Turning Angel Novels & Stories

She turned around and found the person she hated the most standing in front of her with an evil smirk on his face. Aaron Brooks, her so-called mother's illegitimate son, stood beside the double scoundrel of the century, Hector Willson. Hailey gritted her teeth. "I'm not your fucking sister, you scumbag," Hailey said and turned to go, but Aaron grabbed her arm and pinned her to the nearby wall. "What the..." she tried to say, but he clamped a hand tightly over her mouth. "If I'm not your brother, then spend a night with me," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

"We wanna party!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and Cersei exclaimed excitedly. "LEDO EAM!!! Angelus said out while stretching her hands at the home theater that was standing in between the TV, Using her magic to turn it on. “Yay.!!!!! Theo, Sia, Jasper, Ted, Trevor, Alaric, Daniel, Richard, Peter, Paul, Joseph, Morgan, Stanley, Scott, and

My breathing was very heavy and I sincerely was seeing nothing but red at that moment. He finally left through the open doorway, pausing for a moment before marching off. Angel was standing nervously by the doorway and fidgeting with the hem of whatever thing that sexy little outfit was called. Damn, she looked ...angelic. AN: Till next chapter cupcakes, I love y'all. ✌illusionistic.

“Alright, I'm done playing games. Tell me where your little brother is, or I'll turn this birthday party into a crime scene.” I bit my tongue, refusing to give in to his demands. This only seemed to irritate Angel further. Stroking his chin, he said, “Now, let's see… who should I start with?” Before I could process his words, Angel zipped out of sight, darting up the stairs with the speed of a squirrel on caffeine. Suddenly, Jaja's screams pierced the air, making my blood run cold. Within moments, Angel reappeared, Jaja in tow, his face transformed into its vampiric form. His fangs hovered dangerously close to her neck, like a chef with a knife poised over a particularly juicy steak.

Angel’s POV Back when Angel used to come here—years ago—with Federico and Bianca, his childhood friends, they’d once snuck behind the counter. Drunk and laughing. And they had found it. A slim metal door that led to the alley. Half opened. They had been young and stupid back then. And now, he needed that escape route. He pushed the bar’s door open. The soft ring of the bell above him sounded louder than it should have. Only two people were inside.

She gripped the glass tighter, tears suddenly stream down her eyes, she was worried, yet couldn’t move any step towards him. The moment she saw him turning his face to Pocco and ready to suck his blood, she whispered, “Please, don’t, please, Blake... I know you’re a good person, please prove to me I’m not wrong. That I’m right in choosing you over my duty as an Angel.” She knew that he was not able to hear it, but she didn’t whisper it for him to hear her beg, but it was from her mind that came out to her mouth.

Angel looked around, wondering why no one recognized Damon as a foreigner. What has he done? The English teacher, Mrs. Turner, came in and also thought Damon to be familiar, leaving Angel with a lot of curious questions. Questions she couldn’t wait to get answers to. Did he compel every single one of them? "Angel!" Mrs. Turner called, snapping her out of her daze. She had been trying to imagine how he managed to compel every single member of the class, including their teacher, causing her to forgot she was even in a class.

Derek had asked them to come back now that James was out of danger. We had breakfast with Carl. After breakfast we went to the meeting room and waited for Gerald and Kent to return. Angel had gone to the forest to take them back. Over the past few days, she had undergone rigorous physical training to unlock the potential of her gift. Now, not only could she move at great speed on her own, but she could also pull people along with her on the move. It only took her ten minutes to go into the forest and come back with Gerald and Kent.

However it wasn’t as simple as that, they had less than a day before the angels would gather to pray before the holy water which would purify them of their impurities and bless them with holiness and if they as fake angels were to follow only Paws might survive. Genad was too vicious and would be directly scorched to death by the holiness, Feral wasn’t even an angel and would probably be burnt by the flames of holiness since only angels could absorb holiness. Paws however was fairly innocent and had the angel’s bloodline so he would only be scorched slightly before being purified… if he could hold his transformation till then.