Tormented Andariel Novels & Stories

“I just wanted a life! I wanted to be enough! I wanted him to need me! Why wasn’t I enough?!” She pulled at her hair, stumbling back into the wall, her body sliding to the ground as she convulsed in sobs. Her legs kicked against the floor like a child mid-tantrum. Her cries were no longer screams—they were the low, animalistic moans of a woman whose soul had broken loose from her bones. Andreas knew he didn’t have time. And seized the opportunity. With one quick lunge, he tackled her, the detonator flying from her grip and clattering across the ground. Tania fought him wildly, clawing at his arms, screaming at the top of her lungs.

Cordelia said as she continued crying. As Jared hung up the call, SAKI already knew what to do. Immediately, he ignited the car they were well on their way immediately Jared was done with the call. After several directions, they finally arrived at Cordelia’s apartment and Jared ran upstairs like he was a fire fighter on a mission. As Jared ran SAKI could only wonder, the angel who had made the mafia this way. As he ran, SAKI tried to put two and tow together. “Or is this the reason why my master wants to kill Brian?”

I grinned feeling dizzy because this couldn't be real so I played along. "Of course you still think I'm a fucking angel." He rolled his eyes. Huh? "Aren't you…?" "Hey, Lucian. Ooh, you've met my new friend." A familiar voice interrupted us from beside me. I turned to see Hottie standing next to me. Huh? Do they know each other? Is he also an angel? I wondered. "I've met her before." Angel replied, "On Saturday, at a club." He explained.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

I leaned over the witch, barely containing my rage as I gritted out, “What plans?” “She needs Kaira… and the Moon Tears… for the ritual.” Saura coughed up blood. I tried to help her, lift her up, but she pushed my hand away. “She and… Alpha Jarith… They want to… summon the dark powers.” A shudder rushed through my body. I looked at Torin and saw his eyes burning with rage. Those fuckers from Sarendonia wanted to restore their demonic forces. They wanted to crush our army like they had thirty years ago.

Cirrus placed an arm forward to cover his wife, while Marcus did the same to Ysabelle. Standing near the door was André possessed. Although he had his face still, his hair was long and black just like the demon’s. A dark aura reeked outside of him as he stood like a predator ready for a kill. “André...” Marcus voiced out; his smoky brown eyes changed to a glowing amber. The need to protect the woman he loved instantly awakened something inside him just like before back in Haien’s dimension. He could feel the same surge of power now; thick and solid, compressed in the form of energy waves enveloping his body. Without the demon parasite, he had complete control of himself and with Death’s divi

And then the unraveling began. Light exploded behind her eyes as the Spiral buckled. Its threads tore through her ribs, slashing through old promises, unraveling centuries of divine intent. Elthara gasped, doubling over as her knees struck the cracked altar stone. Her skin split with glowing fractures as power surged without direction. No longer contained by gods or names, the Spiral turned inward—wild, desperate, and unspeaking. And Elthara, caught in its center, collapsed with a silent scream.

I snapped. Seriously. If she were a man, the first thing I’d do is land a punch right on her face. But she was lucky—just an old woman who once served as an Elder for the Moon Fall Pack and the only person who treated Claire decently when those damn Rogue Wolves kidnapped her and took her to their settlement. "I don’t appreciate being rushed like this, Alpha," Andara said, her tone calm but firm. "But knowing your temper, we don’t have time to waste. This is about Lady Torrance."

He walks slightly further from me and continues, "If it were me—if I were Alejandro, I would've taken you far away from this violently deranged life, I wouldn't have let a shadow of this lifestyle touch you but... but unfortunately for you, you've fallen under a shade that creates the shadow itself. Alejandro is the Cosa nostra's most important piece in this unhinged game; he's the piece that creates chaos to bring so-called peace and order in the underworld." "What are you trying to say, Elijah?" My question is like a whisper. "Alejandro's a machine created by our organization. He's the result of inhumane training of the mind and body to understand nothing but destruction, wealth, and posse

Tremors shake the ground, and the angel glares down. "Stay away from me!" Azrael hisses. "I don't want you anywhere close!" His words confuse me, and I look up to absorb him. He is pushing into the wall as if the mere thought of touching me frightens him, and although he is much larger than me, he is shaking. I part my lips. "You're acting like you're afraid of me." "I guess I am," Azrael admits. "Unrequited love does that to a person, and I don't want you to touch me—I think it would worsen my state of misery."