Supernatural Angel Blade Novels & Stories

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

She shook her head in response to Blade’s questioning stare and tightened her lips to show how much she disapproved of it. I was left confused as to why Blade was requiring the old lady’s permission to reveal whatever was bothering him to me. I placed my other hand on our intertwined hands. “Please tell me, I am tired of being left in the dark. You just asked me to trust you and I do, why can’t you trust me?” His eyes met mine again and he leaned down to kiss my palm. “I trust you.” “Then tell me.” The old lady was seething inwards but Blade ignored her. “I have a condition.” He began. “I… I am somehow cursed.”

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

I whispered, though the words felt like ash in my mouth. “And yet, she is gone,” Libra stepped into my line of sight, her eyes reflecting the flickering shadows. “You have the blade. You have the right. Why leave his soul to Allah when you can take it yourself? Feed the hunger, little bird. End the cycle by becoming the end of him.” I see the knife in my hand. I don’t know where it comes from, but it’s there, and it feels right. I raise it, and in that moment, I know what I have to do.

I didn't even know if he was serenading me at that time or offering my soul to darkness. Wait. My forehead creased as a realization hit my mind that I'm not actually that sure if his wife was dead, or if the girl on the painting was really his wife to begin with, since Alastor shooed me away. Besides, Leaflet wasn't answering my question about it either. He'd just run away from me whenever he had the chance and hid at Damon's back. And of course, I still couldn't understand what he's saying and Alastor is strict and a freaking snobber. He did not even bother to talk to me again, which ended up with me realizing that I gotta discover things on my own.

she asked her. “No.” Angel pulled a blade that she had apparently pocketed earlier. There was a cover over it. I supposed that it paid off to always be prepared. This was just one such instance. The blade slid smoothly across her collarbone, demonstrating how sharp it was. Crimson dropped down from the wound. Lucy cried out the entire time. Shit, if this was the strength of our elites… “Silver and wolfsbane hurts like a bitch. Doesn’t it?” Angel asked her with a smirk.

The older brother kept his focus fixed on Ezekiel as they made a run toward each other, ready to fight one another at the moment they were at arm's length. The Angel of Death made a wide swing with his scythe, but Mathias quickly caught the scythe. The blade glowed in red as if it knew another presence of being who had the power of wielding the power of the scythe. He tore the scythe from Ezekiel's grip and broke it into two halves, sending a powerful quake across the realm. Enraged by the loss of his weapon, Ezekiel punched the Lycan repeatedly, but with every punch he sent, the Lycan healed instantly. Ryker and Tanto kept on roaring as they ripped many beasts in their ways in a circle, kee

His hands automatically went to Tony’s chest. As if Angel would push Tony off. But he didn't. He decided to trust Tony’s declaration of love. Angel felt everything. Every curl of his fingers. Every press. Until— A jolt. Sharp. Blinding. Angel’s vision burst into stars. Tony grinned. “Found it.” “You like that?” Angel couldn't speak. Couldn't hear. Couldn't see beyond the stars. He could barely breathe. Tony worked the spot. Merciless and skilled. Angel moaned.

Wings unfurl slowly behind them — not feathery, but sharp, metallic, blades layered like armor. Angels. Not gentle. Not kind. Enforcers. Every supernatural in the hall freezes. One of the angels speaks, voice echoing from everywhere at once. “Aiden Hale. Living Key. You are in violation of celestial balance.” My heart slams against my ribs. Matteo moves in front of me instinctively. “You can’t be here. This place is neutral.” The angel’s gaze slides to him, dismissive. “Neutrality has expired.” Another angel steps forward, eyes burning silver. “The Sentinel has exceeded his function.”

“There is no declining anything. I will be taking you to see my Lord. There is nothing you can do about it.” “I like to see you try,” Blake said without showing any emotions. “You are not enough to force me to do anything.” “What if we join?” Came a voice from the darkness as two figures emerged. “Azrael and Chamuel. Welcome; I’ve been expecting you two for some time.” Blake replied to the sudden announcement from Azrael. Before Blake finishes his words, another attack is made on both angels. The power was more potent than Ezekiel’s single strike. This caused even more shaking of the building, and more stones fell from the ceiling, causing Reverend Fenway to move out of the way.