looked like he was going to rip Cyrus's

She's an undefeatable woman fighter in their league and in the right hand of Itsuki Watanabe, who owns the Moon Castle Agency, where Mariko is working. Mariko's code name at work is Angel, but she's the opposite. She's a coldhearted person. Mariko never hesitates to kill when necessary. Whenever there's a task for her, she never backs down, even if it's very dangerous. She didn't want to socialize with other people. Except for Itsuki, Mariko doesn't want to work with anyone. Instead, she liked to work by herself. Before she moved to her assignment, she always executed her plan flawlessly, and they always ended up being successful. Aside from being the right hand of Itsuki, she's the most in-

Nelly returned with the water only to find him gone. She looked at the water, tightening her grip around the glass. Those haunting voices echoed in her head. "Come on, Nashira, shoot him." "That's it, Shira." "We need you, Shira. You are the strongest among us." "Y... you are part of the..." "No!" Nelly yelled, throwing the glass on the door. The glass shattered into pieces. "F... Finn." "Don't touch me!" Nelly placed both hands on her ears as she slowly sat on the floor.

ETHAN POV Seeing Cassie holding hands with a man felt like hell, my heart was breaking into pieces, with the way I was feeling right now all I wanted to do, was snatch her, from his hands, I don’t care if it caused me, the opportunity to partner with Frank, all I want is my woman back, and Frank is the only obstacle stopping that from happening. I didn’t care anymore, I didn’t care about the partnership anymore, if Frank is the reason, I can’t have Cassie back then I’m gonna crush him down, I don’t care what I lose, all I know is I wanted her back,

Angel adjusted the box she was holding under one arm and placed her free hand on her hip, looking at him with disgust for a moment before her face began to fall. “Don’t bother making promises you can’t keep and besides, it’s too late anyway.” The sadness in her voice might have been enough to tell Layon how she felt but it was in that moment that he saw a flash of memory in his mind’s eye, a woman who looked much like Angel but slightly older, a woman who was no longer around. The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack.

Instead, she took a challenging step closer, looking directly into my eyes. “You have forty-eight hours to tell her, Nicholas…or I will.” She held my gaze for another second, and then she turned and walked out the door. "Maya,” I called, but she didn’t stop. “Maya!” The response I got was the door clicking shut behind her. I slammed my fists against the wall in anger and frustration. “Fuck! What the hell am I going to do?”

My father was brought to his knees and fled from the city. That very day, Moretti vowed vengeance. And my destiny was sealed even before I drew my first breath. I was to be the pawn in this game of vengeance, bloodbath, and retaliation. Sheltered and secluded since my birth, I never existed on any document—like a ghost, I had no identity or existence. I was homeschooled, tutored, and trained for twenty-one years for the one and only purpose—for vengeance. To avenge my blood. “So this is...her?” I looked up and arched a brow at my father sitting in front of me with an expensive bloody cigar on his lips.

“My name is Michael, and I really am the principal of Prophet’s Point Elementary School. But I also have another job. I was sent here six years ago by the company I work for, Brethren Security and Investigations. There was intelligence gathered alluding to some kind of disturbance here, but nothing specific about who it involved. I’ve been on alert ever since. I am one of the Protectors of the Good. I am an angel, an immortal.” Emma stared at him, eyes wide as saucers. She opened her mouth as if to respond when he quickly continued, “Uh-uh. You promised you’d hear me out, and I have so much more to tell you.” She closed her mouth and Michael could see the cynicism washing over her as she fol

“Because your child will be tasked with their destruction.” “Wait, you know all of this. Then you know about me … and Angelica?” I watched as she nodded her head. “And if Angelica is a god, then—” She nodded her head, and I looked at Darren in shock. Angelica was my ancestor, a god. That was why I was chosen! I’m a mix between a god and hellhound. Shit. What the hell was all of this?! “So what took her?” “A creature tasked with collecting the nephalem when they have their awakening, and–”

“She was stripped of her wings. He consumed them to devour her angelic essence” I parted my lips in question. He gave me a look so somber the words fell dead in my mouth. “Nephelim are the offspring of mortals and angels. There is only one way to kill them. Decapitation, removal of the heart, and burning their remains.” He brushed blonde locks from her neck. “Unless, of course, one consumes them.” “But why?” I echoed hollowly. “Why would he eat her?”