Stray Angel Novels & Stories

By: Terrance Smith "My dear blue angel, flying up in the sky. I know you experienced a lot of pain, But you don't need to cry. The wind will guide you to the right path. If you fall, I'll be there for you to catch. Heaven is smiling at you. The gates are always open to let you through. No more letting the devil control your life. Spread your wings and take flight. I know I let you down and left you red. But don't beat yourself down, Because this is not the end. This blue angel is stronger than god. Nothing about her is odd. Nothing for her to be ashamed of. She will always be loved. Blue for her represents rebirth. Being an angel gives her worth. I love you, because you are true. So my dear

Even in the evening time Angel determinated to go at the top hill alone she drives bravely in middle of dark street as she arrives there, staring at the bright lights of the city and feels the coldness of air these things exactly same feeling when Mike is with her she then closed her eyes suddenly, the winds rushed as Angel opens her eyes the tears suddenly fell she remembers their way every time they went in this place her feeling hurts as she keep staring at the bright city Angel: "wherever you are love, in the middle of your journey of here.. See me, I'm here without your self presence I can never hear any words from you, I already missed the way you are." then Angel lay in grass ground a

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.

Angela leaned her head forward. “Then, what do you want?” I whispered, hoping to get the same answer as last night. “A kiss. Just a kiss from the Mighty Sky,” she murmured, puffing out air from her mouth nervously as I hovered my lips to hers. I smiled. “You’re one strange stranger, Angela,” I said, pulling her closer to me and kissing her intensely on the lips.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

"I'm not stupid to let you escape alone Amara, I'm not that good too. I have my reasons to stay here. So, leave before I do something stupid." "I-" "Leave. " She commanded making Amara flinch by her stern words. Following her directions Amara cried as she saw herself outside the hell. She was in now in an alley. A deserted ally where no one else was present besides her. Running through her limits she breathed out when she found herself far away from the place she left. Fresh air blew caressing her hair as her eyes were filled with tears of joy and regret. She should have just convinced Katherine to escape with her.

Azren's voice floods my mind again, laced with urgency. 'Angel, answer me. Where are you? I'm coming.' My heartbeat accelerates. 'No.' I push the thought towards him as hard as I can, hoping that the bond will carry it. 'Don't come. Not yet. I need information. Stay away. Please.' 'I'm not leaving you with her.' 'Azren. Trust me. Stay back. I need to know what she wants. I need to know how to stop her.' He's silent for a moment. Then he replies grudgingly.

Probably about our financial needs or about the haunted shits that's happening to me. The laces from my off-shoulder long flared sleeve black dress befriended the tall grasses. I was still with my favourite biker boots as I paced the path to Briar's location. I was expecting a priest, a witch doctor, or a business tycoon who'd introduce themselves as our real parents and we're the lost heir of their craps, but imagine my surprise upon seeing the creepy bastard himself. Like what the flying fuck? "What is that one doing here?"

Aaron's POV When I got home later that night, I loosened my tie as I walked into the house. I dropped onto the couch, exhausted after a long day, but Angela was still stuck in my head. I walked farther into the house looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. I immediately pulled out my phone. The call connected after the second ring. “Where is she?” “At a private members club in West Hollywood.” “Who’s she with?” “Alone.”

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***