The Angel In The Forest Comic Novels & Stories

My Angel. A small smile made it across my lips at the thought of my little Angel as I made my way in. But my smile was soon replaced by a frown when I saw Angel lying on the ground, unconscious. "ANGEL!"

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

With a little boy attached to her leg. A little boy that looks exactly like me. “So what do you want with me?” I turn my enraged stare at the male. “Do you know how it works, Miss Ashyver? How being an angel works?” I hate the way his eyes glow with excitement. “No, I can’t say I do.”

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

I knew it wasn't too late to turn around, but turning back wasn't an option right now. 'A hundred percent' I replied with a brilliant smile. We were in the woods and it would be dark soon. The woods weren’t safe, especially at nights. I was not as scared as the first time I ran away, because I had my wolf and control over my powers. It shouldn't be too hard to fight off a few rogues. I was an angel after all. I hadn't even been walking for long when I heard a twig snapped from somewhere behind me. My wolf became alert after hearing the noise and immediately jumped into defense mode.

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

asked Erika enthusiastically. "Of course. There are also Angels selling such dresses, wing accessories and crowns!" "Wow! Angels selling? What did they buy it with? Money? Gold? Or what?" "Fresh fruit and flowers! Why do you think Angels need money for?" "Why do Angels want flowers and fruit? Do they eat fruit like fairies?" "We don't eat it. We inhale the aroma. Fresh fruit is very fragrant, as are some flowers and wild grasses!" Erika's eyes widened perfectly.

One arm over my shoulder and all the remaining force in Asra’s body - that’s what I had to take him from there. But where? Where could I go. My eyes hurt, my head was buzzing and when I realized, I was walking inside a forest, a large black forest with emerald leaves. Where the hell were we? "Quinn" Calisto called and I sighed, he was still calling for her, still calling for his dead wife - at least it wasn’t Elaine. I needed to take care of the wound on his chest, it was big and clearly ugly. What the hell did that angel put in there? Poison?

he said and I smirked. "No problem, I will prove it. An angel only shows her true wings when her life is in danger. No matter since how long she is pretending to be human, she will show her true colours once she will see death so close to her... So close that she will realise that if she won't fly, she will die. I will make that happen" I just said that left to my room before he could stop me.

For a drama queen that she is, Angel's spectacles would never come to an end. "Mommy, daddy.." She looks up at Ace and Scarlet, pulling them with her little hands and reaching into her bedroom. "I got you a Christmas gift too." She tells them in a sing-song way. She pulls a drawing from her cupboard which had a man, and a woman, and in between was a little girl and a boy holding their hands. Ace kneels beside Angel and asks, pointing to the little girl in the drawing. "Who is this beautiful little girl? Is she my princess?"