Stray Angel Novels & Stories

Remmy's POV "As the Heavenly Host wept for their lost Brethren The Angel of Storms had raged alone For he would never accept the Fallen As ever being truly lost." ~ The Book of Lost Days Ado, 11: 1 "You stink!" Rainwater, cold from a long night's wait, collected in a dirty tin, splashed me in the face. "Get out of here, you bum! Fucking get!"

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

you asked for it! Cody- T, you were in pain and my scent and touch did nothing to help.. I couldn't let you suffer, I can't watch you suffer!!! I love you too much to let you go through that. Stray- we promised EACH other !.. I would rather die in your arms than live a fucken lie!.. I rather die free than die in the cage they have been trying to put me in!... My heart and soul belongs to you and only you.... Now fight!!!!

I looked at him and those fallen beads with a constant stare, trying to figure out, is it even possible for angels wanted to destroy this planet. He snapped at me; that shook me out from my foggy thought zone. "Do you want to know the names of the angels?" he repeats his question. "Yes," I answered, "The first one was the strongest of all, Yaahadana, He called to be vigorous; flight with the metal wings. His strength was unmatchable. But he has a soft heart. The second one was Naksh; The moon lover, an immortal shapeshifter; notorious one. The third one, Zayaan; definition of beauty and intelligence, he was called the protector.

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.

"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?"