Turning Angel Novels & Stories

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

Shania and I decided on Samuel Turner, a marketing manager at Shania's company. Samuel was younger than Lucille and about six years younger than me. I had gotten to know him through a random dinner event in the past. I had formed a deep impression of him because of his good looks and how smart he was at handling all sorts of situations. Later on, I got to know from Shania that he was also very competent at work. He had managed to get his position as marketing manager within a year of joining the company.

Just as I caught myself from getting sick, Angel walked in, shaking her head. She was my niece on my father’s side, her father being nothing like mine and much older. Angel had been a Shadow for decades now, and I couldn’t be more proud now that she was a councilor. But I knew this was hardly a family reunion kind of visit. I knew that day she left the coven and took the oath she wouldn’t be back in any permanent way. “What’s wrong big boy? One of the wives leave,” she asked, crossing her arms.

"Oh my God, Carlos...No, I didn't kill those fucking pets of my mother's....pretty sure Father did though....he just loved to blame me because I am pure evil like my Uncle." Carlos got up and came over to me and I turned to face him, feeling like I needed to punch him, but he claimed my lips and tongue, and when I tried to pull away he held me tighter. When he finally did let me go, I gripped onto his shirt, trying to catch my breath. "Maria, Baby...You are an Angel....I believe you."

My heart needed this healing, the vacuum in me needed to be filled. While I was trying to escape my thoughts by looking through the glass, suddenly it started going up. I startled knowing Angel was doing that. I instinctively turned to know why he did that but his eyes were on the road, one hand on the stirring and the other retracting slowly from the button he had just pressed.

Logan replied quickly. Angel turned her face away, squeaking after successfully guessing Logan's evil intentions, she let go of Logan's hand and walked towards the balcony window. Roughly opening the curtain and opening the balcony window, her fingers quickly walked towards the bedside table. Pulling out a cardboard box, taking out a roll of nicotine and burning it quickly. She inhaled hard then exhaled the smoke from her cigarette high. Disgusted, so disgusted and extremely disgusted to see Logan. The man was still in her room, but Angel's evil mind could not hold back the urge to hit, and break Logan's head by banging the man's head against the wall.

Xavier stared at Chiara as she slept. She looked so peaceful and harmless as she slept, he never would have guessed she was a psychopath. The corners of her lips were curved in a smile and she looked angelic. The cold expression that was usually on her face was replaced with a happy expression.

Xavier stepped back and Angel turned away from him, heading back—fast and purposefully—towards Antonio Rufus. From where he was, Angel saw Antonio Rufus startled backwards upon seeing him coming at him. Angel could smell his fear and panic. He chuckled to himself. 'Not here, not now boss, it would be too easy…' Angel thought, forging forward. The guards rally around him in a protective shield as if they could protect him from him if he had wanted him dead.

He is suddenly picked up and thrown across the cave. ****************************************************************************** “Drake!! Drake!! Can you hear me?!” Angel stares at the hole he fell into. He then senses the damage Drake is taking. His own power starts to boil up in reaction to his dear friend’s pain. Angel closes his eyes, “No! No! No! NO!” He then starts to glow red and pulsate with intense power. The wind starts to gather around him, quicker, and quicker, till it’s a shrieking gale. He then screams a blood-curdling cry, releasing the energy; the wind slams everyone into the far wall. Angel floats in mid-air with jet-black wings and fiery red hair. His hands trans

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app