Warring Angel Novels & Stories

“How am I not to worry, Anastasia? Look at you, and don’t tell me that you’re fine. You have makeup on and you look like you just came back from a warzone, Elijah is in no better state either… “ “Love, don’t worry, yeah? Things would settle eventually. For now, just take care of your brother. I need to head home, okay?” I said softly. Iris looked me in the eye, noticing that I was fighting back my tears, she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I wrapped my right arm around her waist, fearing hugging her just as tightly as not to burst out. If I was going to weaken, it wasn’t going to be in front of anyone.

So somehow, Liam was not totally surprised when Renard had switched but the way he had and the situation around it was not something Liam had foreseen. Bringing his hands to wash his hair, he tried to remember how the war had broken out, Angels were supposed to be guardians to the humans and for an exceedingly long time, they were. At first, they had been fighting against the demons and for the humans but over the years, the things had changed. And although, he could not entirely place the blame on the Angels because the humans could be super annoying, he sometimes wondered what kind of a creature were they any way?

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.

With the wolfsbane in my bloodstream, I couldn’t heal as fast as I was supposed to. Swallowing the cry of pain that threatened to come out of my dry throat, I stared at Aaron’s grey eyes. “Angel please, don’t do it! Give him a chance. It was bad, but I am sure he can change with love and time. He is our mate, you can’t do it” Sia cried in my mind. No, he couldn’t change. He had just shown his true colours and some things shouldn’t ever be forgiven. I started, yet I wasn’t able to finish my sentence, “I, Angeline Chantara, reject you Alpha–”

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

commanding his men, including all the Weres under his command Angel felt his inside cloud with dread when Antonio Rufus raised his right hand ready to press the controller strapped around his left wrist. He knew exactly what would happen when he pressed it. Every single Were would lose their minds! Including him. He lowered his gaze to Aaron and watched as the human meet his gaze. From the corner of his eye, he saw Antonio Rufus pressing the button

she told me slowly, her eyes calm. Despite my anger towards her I trusted her words. The moon couldn't lie, it's against everything pure to do so. If angel is the key to this war and everything, why is everything the same? I mean it's been over 600 years, we've mated and we still don't know how to win this war. "You put me on this world to fight battles, to win wars. I'm immortal and you want me to live my life in constant battle with everyone" I stepped away from her, becoming angry.

The demons press in closer, watching the scene that is unfolding in front of them. Warrick glares at his father and his skin starts to glow orange and then flames erupt across his skin and collect in his hands. Shit. Looks like we are fighting our way out of here. “What the hell are you?” His father asks when navy wings erupt from Warrick’s back. Alina howls in my head, ‘He absorbed your angel abilities! Hot damn!’ I do not have time to wonder about it because I now have a gun to my head. Fear washes through me and my heartbeat quickens. I hesitate only a moment before I unleash my own flames and my wings burst forth, knocking his father away. Warrick pulls me to him and we face off against

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

I left both Xavier and Theodore back at the warehouse and took a cab home. I was angry- no, I was livid! I knew he owned one of the strongest Mafia groups but I didn't know he did it to hurt people. I thought he was rather helping people. I went into Theodore's room and searched his drawers for any weapon at all. I just needed to release stress. The fearless, confident, and bitchy Andrea I had managed to keep hidden in the closet for two years has now come back strong.