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

"What is that?" Michael asked as the house started trembling.

"That is some powerful shit," Gabriel replied and tried to get up but the ground was shaking too much.

"Whatever that is…" Lillith said in a whisper, "I do not want to be the one in the receiver's end."

Uriel's heart raced, if this was Nakir's power they were hardly strong enough to face him. So how would they beat him and he was the one who wanted to fight him to show him that he had changed past the point of no return.

"Thoth do you know who that power belongs to?" Uriel asked and stood up from the chair, he feared for Gadrial and his mind, body and spirit urged him to go and have a look.

Thoth shook his head and turned towards the window. "I do not know who this power belongs to; it is definitely not Nakir's."

Realm of Hell: The house in the middle of nowhere