Novel & Cerita Warring Angel

“Round two, little wolf. I’m breeding you until you can’t walk tomorrow.” He laid her down, thrusting up into her with renewed hunger. Dirty words spilled between them—promises of more knotting, public claiming, pups, and a future built on their forbidden sin. By morning, the pack gathered. Angel stood beside Seven, bite mark proudly bare, his cum still dripping down her thighs under her dress. The ancient rival blood sang in her veins, stronger because of the bond. Seven addressed them, with a booming voice. “Angel is my mate. The old wars end today. Any who disagree… fight me.”

Aurora thought for a moment and nodded, “I don’t see why. We need as much helps as we can find. Just remember to watch out for Chloe if you are bringing her.” “No problem. Thank you for this opportunity. I promise to be useful,” Angelina smiled. Angelina walked to Chloe and got her out of the bench. Chloe was giggling like a lunatic, drooling all over the place. It seemed that she had really lost her sanity. Maxie looked at Angelina and Chloe’s back and let out a long sigh, “Don’t know why…but I just have a really bad feeling about this upcoming war. With the Rogue King and the mole…Who do you think the mole can be?”

Mortals overwhelmed. A warning. “Your existence invites war,” they said. Lily looked at the visions. Then, I looked at the angel. “Then perhaps heaven should consider why one woman standing on a wall feels like a threat.” The silence that followed was heavier than any pressure before it. Because it was true. For a long moment, nothing moved. Then— The angel’s wings slowly lowered. “The High Choir will deliberate,” they said. Not forgiveness. Not peace. Delay. “We will return.”

It was like I am in some spell. A few days later, there was an attack on Angelina by dark angel and demons. I fought with them alongside archangels. We won the fight but I was badly hurt. I was taken to witches where they need to make a potion for which they needed a fairy's nail and not just any fairy.it has to be a fairy princess nail. Eva knew there is no option so she asked Carol for help. Carol knowing that it's me immediately helped and gave her nails to the witch who created the potion and I was healed.

The tension in the room was palpable, even Damon seemed uneasy. Angel rose slowly from her seat, her footsteps echoing in the tense silence of Damon's office. With each step, her heart pounded louder, matching the rhythm of her anxious thoughts. As she approached Damon's desk, she felt the weight of the envelope in her trembling hands, a physical manifestation of the burden she carried. "All this time," Angel began, her voice betraying her nerves, "You thought my brother-in-law, Mason, was the only one trying to destroy you. But the truth is, Mason was never alone in this plan. Arabella helped him every step of the way."

Angel’s POV Angel was still kneeling. And he was angry. For whom—himself or the savage bastard—he didn't know. Maybe both. Or maybe he was angry even with fate itself. He could still taste him in his mouth. Bitter. Sour. His mouth was stinging like it had been kissed by acid and bad decisions. When in truth—Angel had just given a stranger—a man to boot—a blow job. That’s the cold hard truth. His crying eyes narrowed.

DANIEL “This place looks huge. Will there be a lot of people?” Angel’s voice wavered as she stared out the window at the high-rise building in Vegas. “But I’ll be there, just keep your eyes on me,” I watched her profile, the way fear painted itself across her features. She was trying so hard to be brave, my little Angel, but I could smell the terror on her. It made me want to fuck her again. Right here in the car. I wanted to remind her that fear was just another kind of arousal when it came from the right source.

Warrick's voice elbowed us back into reality, “I want you to break every connection she has with that thing. I want her to control her powers alone… without having any weakness.” The Angel shook his head in refusal, “I shouldn't do that, they were connected for a reason. The dragon wolf would lose control, lose her memories and forget everything about love.” Warrick menacingly muttered, “Do it or you die.” “I won't,” the angel declared firmly. An acid-like liquid was poured on him, and he cried out in agony, “Just do it.” I yelled at him, “That's the only way I can save you and protect myself.”

He screams, as his body turns not to salt, but to ash, the substance falling and landing on some of the angels that are fighting below us. Some of them scream in horror, as they know that fellow comrade won't be found in Heaven or Hell. I give them a dark look so they know I mean business. The fight commences, some of the demons, fallen angels, and Nephilim taking advantage of their shock, forcing them back. Suddenly, I'm smacked with a wing os hard, I see my vision cloud with darkness as my body is flung into a building. I was so distracted by my brief victory, I didn't take account of the War Angel. It's giant eye locks onto me, and a shiver dances from my spine to my toes. Round two with

ARCHANGEL #1 : We cannot let them leave here and reach the gates ARCHANGEL #2 : Hold your ground, my fellow comrades… we must give everything we’ve got ARCHDEMON #1 : Resistance is futile, just let us pass ARCHDEMON #2 : How many must fall before you realize that you cannot hold us here for long The warring angels take no heed to the words of their demonic counterparts and keep on beating back the invaders that had dared to come to their doorstep, as the battle kept going back and forth soon enough a large portal with black hue appears from behind the demon ranks giving off an aura that was nothing short of menacing WAR ANGEL #1 : What is that??....