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

Tears were streaming down Michael's face. This was the hardest thing he had to do; kill the man he held dear to his heart since he had been created.

Uriel turned his head towards Michael, blood was running down his lips. His eyes were wide with confusion and he parted his lips, no words came out.

Nakir stood there laughing at the sight before him. "So how does it feel to be betrayed by your comrade, little brother?"

Michael blinked away the tears and kept muttering 'Sorry, I am so sorry' in Uriel's ear. Uriel's wings sagged, he could not hold himself in the sky any longer and Michael placed his left arm under his armpit to hold him steady.

Why did he trust Thoth? Nothing was happening to Nakir and it felt as if he just killed Uriel for nothing. This made him angrier.

Nakir was still laughing that the realm of Hell was shaking. Suddenly he stopped and his hand went over his chest where his heart should have been.

Uriel's Death