The Angel Novel Novels & Stories

- Hijama asked, his mouth completely open. That scene caused a pair of giggles from Koneko and Ravel. "Pfft! A self-proclaim one, she's a reincarnated Angel. Similar to the 'Peerage System' the Angels have one as well based on cards, called 'Brave Saints'" - Xenovia laughed at Irina and explained to them. They thought something like that could occur, after all, if the Devils could transform any other race into their own, why the rest could not? "Let me continue!~" - While puffing her cheeks Irina scolded Xenovia, who just smirked.

I breathes lowly. "From what I've heard, you're a murderer?" He's so close now, I can practically feel his breath against his face. Every fine detail of his face is now visible for me to see, but I can't spot many flaws. His brow creases. "And who told you that?" "Noble's." "Angel bloods. No surprise, is it?" I draw in a breath. No, I suppose not. Angel-bloods have fought against Demon's for centuries. They tried to eradicate them, and when they failed, they have chased down every living Demon to finish the job.

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.

" she said. "Not at all. I am not letting my Angel meet those vile women." "Don't say it like that." Reine said, pouting. "Reine, you know better how those women are. They just say anything they want and I don't want my angel hearing anything toxic." he said.

I just found where I'm going to spend the rest of my time while Keo is absent. I spend at least half an hour inspecting as many books as possible before one piques my interest. It's particularly old, written over a century ago. By the looks of it, it details some Angel-blood history regarding Demon's. Lugging the book upstairs, I lay it on my bed, flipping the cover open. I take my time scanning the small text, learning about the war, about Angel's depiction of Demon's. It's rough, hearing how they detail the mass death's, and how they justify it.

I said with heavy breaths as I pushed myself forward ignoring the rain covering my face and making it impossible for me to see, I didn't know there was a trench somewhere filled with rainwater because immediately I took a step forward. “Ahh!” I fell inside, the water completely covered my body and head. Trying to get to the surface. I couldn't because my leg was stuck somewhere. No matter how much I tried to struggle out, I couldn't. The dirty water was getting into my ears. I couldn't breathe as I sucked in my breath and tried, certainly, to get my wings out. It was the only way to get free. ____ Not far from where Elina was trapped, Angel stood face-to-face with Raphael. Wiping blood from

💋 Author's Naughty Note: This chapter is not for the faint-hearted (or the underage 👀). We've got steamy scenes, filthy mouths, and emotional chaos. If you're not ready to sweat, blush, or clutch your pearls—maybe skip ahead... or don't. 😏 **18+ only. You've been deliciously warned.** Angel's Pov. Soon, the car came to a stop in front of the company building. I thanked them for their services and stepped out. As expected, I was met with a gallery of judgmental stares and murmured whispers. I didn't flinch. I kept my high, spine straight, and walked to the elevator like I couldn't hear a thing—even though I heard everything. I stepped into the elevator and took a deep breath

[Rachel’s POV] Vincenzo invited me to the East Coast, saying we needed to discuss an alliance. This time, I did something unusual. Instead of taking a helicopter, I boarded a train alone. Not long after I sat down, a man wearing a cap and sunglasses took the seat across from me. He spoke first. “Don’t look at me. Just read a book.” I opened a book and replied quietly, “Victor, I told you I don’t want to see you again.”

she said and cursed herself that she was blushing yet again. “What things have you read, angel?” he asked, looking very amused. “I know there are people that enjoy treating their sexual partner like a pet. Leaches, cages, pet bowls,” she told him, trying to be brave enough to meet his eyes, but failing and instead looking down. “I’m not interested in you being my literal pet, angel. I just want you at my beck and call. I want you to respect me, my word is the law. Surrender your body to me and give up all other things in your life for three years. You will be by my side when I need you, you will be in meetings if I wish so, you will see some shit and I expect you not to go crazy or freak the

I read a few pages from one of the books and my wonderment went up a notch. Angel, Eva… They were nothing like what their families had been. Their lives at the moment looked so peaceful, so ordinary. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing something. They left me no clues, no loose ends, nothing to hold on to. “Looking for something?.” A too-familiar voice suddenly said, startling me. The book made a loud bang on the floor and I turned to see Angel, sitting casually by a window, a book nestling in his lap.