Novel & Cerita Angel Slayer

As the Godslayer Formation reached its peak, she raised a hand and compressed the power into a blazing beam. The surrounding air was violently distorted by the scorching heat as the attack tore through space and descended on Ashton like divine judgment, intent on reducing him to ashes. At the same time, the surrounding experts snarled and channeled their spiritual energy into the Godslayer Formation, causing the formation's aura to surge even further. A violent shockwave erupted as the beam ripped through the air and shot straight toward Ashton's heart. Just as everyone expected Ashton's chest to be pierced through, black flames suddenly erupted from within him. The flames coiled around his

“The Black Spring I am not the holder of it anymore.” Slayer, “Huh? Liar, you just hide it somewhere. Retrieving that weapon and your head, we might ascend our rank, and be a high ranker and have our own official name too.” Slicer, “I want to fight her, head to head. But too bad, to her current state your underlings is enough to finish her.” Gunslinger, “.........” Slayer, “You heard him. Finish her off!”

A fallen angel. One about to kill. Again.

Carlton reached above the bar in some cabinets to grab 8 glasses. “Why do you think I won’t like it?” The curiosity in Nick’s voice was easily heard. Ansel smiled at him. “Because of what the Silverclaw bond does to its recipient.” Nick’s brows furrowed in confusion. “Angel was the first one to experience it, her and Samantha both were…surprised about what happened, to say the least.” Vienna added. “But that aspect fades after the first week.” “What fades?” “The desire to be with your maker, and her desire for you.” Carlton answered seriously.

Angel just smiles at him and they walk back to the cabin in silence. Once they clear the forest again, they see Alexis and Akilina standing in front of the cabin waving. As they got closer Alexis told Akilina to go inside. She raises her rifle a little, “What are you all? Monsters yourselves?” Angel smiles, “Sort of, we are very powerful monsters. I’m a genetically altered human with the blood of more monsters than I can count running through my veins. Not to mention the thousands of spells that have been cast on me. This guy behind me was just a normal wolf until I found him.” Drake nodes at Angel, “When he found me, I was on the verge of death, and he saved me. So, I have decided to s

A dark cloud over ten meters wide appeared over Angie's head at once, raining down countless lightning bolts that lit up the night. However, Angie waved her scepter and muttered, "Asylum of Darkness." A black whirlpool appeared above Angie's head, turning slowly. All the lightning bolts from the cloud vanished as soon as they hit the whirlpool. "Tertiary Form: Lost Slayer." Wilbur cried out once more, launching another attack with his sword once more.

He looked her straight in the eyes and said, "You are a psychopath." "You say it like it is an insult." "And what else would it be?" "A compliment, maybe." She removed her boots and pulled unstrapped the knife holster on her right ankle. She removed the sheathed knives and put them in a drawer by her bedside and locked it. "It is just a matter of perspective. Nowadays, everyone sees the world in different ways. Some are binary, like you are." She looked at him with a smirk on her face. "While some are open, they see the world beyond the colors of white and black. They take notice of the gray in between, even the bright colors that many close their eyes to, they see it."

“What could be worse than selling her into a trafficking ring? Those men would ravage her whole.” But he only looked at me. He leaned in close, and I felt his minty breath on my face as he whispered, “Nothing those men would do to you could compare to what I will do to you.” And then he stood. “My name is Angelo Armani,” he said. His voice was a deep baritone. “I’m the angel of death.” He looked at me like I was already buried. “And you will be my slave.”

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.