The Angel Born In Hell Novels & Stories

She did something to block Angel’s newly sealed mate-bond, the bond with her Hellhound who should have been able to track her but could not, and nobody could portal or pop to her, which again should not have been possible. That was not all and got even worse. Angel’s biological mother, who died when she was only ten weeks old, had been running from Angel’s sperm donor who wanted to weaponize Angel. He was the one who killed her mother. He was chased off because he could get his hands on her. Everyone here believed that her sperm donor was behind this, and Maxine was helping him. Maxine had been taken in at the Nightshade pack as an orphan about a year ago. She had immediately befriended Ange

Lucifer and the rest of the angels-turn-demons were casted to the depths of the realms, Hell. Hell is a realm or a layer of reality/existence which houses the dead who died in sin. Hell refers to an underworld, a deep pit or distant land of demons where the dead are gathered. Hell, in many traditions and from many poetry writings by Christian scholars and institutions have been described as a realm which is located beneath the earth as where the unredeemed dead souls are gathered. Although hell in Born By Power shifts from the given tale as to the location of hell. Hell is classified as an realm so abstract from existence and other realities. Hell, in Born By Power is towards the right in th

“Kitten, I’ll make her pay for taking my heir’s life, she has committed a sin and the devil himself can’t protect her from my wrath. I’ll take her life so painfully that her soul will remember it to eternity, my angel” “Free me… Armando, I said free me and let me go,” I yelled at him, I didn’t care that his sister was also in the room. “If you can’t respect women then don’t expect me to give you a second of my life. You already forced me to stay with you but that was because of my unborn and now, I won’t continue living in your inferno. You called me an angel but to increase your knowledge, Angels don’t live in hell,” I blurted out all my anger in one go but what I could guess he was busy in

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

I scoffed, "Who am I to be mad at you for such a silly reason? We just met a few days ago, we're not even friends." "Don't say that, Angel," he said, softly, lifting my face with the tip of his index finger and his thumb. "Yes, you're not a friend to me, you are so much more. Eversince, the day you came into my life, you changed it, Cherry. What was a dark, gloomy day, you turned it into a bright sunny one. You are the echo to my silence. You are happiness to my sadness. You are the light to my darkness, Angel. And I'd be damned to see a tear in these God damn beautiful eyes because of me," he softly wiped the small trace of tear at the corner of my left eye with the tip of his thumb. "I'm s

“Yes, I am an Angel. I am your Angel, for right now that is.” “So everything….” “Yes, Abigail everything Daniel told you was true. You are the soul that determines whether or not the war starts.” “The war? Wait you mean ‘The War’,” Abigail gasped. “Yes, the war between Heaven and Hell. Heaven has its mother, you are Hell’s mother, and all of Hell is going to be chasing you.” “What? Hell’s mother? How can I be Hell’s mother? I didn't give birth to Hell.”

She searched his gaze as tears blurred her eyes and she turned away from him. When Angel tried to grab her by the hand to stop her, she turned and yelled at him, “Damn you! Damn you!” “Nadie…” Angel called in barely a whisper after seeing how distressed she got. “Go to hell. I didn’t ask to be born into this family. But I was. This is me, this is who I am. If you can not accept that, then leave me alone and just stay away from me!” she cried and rushed away blindly.

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.

I mutter. His chest rumbles with laughter, “You mean other than the fact that I am the king of hell?” I chuckle. “Yes, other than that.” His chest falls and rises steadily as he tries to think about what to say. Seeing that he’s having some difficulty, I mutter, “Okay, how about I ask you a question, and you answer? So, let’s see, where you born a child?” He shakes his head, “No, I was not. Angels are not born. We are created as adult males.”

A sharp graze of the venom that lurked in his eyes. I swallowed dryly, my drink freezing over from my fingertips. “I… I don’t understand how this has to do anything with my father. You want to play a sick game with me? Fine, I’ll humor you. But p-please, please let him go, Christian.” “Hmm, you do remember my name. That’s pleasantly ironic.” “Did you forget mine?” “Angel.” He savored it, sweet and sinful, dark eyes locked on mine. “Not for a moment. Again, do you have even the slightest idea how upsetting it was to have to find out that a population of over 30,000 blondes bear that name in America?”