Twilight Angela Weber Novels & Stories

Chapter 18 "What?! Are you serious, Blake? She's here to kill you?" Veronica exclaimed after Blake told her about what he heard the other day and when she started speaking. "I'm serious, she's an angel, and her mission is to kill me..." he repeated. Veronica sighed, knowing that Blake was a vampire means it was not possible that the girl she thought was something special was actually an angel. She thought she might be like Blake or other creatures like a werewolf, after watching the CCTV footage but to find out she was an "ANGEL," she was surprised.

His eyes narrowed as Angela approached him. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Daniel,” Angela said walking a little closer. “I hear that some friends of yours attacked my mate and son as they were coming here, so that Agatha would have to believe that I was dead. I think you need to choose some better friends. Apparently, someone forgot to tell you that my mate and son are very much alive,” she said, walking forward and standing in front of Daniel. “You made a mistake when you joined the hunters and thought to help attack the two most important people in my life and then drain the third. Once we have drained you and removed your ability, I will personally be going through your head and finding

She just wanted a healthy work environment where she can grow naturally. "Goodman!" Loftgant blurted out suddenly, calling a name that made Paige roll her eyes and scoffed a bit. Of course, her everyday work won't be completed without having the disrespectful supervisor and her golden girl tailing up her ass. From the wretched cabin surrounded by cops and a forensics team, a young pleasable woman with dark wavy hair came out, running towards where the voice came from. Ivanna Goodman, the sweet-looking twenty-five-year-old female detective hurried beside Gabriel Loftgant like a puppy that was called by her master. She was smiling widely and almost ready to submit wholeheartedly to the supervi

My wolf, Thalia says. “Oh, so you think he's hiding his abilities?” I ask her. “I'm sure of it,” she replies. The sound of the door slamming shut pulled me out of my thoughts. I open his computer, using Angela’s birthday as his password. It works. Goddess. I nearly cried, but I don't want to leave my scent in the study. I know what I’ll find, but seeing it still rips me open. Angela wasn’t resisting him. She was giving herself to him wholeheartedly.

Valerie said. “Well, I might not have an ability yet, but I'm still a werewolf with superhuman strength and speed,” Angela replied, her eyes glowing bright blue, her claws elongating, and her fangs growing longer. Anima stared at the two of them silently from a distance, her face etched with anger. She suddenly felt another presence behind her. She quickly leaned to the left, and the spear Valerie created flew past her neck and burrowed halfway into the ground in front of her.

Crimson calls out to me, making me frown. I find myself standing on the edge of a cliff... the cliff I've always lived on. In the water below... floats the people I've grown to love... including the two that annoy me most. "Has our little minx got cold feet?" Levi taunts, with a deep chuckle. "Not the Temptress, herself." Damien retorts, smirking devilishly. "Join us, Angel! The water's just right." Salem encourages with a smile. "I'll catch you, I promise, Baby girl!" Lucien states, holding his arms out for me.

“No. I’m allowing you to get to know her.” Max swallows the rising bile in his throat. He was no fool to know what he meant. Aside from her beauty and deadly intelligence, Max was also well aware of what she is. A human, Alpha wolf, and lycan hybrid—the strongest of their race. As long as she’s alive, the balance of power is tilted in her favor. “Agent Anna is a wonderful woman—but I am not interested in her,” he clarifies. “I’m sure you know who my heart belongs to.”

My eyes landed on a small note on the nightstand. “No…” I reached for it with shaky hands, expecting to read something horrible—like Alaric being stupid enough to think he could handle Baelor on his own. ‘I borrowed that handsome man of yours to help me with the berries. Brought you something clean to wear. –Angela’ Reading the note, I let out a long, relieved breath. Angela was one of the elders of Bloodstone Haven. Other than her mouth that couldn’t stay shut for a second, I knew she meant no harm. Alaric would be in good hands with her.

Angela shot back, "Wendy hasn't been in the Capital for three years! She's never competed with you. You're already the richest man's daughter. I'm even on your side, trying to get Stanley to marry you. What more do you want? How could you do something like this?" Jessica stared at Angela. "You're fond of Wendy now, aren't you?" Angela hesitated. "I—" "Look at you! You keep speaking for Wendy. Every single one of you is siding with her!" "It's not that we're siding with Wendy. She just isn't like you, acting crazy and obsessed—"

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"