Marli_Hanekom

Christine didn't know why her dreams were filled with angels.

Little did she know she was a reincarnation of the Angel of War.

Lucian who damned himself to follow his lover to earth was left broken to see her die over and over again.

Uriel who always hid his feelings in the shadows will not back down.

Who will win her love in the end?

This is a slow burn romance.

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Lucian took a step forward, Christine took a step back, her back hit the door. Lucian placed his hands on either side of her head pinning her in, his face came closer, she could feel his breath. "What does your gut tell you, Miss Parkins?"

Christine couldn't think, she was already undressing him. She averted her gaze, he removed this right hand, placing his fingers under her chin. He forced her face gently so that she was looking into his eyes.

"Do not look away from me, tell me what does your gut say?"

Christine gulped. "M... My gut says you are hiding behind a barrier, you are not dangerous to me."

Lucian smiled at her, he moved his face an inch closer, their noses almost touching. "I am a very dangerous man, Miss Parkins. Your gut is wrong."

Christine's head was spinning, then why did he ask me what my gut says if he will only brush it off? Before she could muster a retort her cooking alarm went off.

"That would be lunch."

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Warning: This story does contain smut, R-18. Please proceed with caution.

*Disclaimer: The cover does not belong to me and all credit goes to the artist.

Forsaken : The Angel wars

Nakir watched as the portal had opened and… He could not even count the souls that had stood before him. 'Adam has caused problems… yet again,' Nakir thought to himself angrily.

What was he supposed to do, Adam was his only link to Uriel and who would be able to consume his brother and live without a beating heart. Then he would give over to Adam, he had searched for her far too long.

"Welcome spirits. To your new home called Hell," Nakir said and spread his arms wide. "I am your knew king who would rule you down here."

"You have no right to ask me!" Nakir screamed at the group of spirits, "You will adhere to my rules as you all are in my realm."

The spirits went quiet, no one made a sound. Some of their eyes widened at his angry tone. Nakir let out a huff, "Good. I will sort you all and some of you might land in my prison depending on the severity of your crime."

Realm of Hell