Siren Angel Novels & Stories

I whispered. My arms were on either sides of her head as I gazed heavily into her mesmerizing brown orbs as they peer directly into mine. Andrea pokes her tongue out of her mouth and swiftly swipes it along her lower lip making my hard on even more harder. I move the hair that managed to find itself on her face to the side capturing her beauty in my head. "I-I can't control my sinful desires anymore. I want us to be one tonight, Andrea. I want to feel you around every inch of me. I want to hear your sweet moans. I want everyone in this god-damned house to hear your screams of pleasure. Please let me make you mine," I whispered brushing my lips against hers.

Selena did the same and so was the rest of their team. They were all emotional right there, leading to a decision that she should accept the offer. Getting to know him will increase their chances. Information is essential. Nisemono might have thought he outsmarted them but they can take advantage of it too. After all they are part of the Angel's entertainment. "Oi! Muchie!" The Angel of Death calls his friend, waving from a fair distance, flying to his friend. "Thank you for watering my flowers!" "Back so soon? Did you sent them already?"

"If you want, I could show you a good time. I will have you screaming my name so loud, you will forget everything else. And when I am done, you will never think of any other man in the same way." She removed his hand from her shoulder and she let out a snide laugh. "Do not bother. I am not in the mood for sexually transmitted diseases. Stick to your harem. If you need more, call me. I will send you five ladies with bodies to die for. You can consider it my engagement gift to you." She said with an impassive expression on her face.

Her stare turned into glares and she put on a sick smile on her face. "Oh look who's here! My lovely cousin!" she exclaimed, sarcasm dripping in each and every words she said. Ace turned to look at me and his eyes widened when he realized that I, Angel, was standing in front of him. "I'm so pleased to see you again" she said sarcastically and I rolled my eyes. "The feeling is mutual, Satan" I replied coolly and stood straight making my way to the balcony, next to Ace. My cheeks reddened when i realized that Ace was checking my dress. His eyes raked over my body shamelessly and he smirked.

He cursed again, planted his hands on his hips, and took half a dozen steps back. “Is that even your name? Or is it Siren? That would explain your voice—you hypnotized me, didn’t you?” “No. No, I didn’t, Logan. Not tonight. And my name really is Angel.” Her hands hit the sand, and she wedged her flukes in to move up the beach. If she could just show him—

But I could imagine his demonic face with the scary voice he had. "Don't worry, Sierra. The angels are coming. They will rescue you. Don't worry, Sierra. The angels are coming. They will rescue you. Don't worry, Sierra. The angels are coming. They will rescue you. Don't worry, Sierra. The angels are coming. They will rescue you. Don't worry, Sierra. The angels are coming. They will rescue you. Don't worry, Sierra. The angels are coming. They will rescue you. Don't worry, Sierra. The angels are coming. They will rescue you. Don't worry, Sierra. The angels are coming. They will rescue you." Sierra kept repeating it like myntra. While I looked out from the hole of the log.

“She’s not with me. Frankie, I want every Demon looking for Angelica, now! Zander, if she’s missing and not answering her phone, I advise you to do the same. I’ll contact you as soon as I hear anything.” “If this is a trick, I’ll kill you,” I snarled through the phone before hanging up and calling Ash to have her phone tracked while I put every Gargoyle on alert. Angelica… As I began to come to, the sound of male groans and muffled female moans filled my ears. I struggled to open my eyes, only to find myself being carried into a large chamber where two women were bent over tables, a Demon behind and in front of each of them. The man carrying me turned toward a blonde woman who looked hauntin

I took the leap of faith and screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping an angel would listen to me and come for help. I yelled through the blocking object and the angel came. Yes, it was here to help; either to take my soul away or stop the torture. Right then, I heard sirens activating and buzzing to deafen humans. Oh, I wasn’t going to die today, angels had mercy on me. God was great.

Seraphina had been nine - Now, she was twenty-two, and the world knew her by a different name: The Shadow Siren. No one saw her face. No one knew where she came from. Only that she arrived like a shadow, killed like a shadow and left like she was never there. She was always cloaked in black and gold, her voice was rarely heard and her methods swift and merciless. In this world where demons wore human faces and walked among men— The Shadow Siren was a legend and a nightmare all in one. She was no ordinary agent. She worked off the grid, under a silent branch of the Division. No records. Just the name— The Order. Only the mark she carved onto her prey. A scythe, etched in blood always found on

“Because I know what’s coming, Angelina. And whether you like it or not, you’re part of it.” Dread settled in my stomach. “What’s coming?” Sienna didn’t answer. Instead, she turned slightly, as if already done with the conversation. “Be careful, Angelina,” she said over her shoulder. “The world isn’t as simple as you think.” And just like that, she vanished into the trees. ✦✦✦ I barely heard Killian’s voice. “We need to leave. Now.” My thoughts were spinning. My body was shaking. Not just an omega.