Royal Angels Novels & Stories

the whole pack chorused. "In case you are wondering who these are. This is my uncle, my father's junior brother, Alpha Bardulf Wulfblood of The Boldclaw Prowlers’ Pack and Luna Hera Wulfblood from Ohio. They are Angel’s parents. Their land was stolen and they were kept as slaves. A lot of us here know what that was like. But now they are free and now home. Accord them the courtesy you would accord me. Having them here feels like having my parents back."

I might not check in with my mother for a day or two, but Maria is always calling me daily, wanting to know about my day-to-day habits and if there's a reason why I've given up on God. I haven't given up on the big old guy. There are just some connection problems that have gotten in the way. Maria is a protestant, and she has raised me to be deeply religious, while my royal family is Catholic, and they attend church like a lone sheep lost on its way home, departed from the herd. They are good at covering it up, though. They would pretend to be deeply religious like the godforsaken animals we all are whenever it comes to our attention. Especially if it's going on air to be broadcasted on the

"But you have to relay this message to the Child of the Moon Deities. Her Royalty should remember her truth for the sake of all of us who still live." "Her?" Ray asked. "Does she have a name?" "My apologies, Your Highness," the Angel said. "But we are just messengers." Ray nodded. "Is there anything else?" "Yes, your Highness," the Angel said. "This scroll was written on her Royalty's magic. Along with our message, you will know her through this scroll." The scroll was sealed with a Royal mark of the Rulers, the Hierarchy of Deities responsible for Deities Politics. Ray accepted it.

From behind the tinted side glasses of the vehicle, I can see mothers carrying their young pups and hurriedly running to shelter, for fear of the Alpha Prince. The pack has been under the governance of the royals for the last few days, and a lot of things have changed since I remember. The atmosphere around the pack was unusually gloomy, and even the warriors wore sad faces. The walls of the packhouse look duller than I can remember and the trees and plants that decorated the surrounding environment were all dried up. It appears as if the moon goddess too is angry with this pack. “Are you alright?” Ryder squeezed my arms comfortingly. I whip my head to look into his eyes and nodded.

Rafael asked backing his self thought Sapphire didn't answer and she looked in front of Esmia and the knights. "I am Archangel Helena, I came to announce the prophecies prediction... A child was born on a womb of a kind queen, soon the child will be tested and become lonely, the child will grow from another kingdom to change her burning heart into passion and that the child was guided by God's of the heaven because she has been chosen as the Child of God... Sapphire Pheobe Castaline, lost in the mist of battle, and we guided her through light to shine up the world which was tained with sin... She have finally arose the name Mage Archery and will be crowned as a queen as per the prophecy... W

- Stace says giving Angel a little hug. “Hey princess, go on in, I’ll tell your brother you are inside” - he says and we smile at him. “Thanks, Angel” - I say walking past him into the club. The music is loud and I can smell sweat and sex. I shake my head and I start moving my body while walking. The music is great and makes me move. Stacey grabs my hands and pulls me into the centre of the dance floor. We both move our bodies together while I see some guys looking at us.

She exercised almost every day and when she gave birth to our baby girl, she was comfortable with her body. Fast forward three years later and here we are. I was standing at the altar waiting for my bride. A lot has happened since Jackson was born. We found out that he was an angel like Ava, which was extremely rare considering that angels were only born every century. I looked over to my son as he sat with Katie and her kids. He had a bright smile on his face as he played with Katie's daughter. My attention focused at the end of the aisle when the song came on. My breath hitched in my throat when Ava came into view looking absolutely breathtaking. She was as beautiful as ever and my eyes se

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

Ava told her. “Sure thing,” Veronica said, quickly handing Ava’s order to her. Ava spun around on her chair and looked out over the club. It was a Friday night and despite it being early, it was already packed. The rumours that if you were lucky, you could see angels dancing on the dance floor and the clubs special drink, Angel’s bliss, had caused a spike in its popularity. The fact it was said to be owned by the mafia added an extra hint of danger and excitement. When Ava felt relaxed enough and the music got to her, she got of her chair and moved out on the dancefloor. She had become used to dancing in the crowd and she trusted whoever was covering her to keep the men away. Ava let the mus

The nightmares started again, the palace never truly slept, even at the third hour of the night when the kingdom of Anaktora was swallowed in shadow and silence, king Aaron sat alone in his chambers trembling because the dreams were coming again and this time more scary. It always started the same way. Atlas was standing in the Royal hall dressed in the full regalia of a crown Prince to be, the nobles were there watching. Even the council, the entire Court held its breath as Atlas walked into the hall holding hands with a man. Atlas bowed in front of his father, reached out and took the man’s hands and kissed him in front of everyone.