Warrior Angel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hunter said coldly “Jared, you better hope you had your daddy’s approval for your little stunt earlier, because now you’ve confronted her in front of witnesses, that makes you responsible. Give your dad a message from me, he’s being dethroned.” She saw it before anyone else did, and automatically put herself between her father and Jared who had swung at him. She caught his fist in her hand and squeezed tightly. She said coldly “Say what you want about me, play your childish little boy games, but touch my father and I’ll make you disappear.” Devon by this time had himself between Angel and Jared, Jared was staring at her in shock, then said snidely “What kind of woman can do shit like that, y

He’s a wolf rogue too and the man who aided Angel around the human population alongside his small family. Angel Reeves was the young wolf shifter who leave his old life and choose to be a rogue in the human dwellings. He was once thin but being hardworking his muscles grew fairly and making his build to be well-fit. But it cannot be seen easily once he started wearing decent clothing. He was not bad looking with raven messy hair and a slight beard since it was already five years ever since he left his old life, his old pack.

I burst through the front door and started clearing the house. A fully shifted angel came out of nowhere and punched me in the face. He was magnificent with his white wings glowing gold which meant he was a warrior angel and I was in some trouble. We scuffled in the kitchen, and I grabbed a knife from the block. For the first time I was worried, angels were one species that could kill demons the easiest and here I was facing an unknown ranked warrior. I could see in his eyes the determination to kill me. There was something else going on here, but I couldn’t bring myself to think about it. It was him or me. I dodged a punch and found an opening. I plunged tha

Without a second thought to Sam, he pushed the angel away with a shove and snatched his hand out of the other's grasp. The other angel turned at the sound of Win gasp but he discarded of them with a mere flick of his wrist. No time to play with the Angels' children when he had lucifer tainted-best warrior coming for him and wishing to take his crown as the strongest in the angel World. He couldn't bother to give a damn about the petty pride war angels and God had with each other but the insolent brat could not be left believing Adom words to be true. A tainted-angel that's stronger than him? What a laugh.

he says to Angel. “I’m Guardian Angel and she's not coming with you,” Angel says, the sweetness in her voice gone. Instead, there’s a hard, threatening tone. “You’re outnumbered Guardian. Give us the girl and there won’t be any problems.” Angel laughs. As angry as she, her laughter still has a sweet tone to it. “You know nothing about the Guardians, do you?” she asks. I see several other werewolves that I recognize from the pack coming up behind us. It’s her against eight wolves. I know they’ve told me that the Guardians are strong, but these are Alpha Alaric’s top warriors. I know that they will kill her to get to me and then they will kill me.

Blake said, wanting to know all that there is to this Angel. “His name is Aazrael, and he’s known as an Archangel. They receive this honor when cultivating more than two wings, and their power doubles for each set of wings they acquire. They cultivate the Power of Faith. The more worshipers they have, the more power they receive, but the power of faith is not infinite; hence, the God wars happened about three hundred years ago. I was killed by my lover Azrael during this time. He never loved me and used my connections to do away with the remaining gods who didn’t cultivate the Power of Faith, like me, who collected the Qi of the Stars.” Maia paused here as she tried to collect herself.

Asher shook his head and pointed at the bodies of the warriors, “I need to know anything and everything I have to about them because those people, they are not to be messed with and I have people to protect here, in case you haven’t figured that out yet.” Alaric looked him deep in the eyes, “those people you wish to protect, should they ever encounter Angelic warriors, tell them to run because you were only able to defeat one because of Aspa’s power in you. Apart from you and your father, no one else in this land can kill an Angelic warrior, they are not called angelic for nothing. These beings you see, they have been around for thousands of years. That one that talked to me has been around

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

His eyes flashed like lightening as he rose to strangle the poor, old, small and tiny Bishop. "You said it yourself, Calhoun. She's not your daughter. She's an abomination. She's a product of the atrocities committed by the Luna and your brother. She must be ensponged! Her kind should not see another day!" He shouted. He was obviously more scared of what the prophecied wolf witch would do more than what Alpha Calhoun would do to him. Obviously, these were the last words of Bishop. Anger had overwhelmed Calhoun as he had a tight grip of Bishop's neck. The old eunuch struggle to breathe as he kept slapping the Alpha's hand away from his throat.

Rhychard fought the urge to draw his sword, thinking it a bad idea with a dead man behind him and cops on the way. "Who are you, and where is my brother?" Rhychard clenched and unclenched his fists. "And how the hell do you know who I am?" The elf cocked an eyebrow as he clasped his hands behind his back. "Warrior, everyone—Seelie and Unseelie alike—knows who you are. You are a Warrior of the Way, the first human Warrior to ever breathe." Rhychard took a deep breath. This popularity thing would be the death of him. "Where's my brother?"