Angel Redemption 소설 & 이야기

Questions and exclamations filled the air, and Angel struggled not to cringe under the scrutiny of the entire pack. Why couldn't I have just controlled myself? she asked herself. She was surprised when Layon ignored the pack and wandered over to nuzzle his snout into her cheek, offering her a lick before he turned and began to shift back into his human form. Fearful of their gazes, Angel remained in wolf form, pressing herself against Layon's bare leg even as he addressed the pack. "Angel Hale is the traitor's daughter no more! She is my mate, the mate of the next pack alpha!"

Doom showed me an opened black envelope. "This is it. I'm deranked." My shoulders fell to the ground. I couldn't believe that all my nine years as a Herald would end up for nothing. "And what is deranked? Forgive me, I am a re-classed angel, so I don't know that much." I shrugged. "Since I broke the first rule—which I sent the wrong one, then, 103rd rule—entering without permission, I'll be deranked, meaning I'll be executed, and who knows what that means?"

She didn't pull away; instead, she leaned into my touch, closing her eyes as a soft, ragged sob escaped her lips. I drew her closer, my other hand finding the nape of her neck, my thumb tracing slow, grounding circles against her skin. “I can take your anger,” I murmured against her hair, holding her as if she were the only anchor keeping me tethered to the earth. “I deserve every bit of it. But don’t ever think I doubt your strength, Angel. You are the only thing in this godforsaken life that has ever made me believe that a man like me is capable of redemption.”

I choked out, “I know you love me, but you’ve always loved status and power more. Maybe you regret it now, but a heart that strays can never rest easy. “Even if I forgave you and came back, it would not last. Soon enough, you would be tempted again, and I’d still end up as nothing more than a blemish, a stain you’d grow to despise. “I cannot live through that pain again. I will not. So, when you do wake up, do not come looking for me, all right? “I will be fine. And I hope you will be fine too.” After that, I called the doctors and walked out.

His knuckles turned a bloodless white as he gripped the edge of the terminal desk. "No." "Dante..." "I said f**king no, Bianca! I didn't pull you out of that sinking ship and fight through a thousand clones just to watch you turn yourself into a goddamn battery for a ghost-machine!" "It's not a battery! It's an Anchor! If I don't do it, the world ends! Look at the screens!" On the monitor, a city in the Midwest was burning. The wolves were dragging people from cars. It was chaos. It was the end of everything.

Eryndor whispered in horror, “A Primordial.” Panic quickly exploded through the entire valley. The god’s gaze wandered through the gathered wolves and then, it finally locked onto Dax Riven. “You impure creature. You carry the blood that defies the ancient order,” it roared with raw rage. “You must be erased.” Dax stepped forward fearlessly, shifting into his full Alpha form. “If you want me, then come get me.” Aria screamed, “Dax. No!” But it was too late.

“Because I wanted to be here for you—same way you were there for me. You were ready to go to war for me, Alpha. So I wanted to do something—anything for you too. And look… you regained yourself. We did it.” “No, we did not do anything. I must have regained myself because the full moon went down already. I’m beyond redemption, Mara.” He shook his head. “No one can save me. Not you. Not Evander. Not even the Goddess herself.” My eyes narrowed in confusion. Maybe I had lost track of time with everything that happened, but the full moon wouldn’t have gone so fast. And besides… I thought he came back to his senses when he smelled my blood. But then… I couldn’t really tell.

“And I watched him die for the same stupid choice you two just made again.” My heart thundered in my chest, racing fast. “Why show yourself now?” “Because what you’ve awakened will not stop growing. Logan is no longer just Alpha and you…” Her stare pierced me. “You carry fire meant for gods. You are both becoming something this world does not forgive.” Logan’s voice was quiet. “Can we undo it?” Elandra’s face darkened. “Undo it?” she echoed. “You think fate is thread? You’ve tied yourselves into prophecy. You either rise as legends or fall as warnings.”

He lunged toward the swinging iron weight. But Killian was already moving. With both arms now operational, the Alpha drove his palms into the floor, launching his massive, chain-wrapped body forward like a rising titan. His right hand locked around Vane's gray wool lapel, while his newly awakened left hand clamped around the counselor's wrist, twisting the silver key away from the pendulum’s path just as the black iron mass rushed down upon them.

On the battlefield below, the Shedim and Angels were panicking, understanding the threat that was now among them, realising, finally, the true power that Ethan possessed, understanding the power of the son of the First to Fall, understanding the true legacy of Helel, the Archangel. He was now completely engulfed in the Endorian fire now, a shimmering, blazing blue light that was growing stronger, the light intensifying at his core until I could barely even see the outline of his body. Brighter and brighter it became, spreading, swelling, dazzling until it became difficult to look upon without burning at my eyes.