Novel & Cerita Warring Angel

Veronica said, "I want Haneul to come back and tell me exactly where I can find Geronimo." "Relax." Alice answered, "You know why they're late." Veronica smirked at that. Haneul had reached out to them two days ago, saying that a huge battle erupted between angels and demons in Varanasi's time plane. As expected, Alice was horrified. Sure, clashes between angels and demons happened then and there, but they were never big enough as this one. Both sides have been at a standstill since the beginning of the 21st century for reasons that none of them could figure out. It was as if the never-ending war was somehow doing the impossible--stopping to a halt. But now, everything has descended into mot

My lo- I stopped there and opened my eyes. All I could see was a blurry world around me. It was not because of rage. But the despair that followed. My jaw clenched as did my fists. My head was pushed back on the headrest of my chair. Angel lied to me. She hid the truth from me. She hid the fact that she could be killed that night. And that terrified me. All the possibilities of that night, scared me. All that could ever happen. What if someone hurt my Angel badly? What if they accidentally shot her! What if they kil-NO!

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

Ouch,” she cried out, holding her arm. Sharp pains shot through her right arm which had made its second hurtful contact with the floor that day. She didn’t have time to think because she was immediately dragged harshly off the floor by the man she fell with, who had already stood, still looking murderous. “Who the f**k do you think you are,” he spat angrily. She cringed at his raised voice, then began trying to free her left arm. “Let go of me, you bastard!”

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

His steel bluish orbs zeroed on the figure who was crouching on the semi plastered rough floor, her eyes squeezed shut tightly and her one knee touching the floor and the other just few centimetres above. His Angel!!! ***

Amara felt irritation at being ordered once more. "Damascus, we talked about this last night. I don't do well with demanding," Amara said. She tried to hold her irritation in check. She did not want to light a fuse that might be hard to put out, while also balancing her own. "This is not demanding. You have yet to see that side of me, Angel," Damascus said quietly. The hidden threat among his words had chills racing down Amara's spine. The rebellious side of her almost wanted to tempt fate, but she thought better of it.

I shouldn't have believed her, believed that killer angels mean a lot to her than blood relations. Mr. Lamberto clears his throat, his voice calm but firm. “Hera, this war is between Eagle and the Shadow Riders, not us. The Killer Angels don’t need to get involved.” He voices his opinion. “ We don't need to fight their battles. If that guy didn't believe you,you shouldn't just stay away and let them figure it out themselves. We can't be doing their dirty jobs while they sit around and judge you, judge us. I heard what happened last time.” Lamberto adds. He is right about something. Killer angels doesn’t need to do the shadow riders dirty tasks but this isn't about Shadow Riders anymore.

Warner said to me as I took a seat. “Who's Miranda?” I pondered, adjusting my posture on the comfy sofa. “Uhm, I am Miranda!” The girl with the messy bun sitting aside me said. “Right.” I sighed, her brown eyes drawing me in. —---------------------------------------- Angel’s POV I hung up the call and put the phone down. My head tilted to the side and i.locked eyes with John. He was entrancing. His aura kept drawing me in. My panties wet up as we stared eye to eye.