Ángel Mga Nobela at Kwento

The other angel said. “Uzmael?” I was surprised when I heard the name Uzmael and remembered what Michael told me. “Uzma, thinks he is higher than God” But Lily is Uzmael. Well, I am sure that she didn’t know it, like me. I didn’t know that I was an angel before. If Lily is Uzmael, well who is the owner of the white smoke? Michael will better know this but I haven’t seen her since I pushed her away.

Mikhail nudges her shoulder and says, “This is my mate, Nevaeh. Her father is Mathias, the head of the Council.” I take the female’s hand and squeeze it gently. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, luv. It’s rare to see female angels in our world. Angel’s have difficulty bearing children. Even half-blood ones. ” Nevaeh smiles. “Yeah, Mathias told me that too. He said that I was his miracle.” Michael stops beside me, diverting my thoughts back to the matter at hand, “Frère, I believe the Siren a un point,” has a point. “What if it is as simple as Lana passing?”

His short tousle brown hair, Greyish blue eyes, sexy lips that begs to be kissed, and he don’t seem much shorter than the other guy. “Hey Angel, you’re finally back.” “Yeah, sorry about that but I was stopped a couple of times.” “Hi Angel, my name is Legion and the guy other there is Leviathan, but I know he’ll let you call him Levi. Alright Angel, while Tequila will be keeping me some company, and so that’ll mean you get Levi all to yourself.”

My baby whimpered, and Dante shook his head at her “I am not here to hurt you, Aurora, if anything, I came here to help you out with a cause that we are all sharing” Alessandro walked inside the room, followed by Angelina, Elena, and Maria. Elena smiled at me, and ran to my side, sitting on the edge of the bed and despite how nervous I was, I smiled at her, nodding as she ran her finger over his hand, before I glared back at the woman “Eva D’Angelo is Nicolas’s mate, and the keeper of the Guardian’s Eye, in other words, the Compass of Secret’s best friend”

the sun is burning the side of his cheek, oh no, I cover the ray of the sun with my wings, for a moment I forget the infant is a vampire, he wound heal. "Today must be my lucky day," someone says behind me, immediately I spread my wings ready to fly, the baby starts crying again, I land back on the ground and cover the infant with my wings I can't fly now the baby will turn to ashes and I can't be invisible carrying the baby, I look at the... I will say old human but she has a strange aura around her, I am a young angel I don't know much about humans and the creature of the earth except what I read in the great book, I look at her again, with the mix of black, white and red around her, yes.

I hold on firmly to the cabinet so that I wouldn't lose my balance. "Ego Bastiana consecro et benedico istum circulum per nomine Dei Altissimi, in hec scripta, ut sit mihi et omnibus scutum et protectio Dei Fortissimi, Elohim Invictus, protestatis gerum contra hexes spiritus. In nomine Dei Patres, Dei Felii, et Dei Spiritus Sancti, Amen!"

His piercing blue eyes bore into mine, his face calm but shadowed with something I can’t place. “Elijah?” My voice comes out in a whisper, raw and fragile. I stare at him, his features so still, so breathtakingly perfect. My lips tremble as I speak again, tears stinging the back of my eyes. “Am I dead? Is this…heaven? Is that why I get to see you like this? Asleep... beautiful as an angel?”

Ava stopped and looked down on her phone. “S-sir?” she asked confused. “Go into the closet, I left something behind the door for you,” Zane told her. Ava squirmed on the bed. She had been so close, and she thought she could make herself tumble over the edge if she just accidentally rubbed her clit. “Angel.” he demanded.

Angela is standing in a tomb. He keeps a bouquet of flowers on top of the grave. "Hello, maam!" Angela exclaimed, staring at the tombstone with her mother's name on it. Angela shed tears. I don't know how long he will be like this. "Mother always taught me to be strong and tough. My mother always told me that angels are not crybabies and are always strong. The angel never held grudges or hurt others. But Mom, I'm not an angel. My name is Angel, but I don't have the qualities that angels have. Mother, I never hurt others, but why do they always hurt me, Mom? I don't want to be a crybaby, but this wound hurts so much that I feel like crying and screaming." Angela lowered her head with tears st

“What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **