Reverse Angel Fangs Novels & Stories

we leave them, in a century they will be no more human and that's a line Even the devil can't cross, I was invisible so I watch the war, I saw a vampire biting off an Angel's neck, oh no, his body immediately wither, One Angel down but Angels are winning the war, then I saw it, a baby in the middle of a war? how did that happen, whoever keep the infant, hid it well, I look at the child and I felt it, the irresistible urge to protect the child, as I touch the baby's cheek I realized I have turned visible, the infant open his red eyes, in a second his eyes change its color to hazel I blink, the infant is a vampire, I know I should leave, but the infant is so adorable. we fight against the vam

I wanted to beg him to help me. Fang transformed. His body tense as he picked up and swung the medal rod (that he won over) straight into the vampire's head. The one on me vibrated at the death blow being delivered. I watched as it broke her neck. Her head fell to one side and her eyes filled in horror. Her body unwrapped from around me.

I knew it wasn't too late to turn around, but turning back wasn't an option right now. 'A hundred percent' I replied with a brilliant smile. We were in the woods and it would be dark soon. The woods weren’t safe, especially at nights. I was not as scared as the first time I ran away, because I had my wolf and control over my powers. It shouldn't be too hard to fight off a few rogues. I was an angel after all. I hadn't even been walking for long when I heard a twig snapped from somewhere behind me. My wolf became alert after hearing the noise and immediately jumped into defense mode.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

“My demonish is rusty, but I can understand most of it.” Azazel reads through the pages with a concentrated frown, then looks up at me. “This is the spell we need to reverse the siphon and get back home. We just need the angel fire and some of your blood.” Sighing with satisfaction, we both rise up and look around, but there’s no angel fire. “We need to get to the angel fire,” Azazel says as he takes the book and leads us back out of the cavern.

My survival instincts took over and purple light exploded from my palm as I shoved outwards. “Ad ossa fracta!“ It slammed backwards, pulverizing bones on the tree trunk. The recoil burned my arm but I didn't flinch. Another came from the side, but Caspian was already there before I could turn around. He moved like shadows, his hand crushing the skull of the strigoi, the other ripping a throat open in a spray of blood that never touched him. His eyes burned crimson now, no longer pretending. “Stay close to me Lyra” he said without looking back.

He shot back. For a moment, I saw a flicker of something, relief, maybe surprise, in Melissa's eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it appeared, replaced by her usual cold disdain. "Is that all he demanded?" she asked, her tone mocking. Her words angered Roman. She knew Victor asked for her release. In an instant he lunged forward, and his hand shot through the bars to grab Melissa's throat. His eyes flashed red showing his wolf form barely suppressed. Caspian was there in an instant, grabbing Roman's shoulders and trying to pull him back. "Easy, man," he urged. "She's not worth it." He cajoled him.

“It happened at the nightclub. I walked in. Nothing seemed shady. It was a normal club. Maybe it was just a rumor. At least that's what I thought. But I wish I never would have gone. People were looking at me weirdly, but I didn’t think much of it at first. I walked to the bar. The men sitting beside me were side-eyeing. It was starting to creep me out. “Excuse me, I’d like a margarita!” The bartender looked at me in amusement. “We don’t serve those here.” “I’ll have a Cosmopolitan then.” “Don’t have it.” “Moscow?” “Nope” “Old fashioned?” “No” What kind of bar doesn’t serve these common beverages? “What do you have then?” He eyed me up and down. “Bloody fang, Vamptini, Dark Fangroni, Blood o

He said as he pushed my head into the coffin. It felt as though I was staring eye to eye with my end. Without great effort, he reclined me inside. I was shaking like a leaf in the strong breeze. Ace closed the lowermost lid of the coffin and all that could feel the outside air was my head, accommodating a mouth totally lost for words. Ace drew his pants and sat over me, on top of the lid he just closed. “Nobody has ever dared to cross me, Angel. I don't know know what you and Luis eat that gives you such guts!” He paused to glance at my pale face, his eyebrow arched.

Why can’t I behave like a man? Angel stands in front of me and lifts my head, and I look up. Her dark eyes meet mine while she shows her tongue, and I lick it, retrieving the small pill she had it there. I have never used hard drugs, but I am not completely against them. Not when life is so fucked up. Sometimes we need something to take the edge off.