Warrior Angel Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 22 ~CALLUM’S POV~ “I am the backbone that gives the Blue Lily pack the courage to forge ahead in the face of our adversaries…” I am the blood that pumps the blood of vengeance and strength through the veins of our warriors… I am the bane of my enemies and the light of my people… “I am Regina Shepherd," the fucking queen of war, and when I say this raid isn't going to happen, then it wouldn't happen! Earth to Callum!

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Images of the battle on earth flashed on it, and then switched over to the War Demon that was being led by the Devil. The Gates of Heaven were badly damaged, and I watched as Loss stood toe to toe with a warrior angel, their swords hitting each other as they tried to outsmart one another. My gaze was on Loss, who moved as quick as a snake, striking when he saw openings. My stomach churned, and I hoped that this fight would go in Loss's favor. Just as the angel got cocky, Loss moved so fast, his sword slicing downward at the angel, and cutting off a wing. The angel cried out, and Loss kicked him in the head, knocking the angel out.

I laughed. “Well I mean you can, but the poor girl is probably traumatized, and who knows what happened to her over there. I mean she was with the Angels... The fucking Archangel to be exact…You know the one who went rogue and separated his good side and bad side. Then together they wreaked havoc on earth. This is why they got put into Pandora’s Box, I'm sure. It was strange when they disappeared so it makes sense now… But you noticed who she was with, who was holding her hostage? The good side. You’re going to tell me that she didn’t spend the entire three months there living with those two psychos and didn’t get even kind of close to the good side?” Viper explained. “No way, I don’t even w

They immediately recognized that these two people were the highest-ranking Twelve-winged War Angels under the Red-robed Bishop of the Holy Court. One of them was the Ninth Paladin's older brother. The moment they saw them, everyone was shocked. War Angels were born for battles, and their combat strength was amazing. With the armor on their bodies, their combat strength had increased and their strength was even more terrifying. Once the three of them joined the battle, the situation would be reversed in an instant. Seeing reinforcements coming, Adam immediately laughed wildly and said, "Hahaha, a group of running dogs of Yang Xiao will make you die without a burial place today!"

That would be a nightmare. We leave the dungeon few minutes later. Aiden and Asher, who came here few days ago after spending time in Blaine's pack, take charge of the Deads, while Angel and I manage our warriors. “Deads – human forms, pack – wolves, since you’re more accustomed to it. You’ll take care of the shifted Undeads, or humans.” My Angel orders as she fastens her harness. She has a lot on her, knives, katanas, a bow, arrows and her favorite dagger that she straps to her thigh. Had it not been for the situation we’re in, I would’ve laughed at her look. Wet hair roughly pulled in a ponytail, my shirt, wrapped in a harness, my boxers and bare legs, with a dagger strapped to her thigh.

2020 Date completed // 07.04.2020 ~ A/N: Hello! I just wanted to say that 'Xanthe's Angel Wolf' is extremely light. Showcasing only the fluff of the love story of the main characters. So, if you're looking for some dark and action werewolf stuff, this is not it. Thank you for giving my story a chance, I appreciate the support. Happy reading!

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”