Angels of Fires

Angels of Fires

Reads 19
Votes 4
Parts 3

Ongoing<5 mins

Last published Wed, Dec 24, 2014

Fiction

Fantasy

I was hoping to get one normal day of my life.That never happens though and most of it’s because of I am a angel.My names Mia I am 16 years old. You would think that's awesome and all to be a angel but, it not. Listen here if you think your angel burn the book and never think of it again. You don’t want to be one. I also have this problem. Blah Blah evil queen Blah made books come alive blah blah to make everything better I have to save them all in there books.A helpful thing is how I’m able to teleport to different times and places in the books.Downfall? YES! I have monsters at me left and right. I’m hoping you aren’t going to read my whole book. I know I have a strange life ,but how cool is my life. defeating a giant goblin by shoot fire out of my hands. Or Flying into a floating castle that you call home. All of it It can’t be that strange let alone interesting.

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