Siren Angel Novels & Stories

Sirens wailed in the distance, fading behind us. Angel stirred in my lap. A low, pained moan escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, seeing nothing. She whispered, the words slurred but clear with despair: “They took him… I couldn’t stop them…” My throat closed. I looked down at her battered face. “Who, Angel? Who did they take?” Her one good eye found mine for a fleeting second, filled with a bottomless grief. Then it rolled back, and she was out again. I looked at Anthony. His face was pale, streaked with grime and blood, his jaw a hard line. He wasn’t looking at the road ahead. He was staring back the way we had come, his eyes dark with a promise of violence.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

It was no wonder people loved staying here, it was beautiful. an angelic voice greats me and I can tell its Angela by her scent wafting to me from the back on the entrance. Angela is a succubus and she is very good at her job. I know Dorian didn't tell Rebecca about what she was, and for all intents and purposes she never questioned why Angela was so perfect. Rebecca wasn't even intimidated by her which I found intriguing since Angela was drop dead gorgeous. Any man or woman that walked threw these doors were just enamored with her which made bookings a breeze.

"I wish I could be with you all the time, but things are complicated right now. Mommy loves you so much, and I'll always be here for you." Heaven's face contorted with sadness as Angel picked her up, carrying her away despite her tearful protests. My heart ached at the sight, but I couldn't let my emotions consume me. I met Angel's gaze briefly, a silent message passing between us—a mix of anger, pain, and determination. Misha, ever the loyal friend, leaned towards me, his voice filled with concern. "Selena, are you alright? Do you want us to leave?" I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the retreating figure of Angel and Heaven. "No, Misha," I whispered, my voice filled with determination

Ethan simply listens to him with interest while holding his laughter after hearing my secret code name for Officer Damian. I ignore Lucas explaining how beautiful Madeline is, and my attention goes to my phone when it vibrates, showing a notification. Officer Damien: Hi. I am done here. Do you want a lift? "Oh my god!!" I squeal, holding my phone close to my face. My eyes literally tear up in joy, and I quickly toss my Mercedes key to Lucas. "Lucas! Please! Please take my car back to the penthouse, will you??" I quickly ask.

"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.

Grumbling under his breath Tristan turned and stalked toward a grouping of huts in the far side of the bailey. It was the early hours of the morning. The sun just rising when Miernephen heard the rumbling, echoing voice of one of the Water Princes. “Lust…” The Seringue turned bright orange on her arm, searing and hissing. She squealed behind her clamped lips. Sliding over the floor. Waking Zierno. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “What’s going on?” He rolled off his bedroll to scurry over to her on all fours. Seeing she was clearly in pain. Her skin flushed and her gold eyes burning to deep red. She bared her teeth. Hissing and writhing in anguish.

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.