Novel & Cerita Angel Gabriel Legion

His short tousle brown hair, Greyish blue eyes, sexy lips that begs to be kissed, and he don’t seem much shorter than the other guy. “Hey Angel, you’re finally back.” “Yeah, sorry about that but I was stopped a couple of times.” “Hi Angel, my name is Legion and the guy other there is Leviathan, but I know he’ll let you call him Levi. Alright Angel, while Tequila will be keeping me some company, and so that’ll mean you get Levi all to yourself.”

He had his pride, especially when he was up against a legend like Jeremiah. Gabriel did not care for planting an ambush. “Gabriel is as conceited as ever.” Cronus let out a wry smile before turning to Angel. “You’re on it, Angel.” “Sure, my king.” Angel got the message. Cronus wanted shooters lying in wait nearby, and Angel was to make it happen. Gabriel was Cronus’ best fighter, so Cronus would not allow anything to happen to him. … It was a dark and stormy night.

Lucas asked Lilibeth. “It wouldn’t be a good idea if the antichrist takes control of the first. We would definitely have bigger problems later.” “How about the legion of angels?”Sarah turned to Urie for answers. The legion of angels was known to descend from heaven before the end times. Along with the archangels to lead the fight against Lucifer and the antichrist. “I don’t have a direct link to Muriel like before. It’s more likely that we follow Axel’s plan of finding their hide-out. And stopping the anti-christ from taking humans as a hostage.”

Their voices echo from nowhere, as if carried through space itself. They think themselves gods. But they’re only angels. Gabriel presides. At his side, the others: Uriel, Raphael, Michael… Angels — the damned landlords of the universe. Humans have it wrong. These bastards never show mercy. They’re nothing but celestial bureaucrats. — Caelith’s vicarius was attacked in his own territory — Azrion starts. — Sentinels. I want authorization to strike back at that church. The six murmur among themselves, their words sealed from my ears.

As he took slow steps closer to Cordelia with a frown on his face, a young, handsome-looking man came out of nowhere and pulled Cordelia by the arm. “Hi, baby. I’m sorry I took time in the restroom.” The stranger uttered with a grin. Cordelia looked so confused, but as the smart girl she was, she figured out that he was trying to save her. So she didn’t push him away. This stranger was Jared Lambert, a twenty-five year old guy, the son of Sir Luther Lambert, leader of the East America drug cartel, and nephew to El Azul Lambert, the leader of the Colima drug cartel in Europe. El Azul had connections all over Europe and was given almost the same respect as the President.

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

Camila asked as she was still not following the conversation "Make this your bible and read it," Mrs Garcia toss a pocket-size book to her. Camila looked at the book which was a small notebook. She opened the first page and saw a table of words and their meaning. She looked at her mother "Yes, you will need that for public gathering," Mrs Garcia said and she looked into the book and saw the word 'my heart' and scuffed "She was talking about her husband. Okay what does the word 'surgeries' mean?" she thought as she went through the list of words

"Myself and some of the other guys started training with him after that. We were a small force, but an effective one. Over the course of the next five years we were able to reclaim all of the territory that had once belonged to us. Gabe had met with the Alphas of each of the other packs and made it clear that we would not be bullied any longer. Some of those meetings resulted in fights. Gabe earned a nickname after he thoroughly beat the most formidable of the Alphas from the Ash Forest pack, in one on one battle. They called him the Avenging Angel." "Because of the angel Gabriel?" I asked. "Exactly," he said. "The other packs are wary of us. I've never been able to figure out why. They have

- You deserve it – I answered and turned my back to leave – by the way, I came to tell you that Angel is coming back home. - Who? - my son asked me, showing on his face that he didn't know who I was talking about. There are days when I feel surrounded by idiots. - Angel. Your childhood friend. Brady's son. – I told him without the slightest patience, while I watched the girl run past me, thank God, dressed, and make a small bow saying “Luna”. My son sits up, scratching his head. - That Angel. I thought he was going to stay in England. Is he not a member of the River Ash Pack?

If he was admitting to me that he found some letters, then maybe he didn’t want to keep the letters a secret from me. “What letters?” I asked, even though I had a bad feeling about it. It felt as if something was lodged in my throat and I had no strength to swallow it. “My father exchanged letters with the former Alpha King and Luna Queen,” he announced, causing my eyebrows to shoot up. The werewolves were all guided and led by two of the most superior people over us after the moon goddess, the alpha king and the luna queen. I heard there was a huge war that caused the deaths of the last ones, and nobody wanted to elect a new alpha king and luna queen after that.