The Angel In The Forest Comic Novels & Stories

Damien's POV "What the fuck is going on?" I fumed, pulling Red against my side protectively, just as a semi-shifted male hurtled towards us, teeth snapping menacingly. A smaller, darker wolf charged behind him, sinking its teeth into the half-human, stopping him from launching an assault on Red and I. My eyes widened in alarm as I watched the pair wrestle for the higher ground until they finally rolled out of sight. Locking eyes with my angel, checking her over quickly, our heads snapped in the direction the beasts had disappeared; a defeated wail penetrated the dim woods around us, bouncing off the trees aimlessly

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

Let her try. But when I'm done, she'll regret ever stepping foot in Moonridge. And Ella will regret ever being born. I sat up in my hospital bed. The pack witch had already left. The room was quiet. Dark. I looked at my phone. A message from one of my friends at Lykos. Angel left her pack without permission. Her mother is furious. She's not supposed to be there. I smiled. So Angel is a runaway. Hiding in Moonridge. Chasing a boy who doesn't want her.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

“what do you mean, there's a crossfire going on, it's a miracle that you are still alive and you are still—" “Well guess what? I am waiting for a freaking miracle that's gonna bring her back to life and maybe give me my legs as a bonus!" Aracely yelled “W-what?" Angel asked. “I'm a cripple angel, you need to leave now, go with Ariel and stay with you" “what about you?! and lati?" He demanded as he stood up and punched the tree beside him. “I am gonna die here, there's no other way" END OF FLASHBACK

"Please don't tell me she died back there?" "I am still baffled by how this works, I am still figuring out the possible connection to end this turmoil." Harlow found herself amid the forest, bleeding. She tried to get away yet there's no door, or open way, she waited there, alone and in cold. Until suddenly, a light flashes in front of her and the wind blow as strong as the coming storms. She saw feathers falling from above and as she lifted her face, she saw an angel.

This is a small patch of forest. The exit is visible from the entrance. The manly figure emerges from the trees, and I jog through. The second I exit, bright headlights blind me. Shielding my eyes with my arm, I hear, "Are you lost?" "Uh, yeah. Will you help me?" Shutting his car door, he slowly walks towards me. Now, standing face to face, I beheld an angel. His tall, tan, muscular body, with those chiseled cheekbones and bedroom eyes, made me wet myself.

A single lantern sat on the desk. Another man was waiting there. He didn’t look like a rogue. He was dressed in clean, dark clothes. He had cold, calm eyes. He looked at me like I was something he couldn't quite figure out. “Sit, Luna Peniel,” he said. I didn’t sit. “Who are you?” “You can call me the Angel ,” he said. “I work for someone who is very interested in you.” My blood went cold. Henry. He was the only one I knew right now who could do this.

The hounds shrieked, the forest shaking, and the fracture wavered, but the mark burned, and I saw her—not through the fracture, but here, stepping from the trees, her black eyes gleaming, her smile cruel. “You’re late,” she said, her hand raised, shadows coiling, not the hounds but hers, darker, hungrier, lunging for us. Lucian slashed, his blade sparking, but they caught him, pinning him, his shout raw—Angel!—the bond straining.

This Angel has white hair, not black, which means Elena could still be alive in this timeline if the angel is Adam. My heart constricts painfully inside my chest. Floods of misery are crashing in waves at my heart, at the verge of breaking it. While it would gladden me to see Adam happy with his mate, it also pains me thinking about him being with someone else. Without giving me a warning, the angel places his hand directly beneath me. His palm looks soft and familiar, and I sniffle experimentally, not even caring about my silent guest clawing at the straps holding up the web.