Queen Of Angels Novel Novels & Stories

Of setting innocent lives against one another all because two men in suits have a difference of opinion. But this book is interesting. It’s about the original angel war. A warm breeze flows through the room. Tugging my hair and tumbling the pages. The wind curls around me when it lands on a page of a warrior. And angel above the rest. An angel that resembles my mother. Although his is much more built and has a stone cold expression on his face, the features are so similar to hers. ‘Train. Fight. Battle. Win.’ The wind whispers into my ear like a lovers breath fanning my cheek. ‘He dragged you into this. Drag him out of it.’

A sudden burst of energy leaped from me and Mathias, I felt my wolf’s presence and knew she was showing through my eyes, her energy strong and dominant as she, too, took her place as Queen, her spirit stretching out and connecting with other shifter counterparts. I looked at Mathias, his eyes, too, were glowing, a bright and cosmic silver. Through the bond, I could feel Arcas and Inanna welcoming their newfound positions. I was the Queen the Gods had destined me to be, and Mathias had become the King he was always going to be. A new King had risen and along with him came; the Rise of a Queen.

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.

the queen seemed to taste the words on her tongue before offering a wave of her hand, "approach me." Layon could sense the gooseflesh that pricked up all over Angel's body even as she straightened up and began to make her way up the steps of the dais. The queen waved her closer until Angel stood right before her, and Layon couldn't help but think about how brave she was, getting so close to the fairy queen without flinching, even when she placed her fingertips beneath her chin and urged her face up. "Look me in the eye, Angel Hale."

The extremities of humans' and demons' auras changes colour according to their emotions. The book is set during a time when the angels and demons are at war. The story centers around an angel called Angela who lives on earth. She is known to be a gentle, demure, and kind angel who helps the poor and starving, settle disputes, and promote fairness. Peace and happiness are always left in her wake.

“These handsome mates of yours have their own prophesy. Twins born from a God’s blood and essence who will be infused with light even though they are not Fae. They are blessed with it because it is their duty to help bridge the gap of species while enforcing the salvation of the damned.” Angel’s lips formed a perfect ‘o’ shape. I was right there with her because this was news to me as well. Hmm. Did our parents know? I remember Caiathus calling us Princes when we were young pups. “There is another part of that prophesy that was kept under lock and key in order to protect the third person that it is about. The Queen holds the power within herself to purify and cleanse darkness and evil. Your

Angelinka straightened, ready for the assault, this time he wounds cleaned up in a bright white light, not like a shining light but a holy light. The Queen froze—not in fear, but recognition. “There you are,” she said. “I wondered how you would finish me.” Angelinka didn’t answer. But a tear ran down her cheek from her iridescent blue eyes. She drove forward. “This is for my family!” She screamed with no mercy, she dove under the Queen’s bear hug and went for the throat. Her jaws locked at the base of the Queen’s jaw, Angelinka’s mouth closed in a single bite, Bone gave as blood, and flesh was torn from her jugular.

"I almost wish things were different. That we were meeting under other circumstances. You would have liked me, before Dante destroyed everything." He poured himself another whiskey, raising it in a mock toast. "To Arabelle Moretti-Valerio. The Queen who doesn't know she's playing the wrong side of the board." He drank. "But you will soon enough. And when you do, this whole game changes." Outside his window, the city lights twinkled innocently. Somewhere in that city, Arabelle was probably celebrating her victory. Probably in Dante's arms, feeling safe and loved and powerful. Enjoying the calm before the storm.

“Wait here, reception has a package for me.” Serenity nodded as Noah left the apartment, locking the door behind him and she sighed. She’d never been one to sit still and she climbed to her feet, going to the bookshelf. Prying yet another tome off the shelf, she went back to the sofa and sat down, opening it. This book was slightly different than the others. It told of angels and their powers. Of their blood thirsty needs. Of their lust for violence. Every page was splattered with dark stains and Serenity told herself it couldn’t be blood…

“To kill the vampire, her body will feel weaker and weaker, and she will spend all her last breath in the human world and not here, only if she failed to remember who she was on time,’’ Abu explained it as slow as he could, and reading Zanea’s face he could scent something on him. Kram was exhausted as he stood up near his window, watching the angels outside, he was frowning and felt broken, at the same time Evangeline needed to remember who she was. To be sent into the human world, all memories of an angel will disappear, it was the GOLDEN RULE of the empire. They only threw angels below when it committed a great sin, but Evangeline’s case was different, she was thrown there to saved human