Angel De La Luz Romane & Geschichten

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

I rambled on. “You have the same auras but yours is brighter. Every ruler of the Underworld has to be an heir of the Light.” I understood nothing from what Mismaia told me. I know it’s probably a serious matter but I just can’t wrap my head around it. I was just cooking mini donuts and waffles like a second ago. I get minimum wage and she’s telling me I’m practically like royalty. “I wanna believe you. This is just not normal for me.” She held my hand. I swiped it away. “I’m sorry.”

It could have been a trick of the light or something. "Say something, Luna!" Little tears dropped from his eyes, his beautiful eyes but I couldn't see past the hate. Something was wrong but I was too drowsy to think clearly or offer my mate a reply. At last, I was pulled into darkness and the sounds around me slowly waned. The last thing I heard was Asher calling me the pet name he gave to me. Deliciae.

Noah asked. "Oh, right. They are just small insects,” said Azura. Lux, Azura, and Noah started to attack the hordes of their enemies. The enemies attacked them with firearms, while they only used their bare hands. Their agility makes the enemies unable to hit them. After that, Team Blue Starlight completed their task successfully and cleared all of their enemies. "What is this? Has their leader run away?” confused Azura. He felt odd about all of this. After that, Azura and Noah took the children one by one with them on the helicopter. Finally, left someone a little girl, she will be brought together with Lux. Azura and Noah were back in the helicopter. They told Lux ​​to go up immediately.

"There are no what-ifs. Just like the stars… Once they choose their path, their orbits are set. They'll never cross paths again." Lucas stared at me in stunned silence. Pain and regret welled in his eyes as a faint glint of tears formed in the corners. But in the end, he said nothing. I quietly closed the box. Then, I turned and walked away. … After returning to our home country, Lucas was convicted of intentional assault and sentenced. All the stars he had once named were revoked from official records, except one. It was the star he named "LAW" the year he proposed.

Pulling the book out of its place, I relaxed on my bed and opened to where I had stopped reading. 'The prophecy that was told by Hebron stated that an Angel of Light will fall in love with a Dark Angel. They would be the first angels to feel extreme emotions and they would be the first angels to act on it. Those two angels would give up everything they've ever known to be with one another. In time they would bear a child, a son, that unlike ordinary angels would be a vessel that could wield forces of light and dark thus making him the strongest being to exist in the three realms.

Spectators from every faction scrambled back, their hearts gripped by terror as Chase's Supreme presence spread like a tidal wave—vast, unstoppable, divine. But the Pope of Light only laughed. "Yes, Chase! That's what I wanted! Let's see the power that even the leader of the Zonia Sect himself fears!" The radiant form of the Radiant One behind him shattered and vanished. And in its place rose something even more blinding. A massive, mythic figure—an angelic phantom with 12 burning wings stretching across the sky, each one glowing with divine brilliance. It was a 12-Winged Seraph! "Chase!" Pope of Light roared.

With a dull boom, dazzling fireworks exploded across the night sky, shattering into millions of starlights before slowly falling away. The shifting light painted Victor’s profile in flickers of brightness and shadow, like something out of a dream. He wrapped his arms around me from behind, resting his chin on my shoulder as he murmured, “Do you like it? I prepared this just for you.” I stared at the brilliant yet fleeting display, and an uncontrollable sadness hit me. This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear.

“So since you said your father was the Don, not the present Don. So I assume there's a new Don. Who is it?” “Me,” I replied quietly. “Wow, you’re the Don. Everything makes sense now,” he said bitterly. “All the lies. All the holes. All the bullshit.” He stepped closer, so close I could smell the bitterness on his breath. “Who is Tomas to you?” he asked. “My right hand.” Angel nodded like he already knew. Then he let out a cruel, heartbroken smile. “I could kill you now,” he whispered. “And it would be mercy. But you don’t deserve mercy.”