The Angel Novel Novels & Stories

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

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.

I murmured to Angel’s pale and cold body before leaving her in her final resting place. ~ * ~ Angeline After my soul managed to stop crying for Sia, I did what the voice asked me to and opened my eyes. Blinking twice, I tried to focus on the golden blur in front of me. “Oh my Goddess!” I gasped as I finally saw her clearly. She was so beautiful. Her eyes were as silver as the moon and a soothing light radiated from her.

He wants to hug her so bad but every time he sees the look on her face and her eyes with guilt, it drives him mad. "I will make you pay for this." "Ne Kedama," The Angel of Death uttered to his little friend. "Why do I feel like they are going to end up liking the same girl? Do you think I should just eliminate the lady?" "They will attack you if you do that. And it is Kegawa." The Angel of Death then sigh lazily. It doesn't excite him at all. If they attack him, how are they going to do that? There is only two of them that can fly. It's not exciting at all. They are all weaklings that doesn't know anything--

But what I see stops me completely. Angel kneels on the smooth courtyard stone, her large amber-gold eyes downcast as she carefully gathers her books from the pavement. Her long chestnut-brown hair spills over her white veil in soft waves, and even from a distance, I can see her hands trembling as she works. Coffee has soaked through the front of her grey hoodie, the liquid dark against the pale fabric. But it's the boy kneeling across from her that makes my chest constrict.

The tension between him and Riya was palpable and the tension in the room was so thick it could be cut by a butter knife. When they were out of sight, she stole to where the babies are knelt beside them, cooing like a dove. “You guys take care of yourself, I’m sticking with these angels, and yes, they are sleeping in my bed tonight.” Georgia raised up an eyebrow, “Trust me, you don’t want do that. Especially when there is a life sized Annabelle doll in the mix.” Riya looked at her in confusion, “what do you mean?” “The female,” Anna responded, forking the last bite of pancakes down her throat, “she packs a punch.”

I had an even stronger impression that Reive went into raptures from my embarrassment. “Of course, Angel, there’s a small pond near here.” He led me through bushes and trees in a direction known only to him. And I, silly sheep, kept my eyes on him, not even thinking that if he left me there all alone, I wouldn’t be able to find my way out of the forest. “But why do you call me Angel?” I asked while we were walking. “Once upon a time, angels were called mysterious creatures flying high in the sky,” he readily began telling his story. “They were said to be creatures of other worlds. Worlds where there wasn’t any of the necromancy and magic we were familiar with.”

It seems that only an angel can kill another angel. Then I happened to stumble upon an ancient text that had many loose, recent extracts tucked into the back, about The Daemonium. 1254 years old. Dargan Chernobog chosen by The God of Hell to rule over all the evils of the world at the age of only 14. The newer pages were left by an angel in training, Azazel. Brought into the mansion at 16, he uncovered all of The Daemonium’s plans to… “Miss Ashyver.” A female voice breaks me from my reading. “There is a ball being hosted this evening and The Daemonium requests you to begin preparations. He will present you to the society this evening.”

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She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him. “Stop!” She screamed causing Xavier to look confused. “I’m not doing anything.” He protested. “Just get out so I can get dressed.” Xavier held his hands up while walking out of the room. She sighed looking deadly at the Angel. “Who are you?” She asked in a much lower tone. “I’m Gabriel, God’s warrior, one of the many carriers of souls.” “Well Gabriel, whatever,” His eyebrows rose at her clear disrespect. “I have a job to do so just go away and let me focus.”