Siren Angel Novels & Stories

But I shook my head, a slight smirk playing on my lips as I took in the sight of the innocent angel who dared to venture into my forbidden domain. I took a step closer, now just inches away from her. “This room is off-limits to workers and non-members, especially angels like you.” As Summer tried to back away, I moved closer, trapping her between myself and the stairwell. Her chest rose and fell. I could smell her berry scent. The tension between us crackled in the air, charged with a dangerous energy.

How lovely it would be to own this bodyguard as her dirty little secret that will serve her whenever she needs it? Mandela was fine, but when they had sex, it was as if he was thinking of someone else… presumably, his dead wife, and that put a whole dullness to it. She needed someone young and vibrant… Sebastian Damon. Isabella would make sure that the young man only thought of her when he was done with his contract, and he would worship the ground she walked on. Isabella was an expert in seducing and breaking men, and Sebastian would be a challenge, but she would eventually break him and make him fall madly in love and lust for her.

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

There was no way they could outrun them. Serenity stared at the mass of angels which had appeared behind Archon and her heart sank to her feet. “Fucking hell…” Noah’s grip around her shoulders tightened and she blinked. “Come on now, I’d rather have her unhurt. But if we must kill her, then oh well.” Archon shrugged. “Collateral damage at its finest.” Serenity couldn’t believe the angel would kill her, before letting them walk away. But then again, it made perfect sense. They were just as blood thirsty as Noah had suggested and it made her sick to think she had their DNA in her veins.

This Angel was sizing her up and down and one of his wings caressed her arm feeling the feathery embrace and feeling scared all at once. “Jasmine Lanea Peters, age twenty seven. Born from the mother of Janea Latrice Peters and father unknown. Last prayer was for her mother before she passed several years ago. You feel alone and helpless. You need this to be your saving grace. It is no wonder you are so determined.” Jasmine’s mouth went dry and she wanted to remove her hand, but instead, it started to glow which caused the Angel to look worried then. “What are you doing?”

I shot my dad a quick text and was received poorly as he sent back an angry face and crying face emoji. “Good morning Miss Summers, Mrs. Murdock” the pilot says as he shakes our hands once we’ve boarded. “I’m Captain Reese and I’ll be flying you from JFK to LAX on this lovely day. The flight will be six hours today, so sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight.”