Alpha Angel Novels & Stories

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

She replied Now it’s me looking confused and Angel elaborated, “because of the rumours and because of my lack of standing within the higher class we wasn’t sure if you would want me or if I would even want to be with you. As long as you have been truthful and you’re a good person like you seem then I definitely want you!” She smiles as she took my hand As we got up my guards stepped closer to us, I introduced her to them, “Don’t worry Angel these are with us, this is Blake who will most likely be my Beta and this is Andre who will probably be my Delta”

She runs into the room without waiting for me, but I need to ask something to the doctor. - Angel was with Dominic and is missing. I assume he was also injected. Considering that he had already been drugged with Wolfsbene a short time ago, do you think he has a chance of surviving? - I don't know what to tell you, Alpha. I can't guess what I'm not seeing. But Angel is a beta, and the organism is still weakened. If the injection is as strong as the one given to an alpha like Dominic, I'm afraid he won't be able to resist.

But I know an angel who is the complete opposite of that. Her name is Angel Salt. She's not popular in the way that everyone loves her. She's popular in the way that everyone knows her. Everyone knows to stay on her good side. Because hurting people is one of the things she loves to do most. And she does it with a smile on her face. Every single time. No one questions her. No one confronts her. No one even looks at her wrong. Because her mother is the Alpha witch. My dad's personal witch. The most powerful witch in our pack. Maybe in any pack.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

I can tell she is a witch with strong genes. "I am not Alpha; I belong to no pack. You can call me Angel of Death." She nods again, and they continue sparing. I correct a few more pairs before moving to my laptop to enter their stats. This set of recruits has a surprising amount of raw talent. Let's hope their minds are as strong as their bodies.

It was like I was trapped inside my own body, and no matter how much I tried to gasp for air, nothing seemed to fill my lungs. “Oh come on. She’s just being a drama quee-” “I wasn’t talking to you.” Angel cut her off. “I was talking to my friend.” Anita scoffed, looking from me to Angel and back. “Friend? You call this piece of trash a friend? She’s beneath you.” “No, she’s not!” Angel said, taking a step forward, crossing her arms over her chest. “And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t call her names.” “Why? Cause she’s your Alpha’s girl?”

I wondered how long that would last. “Will someone please explain why I’m here? I’ve done nothing wrong,” she stated, eyes scanning all of us. Angel volunteered to be our spokesperson with this bitch. She stared at Lucy until the bitch twitched. Even when Alpha blooded individuals were not throwing out their aura, their presence could still intimidate regular wolves when they wanted to. Angel was of Alpha blood but also a blessed wolf who was mated to us. Add all of those ingredients into a pot and stir them up. Then you got one badass woman who could intimidate damn near anyone. That was even true before we were mated to her.