Warrior Angel Novels & Stories

Raven POV It's been a few months since my mother collapsed and I'm not sure how I should be taking things. I feel numb. A part of me should be happy about this because of the way she has been treating me the last 6 years, but she's my mother. I have been going through the motions of my days and putting all my effort into becoming the best warrior this pack has ever seen especially after all the rogue attacks we have been experiencing. I would love to be on the battlefield helping out my fellow warriors, but the Alpha doesn't deem females to be worthy of fighting alongside him even if I am the best female warrior we have here. The Alpha announced we have the Top Warrior and future Alpha of th

Obviously thinking something bad was about to happen, Rick quickly shuffled from his spot right next to me, keeping me as close as possible against his body. I hastily grabbed his hand, still warily eyeing the four seemingly young creatures as they gracefully advanced right towards us, their attention still trained on Micah. “Amariel. Finish him,” The white-haired female commanded with a simple flick of her wrist and in the fraction of a second, one of the three angels suddenly stood right in front of him, drawing one of those silvery blades they all usually carry right through Micah’s chest, his violent screams briefly cutting through the air, a bright white light seeping from the wound, ri

She turns in my direction and as soon as our eyes meet the bond snaps into place, for me anyway, Angel is still only seventeen. She waves me over, my wolf is howling in delight as we get closer her floral scent swirls around me. “Oh Aleksei, Happy Birthday. So sorry about this but four warriors have not long been brought in with some sort of infection, disease or something. She rushes out, using the back of her hand to move one of her red curls out her face.

the first man said. “I’m not a demon, or a criminal, or whatever else you think I am. My name is Jade and I am from Senales City. This morning, I was in the National Museum looking at the Chinese exhibit, and then I saw a painting move. Then, something growled and I tried to touch the painting, but then there was a flash of lightning and when I opened my eyes I was here!” The men exchanged looks and started to murmur amongst themselves. Then, one by one, they started to leave.

A subtle knock was on my door and when the door opened, Dante appeared with his new beta, of which he was told to wait outside. "Good morning your majesty," he greeted me as I nodded. "So Dante, you said you wanted to see me," I asked, going straight to the point. "Yes sir, there was another attack and they left a letter,"'he replied, handing me a rough sheet with blood stained. "They want to break their allegiance sir, which means another war will break out," Dante informed. I can't have another war, I haven't even settled the Kai issue, it makes trusting Kai with my kingdom really hard.

He’s the only one who flashes a smile but Azrael gave him a glare. The last boy was Radeuriel, has clean fringed-up chestnut brown hair and is the tallest and leanest. His ocean blue eyes fits with his long and narrow nose and thin lips that smiles eerily for Azrael. For an Angel, he has a piercing on his left eyebrow and lower lip. They were the Angel of Wrath, Mercy, the Earth, Command and the Archives, respectively. “Give this up. You know it won’t work.” Yerachmiel said, his voice is set as a quiver.

But, Angel’s lips twitched. It wasn't a smile. It was a grimace. And it was him declaring war to Tony. “Only—I—own—myself,” he finally hissed. Enunciating every word. Angel stepped back, slowly. Like a prey gradually retreating from a beast. Trying to get out of Tony’s grip on him. Letting the hem of his robe fall completely open—for distraction. Moonlight shone across his naked body. Glistening with sweat, and bruises. His thighs were full of bite wounds down to the sole of his feet.

she finished. Pride soared through Damascus. This was his mate, strong and resilient. She had gone through so much in such a short amount of time, but she was lifting herself back up and ready to take on whatever threatened her. Although she would never be taking on that threat alone. Damascus would be by her side, protecting her through it all. But something within Amara had shifted. He could feel it as he stood in front of her. "That's my Angel," Damascus whispered under his breath.

Someone sang off-key near the barrels. I wove through the crowd, looking for Harrison. Instead, I caught scraps of conversation from a group of warriors. "—took down three rogues before the rest of us even shifted." "The new strongest female warrior. I'm telling you, she's something else." I slowed my steps. The strongest female warrior had always been Valeria — Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack. They called her The Selene-Blade. People said the Moon Goddess herself had blessed her, and she fought in a terrifying mask — all you could see were her red eyes, glowing. No one had ever beaten her.

With years of experience and a fierce warrior spirit, she used her abilities with fluidity beyond her years. During the battle, Alpha Paul and a few of his warriors ran towards them, sensing the power emanating from Lauren and the rest of us the warriors behind him became afraid and we could sense their fear in the distance. The fight was fierce, but we were victorious, leaving only Alpha Paul and his beta alive. Lauren ordered them to shift into human form, and they immediately obeyed. When Alpha Paul asked who she was, Lauren responded that she was someone he should not have messed with. The shock on his face was amusing.