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"What do you want Angelo Angels" asked the other male in a monotonous tone, his cheeks was grim, the angelic sexy male was surprised before he smiled "I guess you really remembered everything and even everything that your ancestors knew about the household, yes our real surname is not Alessandro but Angels, Alessandro was my ancestor and the first ruler to come out from his throne and started this plan of ours, he is the first and seeing that it's a better name to take to hide more from... some prying eyes we took it so basically it's also our name" he smiled as he explained.

"The display of chaos was caused by dark Angels, who manipulate and corrupt pure animals to their will. They want to hurt your wife, they want to bring down the heirs of the future before they are born." Did he just say 'heirs of the future'? He is talking about my children, I know he is. But the huge importance of those names makes me shiver. Caleb holds me and I let him. "You will need to explain more about what you just said, but not here. We are dealing with many threats and these lands have become unsafe." The Angel, who now we know his name is Raziel, simply nods and follows us. Demark and Smithson continue in their wolf form; perhaps they feel safer like this, and Pearl follows us clo

Anima yelled, turning around quickly. “What? I thought it was obvious because of our strangely colored eyes,” Angela said. “My apologies; we haven't introduced ourselves to you yet, have we? My name is Marie; I'm the Herald of Judgement,” Marie said, bowing slightly to Anima. “Im Valerie, I'm the Herald of Truth.” Valerie also inclined her torso slightly. “And I’m Angela, Herald of Fate,” Angela said, folding her arms against her chest. Anima just stared at them quietly with a shocked expression on her face.

Their eyes were fully dark blue, with no pupils, and their faces were extremely beautiful. - Wow, you have a talent for drawing. They look very realistic.- Esther said, looking at the man. - Thank you.- Laurens replied, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed.- But back to the case, after all it's been mentioned that you have little time, detective.- he continued, and his face had that bored expression again.- There were five of them, four men and one woman, but two of them appeared to be leaders. These are the two that I drew on the front, a male and a female angel.- he pointed at the drawing.- And you could see that this woman was probably the highest rank and this man is right behind her

Occisor smells intruders and is alarmed, Mary smells the air, recognizing the scent. "They are not enemies," she says, making Occisor look confused. "Who?" "You're finally here!" Angèle says, calling to herself the attention of the family of supernatural predators. "Who are you?" Occisor asks. "We have not been introduced before, my name is Angèle Benoit, heir to the kingdom of witches. These are my sisters, Lorraine and Catherine Benoit," she bows and is followed by her sisters." It's a pleasure to finally meet you." "Hm," is Occisor's only answer. He feels uncomfortable with the witches' presence.

he said half smiling. “Yes.” Carlos said shaking his head. “Sorry.” James said stepping back and letting Carlos and Misty work magic to get their friend out of the chain. “Oh look we have Angels here.” Three different demons appeared, Anabel didn’t know who they were. “Legion said we could find some Angels here. So here we are, and as for the key, good luck breaking that magic, it was one of Hecta most strongest of them all.” He growled.

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

I greeted him. “What´s up?” he said, and I chuckled. Matei D´Angelo is Angela´s older half-brother and the King of All. The Supreme King that rules over all the Supernaturals. He was the one who asked me to take the position of mediator between species. He believes that my human condition and my closeness with the supernatural, having a foster sister who is a half-angel, half-witch, who is mated to a Dragon King, makes me the perfect candidate to see a fair agreement within all the parties involved.

he said and chuckled. "Why do you call me princess?" I questioned once I was out of my daze. "Because I can't call you Angel as it's already your name" he explained as if it was obvious. "Would you prefer babe?" he asked, wearing his usual smirk. "Let's stick to princess" I said, horrified by the idea of being called babe. Only one person used to call me babe. That person was Ryan. "We're here" he said as we stood in front of a death machine.

I rolled my eyes, lowering my gaze to look back at my wrist as I reached to grab my now full mug, feeling also a little offended even though I still had no idea what was that stupid mark. “You don’t have to stare at it like that, though.” My eyes suddenly snapped up to his once I've felt him quickly grab my shoulders, turning me aside to face him. “Do you even understand the gravity of this situation?” He practically yelled in my face, sounding extremely alarmed, his tone dripping with seriousness. “Huh?” My eyebrows shot up, obviously taken aback by his sudden outburst. “Blake, Azrael is one of the Horsemen,” He kept ranting as I simply stared up at him, clueless.