Chapter One

My name is Angelica St. John and I am a half Angel and half Phantom; a Phangel. Another example of such a being is when an Angel and a Mortal have a child as their offspring is considered a Nephilim. Or when a Vampire and an Angel have offspring as they're referred to as Vangels. I have a sister who is much older, who is all Angel. Our mother is an Angel and our father is a Phantom. Lovely mix, I know.

Jay St. John is her name and I loved her to death. She has these beautiful white wings with streaks of gold interlaced within. Her wings could appear at will whereas I, on the other hand, possess no wings at all since I am not a full Angel. But I am happy with who I am. Anyhoo, I am the shortest in my family; a whopping five foot one. I'm short for my kind but good things come in small packages, right?

I have bright turquoise eyes and pale skin with long black hair that hung down to my waist in curls. I have our mother's eyes and the rest comes from our father. Jay looks like our mother entirely, except for her eyes. Her eyes were a pale blue, unlike Mom's deep blue eyes.

Jay is tall, a good five foot eight, with beautifully tanned skin and long pin straight coffee-colored hair that descended down her back. People can't believe that we are related by how different we look because she is tall and thin whereas I am short and full-figured. I am completely loving it, by the way.

Anyhoo, I am a successful Paranormal Romance writer and Jay is a successful Healer. Being an Angel, she can heal at will. I think I can heal others, but it takes a lot of concentration to do so. The last time I tried it, I fainted from the strain. So now I don't subject myself to such torture anymore.

Jay and my personalities are different as well. I love being weird, random, and stubborn but I am serious when the time calls for such. Jay is serious most of the time but when she isn't, she is humorous.

Anyhoo, she wants me to find a man, but I didn't want one now. Sure when I saw couples holding hands or kissing, I wanted what they had but I couldn't be with anyone right now. I'm not saying that I don't get my fair share of stares or asked on dates but I want wasn't ready.

I am over three hundred years old and Jay's been nagging me for two hundred years. My career is more important to me than something that may never last. I hadn't given in and I didn't plan on starting now.

"Jay, come on. Do we have to do this?" I complained as she pulled me through the Ashtown mall by my wrist.

"Yes we do. I am determined to find you-"

"Don't even say it." I said, pulling my arm from her grasp when we stopped before a store called Duchess Clothing.

"A man." She concluded with a smile as she looked at me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, knowing no good would come of this if I argued with her. She's older than I am, try seven hundred years, and wiser. She's known as Jay the Wise but in this case, she was just wasting her time.

We had entered the clothing store as she pulled me to a rack of gowns then let go of my wrist, flicking through the various articles of clothing. I stood idly by with my hands in the pockets of my jeans and looked around us at the small amount of people who were shopping in the same store. I was soon brought out of my reverie when my sister found a gown.

"Here, try this one on." She said, handing me the elegant gown.

I growled then grabbed the gown from her hand, storming into a nearby dressing room. I slammed the door, causing those around us to look at the closed door then to Jay. She just waved happily at them whereas I threw the gown down upon the bench before me and scoffed, folding my arms against my chest.

"I hate it when she does this…" I grumbled to myself.

"Angel, try it on, please. I know you will like it." She said through the door.

Jay was the only person who could get away with calling me Angel. I didn't mind her calling me that because she'd been doing so since I was a baby as well as because she was my sister.

I sighed once again and slowly began to disrobe. Just in my bra and panties, I looked at myself in the mirror before me. I was a full-figured woman, so I wasn't thin nor heavy either. Thing is, I felt self-conscious about my body when I didn't need to be.

"So? How does it look?" Jay asked.

I turned and grasped the gown from the bench and slid it on. Once I smoothed it down my body, I zipped it up on the side beneath my right arm then looked back in the mirror. The gown was a blackish turquoise that matched my eyes and hair perfectly, making me smile.

The gown possessed a V neck that showed enough cleavage that had me wondering about wearing it in public. I turned sideways and spotted a long slit going up my left leg and I lifted my eyebrows. Maybe this blackish turquoise gown would work for me. I thought with a smile as I turned around fully, my eyes looking at my reflection in the mirror.

"It's perfect." I said then turned to the door, opening it.

Jay turned and looked at me with a smile on her face as I came out of the dressing room. She hugged me as I hugged her back.

"I'm sorry, Jay-Jay. Forgive me?"

"Of course I do but do not call me Jay-Jay. Go change." She said then released me.

"Okay, Jay-Jay." I said and laughed as she scowled at me…

Jay and I were cordially invited to a formal ball of King Glenn, the king of the Werewolves. His nickname was Kane as I had no clue why. Maybe it was a middle name? Anyway, he was wealthy of course, and his palace showed it from its extravagant windows that spanned from the floor to the ceiling and the huge elegant ballroom where everything gleaned; from the marble flooring to the cream-colored ceiling.

I was still amazed by all of this and I always would be. I wasn't used to all of this wealth and I doubted I'd ever be.

I sighed and glanced at Jay. She was beside Glenn as those two were inseparable. Jay fell in love with that huge make the first time she laid her eyes on him as he was the same way. I only wished I could find a love so strong.

Anyway, people smiled at me as I looked away from the adoring couple and made my way to he courtyard. Countless creatures were accounted for here. Angels, Arch Angels, Harpies, Nymphs, Phantoms, Shapeshifters, Sorcerers, Vampires, Werewolves, and Witches.

The wolf king sure knows a lot of people. I thought as I observed some of the various beings. The Vampires are the natural enemy of the wolves as I could see from the death glares both factions were giving one another. Glenn must have told them all that no fighting was permitted tonight. That was a good thing, at least.

Melancholic, I found a stone bench in the chill of the evening and sat down, pulling the shall tighter around my shoulders. Could my life get any worse?...

Mark stood on the far-left side of the ballroom, his big arms crossed against his large chest as his green eyes were observant. He leaned back against the wall behind him, placing his booted foot upon it. He wondered why he let the wolf king talk him into coming here tonight.

Glenn wanted him to meet the females here and maybe even find his mate but that looked nil. He growled lowly at how he was coerced here, allowing his wolf friend and ally to flaunt him before all of the horny women here. He was almost mauled by a group of Nymphs!

Heavens, he wasn't going to touch a female until he found his mate. Mark then looked to Glenn and sighed. The Angel beside him was his destined female, no doubt with how they acted together.

They possessed that unconditional loving look on their faces and in their eyes whenever they looked at one another. Glenn was six hundred years old and he finally found his mate. Mark was happy for his friend but was a little envious as well. Mark was eight hundred years old and was still alone. How much longer was he to endure this torturous solitude?

He sighed once again then glanced out into the courtyard. It looked like a beautiful evening as stars twinkled in the sky. He watched as some couples walked about out there, hand in hand. He frowned slightly, yearning for such a feeling with his destined female as he continued to watch them.

Would he ever feel love? Or was his never-ending life full of torment and pain? It seemed as if he was waiting forever and it was true. Eight hundred years was forever to wait for his better half.

He then spotted a lone female standing by a large tree and curiosity took the best of him. He unfolded his arms and pushed off the wall then walked toward the window facing the courtyard when the female glanced his way, and he immediately knew.

She was his destined female…