The Night Angels Novelas e Histórias

I agreed to listen closely and keep an open mind. “First you need to know, I am not who you think I am. I am an angel. I was sent here to make sure you stayed away from Damien and Lucifer. Things changed when I met you and I fell in love with you. Ramiel came today to tell me that someone has been hunting down angels looking for him and myself. There is a place called Halo it is basically a spa and day club for angels to hang out in. Whoever this person is managed to get past security and infiltrate Halo. They killed everyone there. All the angels and all the humans who worked there. We think it was Damien and we think he was trying to find you.” I could tell he was serious the emotion roll

Xavier’s moan was echoing through her head, a slew of curses, the sound of his thighs slapping against hers, the ringing in her ear sounded off right before she came hard, releasing all her anger and stress before she stopped remembering. Gabriel walked into the club after his long walk there. It was his first time on foot, but every Angel knew the earth from carrying. Once he was at a location he knew it in his mind, memorized like the humans he carried. Another perk of being a carrier. They were the closest to the human kind than any other Angel. Eyes turned to him once he entered the blasting night club seemingly as it wasn’t as packed as it was before. Sunday late night didn’t seem to dr

All Enfablers are like a big family, a sisterhood that spans the globe – but the angels take it to the extreme. Angels stick together with one goal in mind. Their sole aim is to get chosen. To get noticed by their idol, and to have the honor of being one of the special angels that "Alastaire takes up to heaven" after each concert. That's what the rumors online say, and it looks like there might be some truth to them. The girl in the sparkly gold top is smiling sweetly but her voice is cold. "So tell me, jailbait, which one of them was it?"

The shards embedded on her soles pierced every step that she took. Cent stopped in her tracks when she reached the end of her supposed balcony. Gone were the railings that she liked. The harsh raindrops welcomed her face as she looked up. The zaps of lightning illuminated the darkened hill, letting her see the catastrophe that was transpiring just outside her bedroom. Four silhouettes were seen after a zap of lightning flashed right behind the House of Lamentation. “So this is all the ruckus is about? My room got destroyed because of those fucking angels. It is the angels, again.” Cent muttered under her breath. Biting the insides of her cheeks, Cent could taste her blood.

For she couldn’t do anything but watch the predicament that is to fall on Alliah. “What are you doing in this place in the middle of the night miss?” They laugh. The disgusting beings know no moral, but the seven existing deadly sins that they are unaware of. “Please let me pass through.” She pleads with her trembling voice looking down as the chill flows at her veins and trying to avoid looking at their faces. Faces that pictured out the hell and devil as they could be. “What the f***! What an angelic voice! Right, gang?” They all laugh circling her.

Jasmine was so kind and accepting of everyone, it only made sense they were together. Theo had asked Art about ‘angels’ and if he had ever heard of anything like that in the shadow world. He was as confused as the rest of us. The angels abandoned the earth a long time ago. The humans and other species killing each other off because of differences was the final straw before desertion. “Angel” Nikola’s sweet voice cooed in my direction. “Yess..” I drew out smiling. “I have one last gift for you. Though we may need to postpone, I would still like to present it.” He said causing me to giggle in anticipation.

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.

And there are so many. As if that wasn’t enough, a blinding white light bursts from the palace. “The Morning Star,” Gabriel murmurs. “He’s coming.” Lucifer. Michael turns to us. “We’ll handle the bird bitches. You four—go meet your destiny.” We nod and surge forward. The angels flank us, the faster ones racing ahead to intercept the harpies. The fight is savage and violent. But the angels handle it with terrifying efficiency—ripping wings, snapping necks, severing limbs. It’s brutal.

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.