Secret Angel Novels & Stories

When Aycin and Deagan made it to her room, Aria was sitting up against the bed with her signature wide smile, listening to Sister Grace talk animatedly. “Maybe I should go in first and talk to her.” Deagan nodded without question, knowing it was best not to shock her in such a fragile state. Aycin stopped before he could push the door open, “Oh and Deagan, I’d really appreciate it if you twisted the truth a little about how you found out the truth, even though I don’t know the answer to that myself.” Aycin’s eyes narrowed when the realisation hit him, but forced it down and entered the room, leaving Deagan alone with his bundle of nerves and racing heart.

Then what about the remaining secrets that Emily still doesn't know about until now? Ah, the devil cares! She should enjoy this relationship before starting to think things over. Damn, absolutely delicious! ***

"Just tell him it's Gia Winston, his sister-in-law," she said more like bragging. The secretary stared at her as if she said the wrong word. Of course, it sounds strange and weird to his secretary, she doesn't remember Amber having a sister. Yeah, she has been working for him for a while now. Even if it hasn't been a while, Maverick is a popular businessman, if you don't want to know about his story the reporters will write it.

The laughter echoed through the forest. Soft. Joyful. Innocent. It rose from the glowing chasm beneath the ancient cedar tree, lingering in the warm air before slowly fading into silence. No one spoke. Marcus looked at Amelia. “Tell me I’m not the only one who heard that.” “You aren’t,” she replied quietly. ⸻ Seraphine stood perfectly still. For the first time since revealing herself, the calm confidence in her face wavered. “The Sanctuary has awakened.”

Then my eyes landed on an illuminated altar. I approached it, my heart pounding. No one was there, but I could feel his presence, so close. Yet, why couldn't I see him? “Selena, I have a strong feeling Zander was here. I can still smell his scent,” Arena said, her voice filled with urgency. My eyes halted at the altar. “And this altar,” Arena paused, her gaze fixed. “It holds some mysterious secret. I hear whispers in my head. I don't know if they're real or not, but I feel like there's an underground ancient temple hidden from modern eyes.”

Her aunt wasn’t just resting there; she was a target. Leila still couldn't believe it. The plot was nuttier than anyone had imagined—a centuries-old cult, secret society, AI virus, all the usual suspects when you’re trying to topple European governments in one night. Right? Unless Leila, Tom, Linda, and other seemingly normal people had collective hallucinations. And poor beautiful Christina? She was in the middle of it, naturally. With her tangled connections and old-world knowledge, and that old romantic story the Weinrichs still cant get enough of. The hospital didn’t feel safe anymore. Nothing did.

The elevator door opened, and Angela walked first and stepped quickly, leaving Regan and Alexa. "Oh my God, Director, I can't keep up with your steps," complained Sisil, running a little. Angela's steps stopped when she ran into someone. "Angela." "Christian." "I heard that your artist will debut now," said Cristian. "Yes." "Congratulations!" cried Cristian, holding out his hand. "You brought the Calief company back to life." Angela smiled and took Cristian's helping hand. "Thank You." Regan, who was following Angela, saw them shaking hands and noticed that activity. Seeing that, Regan clenched his fist, which was in his trouser pocket. He really didn't like that Angela was close to Cristian

Quickly pulling me out of my drifting thoughts, he proceeded to calmly explain everything that happened lately in their lives while I was taking a break from everything, spending some time with my sis and ma. “Whoah...” I exclaimed under my breath, still a little bewildered after everything he'd told me, struggling to digest all those mind-blowing facts. “So...Blake isn’t really...Blake?” “Yes.” “Her name is Seline...and she’s Archangel Michael’s daughter, conceived with a human...” “Yep.” “And your true sister’s been dead this whole time...” “Yes...” His usually powerful voice wavered a little bit after my last statement, sending a small pang of pain striking right through my chest, making

I turn the shower water on and begin undressing. Once I'm out of the shower I dress and get ready for my shift at Angels Keep. The day is wet and rainy and drags by even at work. Jack decides to close up early, sending me back home and when I get there it's eerily quiet. I'm sitting on the couch scrolling through my phone aimlessly when I suddenly hear Samael's voice. "I'm coming for you."

"Rise, Selena Darmacu, and embrace your destiny." Selena stood, her body trembling with a mixture of fear and excitement. The god's presence was overwhelming, a tangible force that seemed to caress her skin. She felt a surge of power coursing through her veins, the divine energy igniting every nerve ending. As the ceremony concluded, Selena found herself back in the mortal world, her powers fully awakened. She returned home, eager to share the news with her family. Her parents, once burdened by the weight of poverty, now looked upon her with pride and awe.