Night Angel Trilogy Kindle Novels & Stories

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

I have to prepare them. Alex rushes towards us from afar, we sense him reach to us. 'Alpha, Luna… the dead victims and necromancers started moving! They are heading to us!' It is time, my heart is pounding fast and I sit on the bed inside the tent we all are. I see Raziel and his friends also inside, as well as Aen and his brother. Demark and Smithson also gathered together with Aeolus and Zareen. I look at them all and say all I can to them as time runs out. "An Angel reached me and used his powers to make me remember… who it was is no important now. His message was clear… He said that we are facing the Dark Angel of Fire, and his fire is the most powerful of all, the one that burns even so

She’d been obsessed with Vincent for years. And me? I wasn’t like Vincent. I wasn’t reckless enough to betray the Council outright. I believed in rules. In consequences. Angel was a sinner’s daughter, which alone sealed her fate. It was never a question of if. Only when. The Council assigned her to me like livestock marked for auction. The man meant to strip her down and prepare her for sale. Like a calf fattened slowly before the blade ever touched its throat. Vincent and I had fought over it.

Dante's POV Angel stood resolute; her beautiful chocolate eyes now clouded with tears. "I, Angelique Baker, of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, reject you, Dante Greene, Alpha of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, as my mate." The impact of her words sent me crashing onto the soft grass, my hands instinctively gripping my chest as if I could contain the ache that spread within my being. Each syllable felt like a merciless blow, causing my heart to fracture into a million agonizing shards.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

While dozens of wolves with Renald in the front running on the street below us. “Sarah J Maas. She writes books about faes with great erotic sceeeeEEENNS!” The angel just took another sharp turn to the right. But a wolf jumped from the building on the right. Luckily, Renald had appeared –or as the angel said, winnowed, to the wolf and snapped its neck right then. “You have weird references, huh?” the angel continued, “Hold on tight.” “I’m already holding on tight!” “Then hold on tighter.”

But it seemed like he was all too lost. "Welcome everyone to the death of the lady Amorivia!" The Angel raised his head to gaze up at Tenshi. "Don't worry. She will restart soon." Not a second wasted and Tenshi attacked the Angel. It is clear to him that he was of no match for the Angel but he can't stop the hatred and regret in his heart. Inside his chest is being consumed by a dark force that keeps him from thinking straight. The others couldn't just stand there, they have to take Amorivia's body. The ran to get it but they were stopped by the old man with his subordinate, that girl and boy.

“I love you, Mama. Please open your eyes soon.” I pressed my forehead against hers. “I miss you so much.” ____ At exactly ten, I walked into The Angel’s Den. Mask secured. Heart racing. I headed directly toward the private elevator. Azrael had instructed me to come straight upstairs. Standing inside the elevator, I realized how long it had been. Since I’d moved into the hotel, Azrael had come to me nearly every night. Strangely...I’d missed this place. The doors opened and I walked down the familiar corridor and raised my hand to knock. Before my fist could even tap, the doors opened first.

Angel, broken and terrified, had made a calculated, desperate choice to walk back into hell to protect a child she’d never even met, because of a promise she made to my brother. I reached for the note again, my fingers curling around the harsh paper. The red ink seemed to pulse with menace. Come alone, Florence. My fear, my guilt, my sorrow—they didn’t disappear. But something else rose up to meet them, cold and hard and sharp. A crystalline rage. I pushed myself to my feet. My legs were steady. “We’re not trading,” I said, my voice clear and firm in the quiet room. “We’re taking them both. Angel and the boy.”

He paused, then responded smoothly, "This is the initial phase of treatment. I am drawing the desire from deep within you. Only after it has been completely released can we truly begin to cure you." As strange as his words sounded, he was a doctor after all, so I had no choice but to trust him for now. Then, he crooked one finger and slowly traced it along the cleft of my rear. A jolt of electricity shot up from the base of my spine, sending waves of tingling, aching sensation through my entire back. The next second, his finger reached my…