Novel & Cerita Queen Of Angels Book

"Wake me up later if you want to sleep. I'll help you move you to the bed." Angel nodded, then she moved her wheelchair back to the table. Her fingers began to type on the laptop keyboard nimbly. Angel wanted to finish this book as soon as possible no matter what. At least before she died, she wanted to bring out another book. The thought that this would be her last book made Angel even more determined that everything she wrote had to be perfect.

He dragged a gloved finger over a charred bookshelf, picked up a broken piece of pottery, and overturned a burnt cushion, searching for clues with an irritatingly calm demeanor. I stood rooted to the spot, my mind spinning in complete circles. “Andrew… you can see him?” I whispered, looking between the two of them. “How can you see him now? Downstairs, Madame Agnes could see him because she’s a witch, which I still find hard to believe, but up until now, nobody else could! Why can you see him?”

I stood and looked slowly around the room until it fell silent again. “I stand before you as the queen your King chose to succeed him. In his wisdom, he could see what I and this small group before me couldn’t. I have endured multiple attempts on my life. I have faced Bartholomew’s army and returned with his weapons of destruction for our scientists to study. I have thwarted the attempts on my life by powerful wizards. I have proven myself strong enough to stand up to adversity. I bring to you a link between the Fae, the mutant-vampires, and vampires. That link will be needed for what is to come. The New World Order has managed to produce new armament that cannot only destroy a vampire

Her eyes find mine the second I step through the door. And they are not soft. They are blazing. I freeze mid-step, the manic high from the warehouse still buzzing under my skin like live wires. But the moment I see her face, the electricity goes out. I drop to my knees right there in the entryway. "Angel—" "Don't." Her voice is icy. She stands slowly, the blanket falling away. She heads upstairs without another word. I stay on my knees, watching her go. "Fuck," I whisper under my breath the second she disappears up the staircase.

Somehow, that only makes the guilt in my chest worse. “Good,” she says, patting my hand like I’m still seven. “Then listen to someone older and stop arguing like you know more than the Church. I’ve lived long enough to know what you’re facing, Angel. I entered this convent before you could even walk. Demons are God’s creations who chose evil. They are ugly, cold, and unclean. That’s all you need to know.”

I take a quick shower to wash of the sweat and grime from training and brush my teeth before walking to the small wardrobe and pull out some sweatpants and boxers. I slip them on under my towel and hang it over the door to dry. When I turn around Divina is no longer on the bed, and I hear the bathroom door close. I settle in the recliner with my pillow and blanket and pick up the book I’ve been reading. One of the elders in the village let me borrow it. It is a full history on the angels and how they came to inhabit earth. I don’t understand why they don’t just live among the humans like we do. I think I will ask Michael about that in the morning. I know he blended in and told me he didn’t e

I say, shaking my head, but this only seems to aggravate him further. “Not very forthcoming, are you?” I place my hands on my hips and arch an eyebrow at him. “If I had a clue who she is, I would have told you already.” My annoyance flares up. How much more convincing do I need to be? “That’s quite hard to believe, considering how good you are at lying,” he mutters glumly, scrutinizing me with judgment in his eyes. “I’ve never lied! Rowan chose me! Fuck the bond, he chose me because I’m the only other angel and beautiful enough to be his queen.” My voice trembles with indignation.

I appreciated, calming my own self down. I swear to God, in all these years of my life, I've never been this nervous. But it was all Angel's doing. Eversince Angel came into my life, my heart has developed this unusual habit of beating fast, uncontrollably fast. I feel like I'm surrounding by certain feelings that I'm unable to shake off me. Everytime Angel is near me, I feel calm; at peace. She my solace. The solution to all my problems. The shine in her beautiful glassy blue eyes always seem to draw me in like whirlpool of emotions that flows in her. Her captivating innocence make me possessive about. It attracts me; the more I stare at her, the more I fall.

Standing with her hands on her hips, a small frown on her face as she watches the two huge Angels fight across the stone floor. She looks at me and doesn't even bother to hide the desire in her eyes as she drags them over my body. For the first time as our eyes meet again something inside me reacts and I need to look away. She walks past me, her hips swaying in her two piece attire that leaves nothing to the imagination. Lifting her hands she allows her magic to come from her in blue streams of what look like flames. Allowing it to wrap around my brothers she spreads her arms separating them, Mammon is still laughing.

Sir Jason continued, "Despite her expertise, she is usually very aloof, so you are lucky to have someone of her caliber helping us. Zack and Ken were deeply moved by her story, Ken swore he would never know hatred until that moment, but now he had begun to hate devils, what kind of monsters were they to attack a defenseless woman. Zack on the other hand was concerned about Violet's condition, her attitude showed she was a very strong-willed person, but the pain of her loss was obviously still fresh, and she was in the process of joining the Angels of the Burning Sun. He knew she wouldn't be able to deal with the pain of her loss alone - especially when she was faced with the atrocities of th