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I breathes lowly. "From what I've heard, you're a murderer?" He's so close now, I can practically feel his breath against his face. Every fine detail of his face is now visible for me to see, but I can't spot many flaws. His brow creases. "And who told you that?" "Noble's." "Angel bloods. No surprise, is it?" I draw in a breath. No, I suppose not. Angel-bloods have fought against Demon's for centuries. They tried to eradicate them, and when they failed, they have chased down every living Demon to finish the job.

I said making the boy gulp. "The angels focus on the light, and healing if anything they're seen as the opposite of a demon because they are seen to have a darker origin" I said and the class around me got quiet. "A demon is meant to take a life for their own gain, as a way to have more power that's why a demon can't be with another section because one kiss would kill them, the only ones that can withstand it are those of the same kind" I said. "Angels have dark sides as well, but demons are more dangerous because an angels darkness are the few things they have in common with a demon but mostly they use it for good but that's because they're not strong enough to use it anyway else" I finishe

Angle clutches her heart. “Oh, this is going to be so much fun.” Melchor says, laughing manically as growls grow from the forest. Out from the trees walks four hellhounds, but not just that, they are accompanied with two Vragrins; my fathers personal overgrown pet demonbirds. They are not supposed to be able to leave Amar, but he must have found a way, clearly. “Oh for fuck sake.” Angel says, looking at the company the men have gotten, as the new men who came with the animals. “You two are going to be a lot of trouble, aren’t you?”

Frustration boiled over, and I kicked the door repeatedly, but it didn’t budge. “Fuck this,” I growled under my breath and aimed my gun at the lock. One shot. Nothing. Two shots. Still nothing. “Come on!” I shouted and fired once more. The lock shattered, and I kicked the door. It splintered, flying open with a loud crack. Demon rushed in, his barks echoing off the walls. I followed, my eyes taking in the scene. Lorenzo and my mother lay unconscious, their bodies limp against the wall. But where was my angel?

This close, I can see every detail of his face: the mole under his left eye, his delicate cheekbones, and rippling muscles down his thick neck. But Adam interrupts our romantic moment by smirking at me. Anger sizzles through me once more, and I growl since focusing on my anger is better than passing out from my fear of heights. "I'm afraid of heights!" I tell him angrily. "I hate this!" Adam smiles despite the situation. The bastard. "You rather get eaten then?" "Didn't you just tell me these creatures only attack angels?" "Yeah," Adam hums with faint mischief in his voice. "But demons aren't that bright, and you kinda smell like an angel after having been with me,"

They didn't have much of a height difference, but at the moment, Asa looked so small in the demon's arms with a red tint splayed beautifully across his face. Kyle rubbed a thumb over the older's cheek, causing him to lean into his touch. Asa slowly opened his eyes, pupils dilated to the point where the blue could barely be seen. Kyle smiled as he pulled the boy into a hug. The older chuckled lightly, nuzzling his face in his neck. The demon wasn't being cynical, but he feared losing the older. They knew that they are breaking the rules, and that scared the Angel. The more they tried to push back the feelings, the stronger they gripped over each other. But what can I say? Love is fighting for

Lara could not admit to herself that Mara looks and acts far more dangerous than the last time she saw the young lady. SCREAMS AND the sounds of the clashing weapons are all you can hear in the southern part of the Mystic Ring. "We want you out of this island!" An angel yelled in a commanding manner while holding his chin high as he talks to the demons who are tied and on their knees. "We are not leaving this place. This is made for equality. This place is made for something we have been yearninh for," An elder demon said. "We are equal. You have your own domain and we have ours," The angel insisted.

She was lounging on the cottage's one and only sofa, studying her nails with a bored expression. Alice turned to the Mirror in exasperation, "And you...how could you let them do this?" "I'm a demon, Aera. I don't think you can count on me to be the voice of reason." Veronica supplied, "Besides, what exactly is it you're mad about? At least this time, they won't have to sneak around while trying to help Christina." "I have a bad feeling about this." Alice replied, "The angels are getting antsy these days. I'm sure they're considering threats in every direction. If they find out about what you're doing. You're going to Fall, LJ. Do you realize that?"

The others may not arrive here in time. ‘Calm down. The first rule of fighting – don’t panic, no matter who’s your opponent. We’ll be fine. Your warriors are strong and they know what to do.’ Angel’s calm voice resounds in my head, silencing Demon and causing a peaceful feeling surge through my body. I have no idea how she does it, but with just one word Demon becomes a putty in her hand. Also, since she’s Luna, her emotions affect the pack a lot. We all feel when she’s on edge, angry or upset. Thankfully she knows how to block her mind from the pack. I don’t even want to think about them feeling my mate’s emotions while we’re in the bedroom. That would be a nightmare.

She said sweetly, leaning into him. "It's alright baby..." He turned to face Samantha and the look on her face amused him greatly. "Let me go get you ladies some drinks while you get to know each other. I'll be right back." He said, registering the look of horror on both their faces and left anyways, not giving them a chance to reply. He had only one intention in mind and that was getting his angel away from that demon that called himself Ronald.