Shattered Angels Novels & Stories

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

I continue strolling around the room as my mind tries to wrap around all the crazy information, I have learned in such a short span of time. Noticing a cracked door, I push it open more to reveal an ensuite bathroom which I eagerly step into, taking a good look at my reflection in the mirror. How in the hell was I, an immortal reborn angel, who was marked and given gifts from GREEK GODS?! This shit was just to fucking crazy, but after everything that had happened, it was the only thing that made sense asides from me just being downright insane. I turn away from the mirror, no longer able to look at myself the same and begin searching for some towels before stepping into the shower. I clean m

She was really milking this. I kept my hands on her to support her weight while my eyes were on Tomas, who was sitting opposite me. His expression was unreadable, but his posture was relaxed. He had probably seen this coming. The sudden shattering of glass broke the quiet, and my attention snapped to the door. Angel stood there, frozen in place, his eyes wide with shock. The remnants of a broken vase lay at his feet, the roses spilling onto the floor. He wasn't just shocked, he looked betrayed—like I had gutted him with a blade.

Ruby, the voice behind those sounds, stood frozen in shock. "Ahhh!" She shrieked and scrambled toward the TV, desperately trying to shut it off, to silence the mortifying noise. When she realized it was no use, she threw her arms out, shielding the screen with her body. Fear was written all over her face, her voice shaking uncontrollably. "Honey... Let me explain..." I grabbed a chair and sat down with a gesture toward the television. "Do we really need an explanation?" "I..." Ruby's voice faltered, and then tears streamed down her face. "I'm sorry... I messed up, honey...

The howling that pierced through Emma’s skull like an arrow was not that of the coyote, but of the demons, as angels sent them back to Hell with swift thrusts of their swords. The Warriors’ battalions of angels were challenged at every turn—fighting for their own immortal lives while warring against those who attacked the humans. The minions were cutting down hundreds of people as they screamed and ran for their lives. Emma could hear their prayers for someone to come and save them. But she knew no one outside the area had any clue of the devastation being wrought; and she knew, as well, that no one would come, for the Brethren had secured the area with a shield to prohibit the influx of any

When I arrived in Shadow Falls, all hell had broken loose. Rogues were everywhere. Aunt Angel, Uncle Liam and Reagan were fighting a combination of witches and rogues and Xander and Maeve were fighting what must be the coven’s high priestess. She looked snobby and arrogant in her witchy robes. That aside, the woman was blasting magic all over my pack lands. Thankfully, Maeve seemed to be holding her own. I jump in, taking down rogues as fast as I can. I can feel that most of the injuries and deaths of my pack are coming from the center of the battle, and I make my way there. That’s when I see him, Beta Trevor.

Scrambling to her feet, she raced toward the carnage, just as a new surge of angels appeared. “Thorne!” Serenity launched forward as the demon’s body slumped to the ground, surrounded by the corpses of hundreds of angels. His eyes rolled in his head as he hit the hardpacked ground, the stones bouncing from his hands with a distant sound of rolling thunder. “Serenity!” Noah grabbed her around the waist, bringing her back against his chest as she cried out for her protector. “Thorne!” Angels swarmed Thorne’s body, encasing it in a seething mass of white and gold. “Thorne, get up!”

I didn’t lose control. I was calm. Honest. Brutal. When the interview aired, it trended for two days straight. #ShatteredVows exploded online. People rallied behind me. Women shared their own stories. Victims of power, gaslighting, betrayal. For the first time in months, I felt like I wasn’t alone. That night, Noah slept soundly for the first time. And I cried quietly in the bathroom, clutching the sink, releasing every ounce of pain I’d buried.

I tasted the truth then—he was not only my enemy, but also the shard’s chosen echo, a reflection of everything it craved. Angela’s magic flared again, thin ribbons of light wrapping around my shoulders, trying desperately to draw the fire back into me. Her voice rose in an incantation, the language sharp and ancient, burning against my skin like salt in a wound. But the shard shattered her efforts in an instant, scattering sparks across the courtyard. I cried out, not just from the fire but from the fear in her eyes, fear that I might no longer be hers to save.

he replied, his voice filled with joy. Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass windows, blessing our new beginning. In the studio my grandfather built for me, I carved a block of marble. My hand was steady, stronger than ever. "What are you sculpting?" Alexander asked, wrapping his arms around me. "An angel," I said, stepping back to look at my work. Its wings were spread, protecting a young girl. "A guardian angel." "It's beautiful," he admired. "Everyone needs one," I said, turning to look into his eyes. "And I finally found mine."