Angel Y Demonio Libro Novels & Stories

the demon itself. “What the fuck do you want, Mr. Hunter?” I said, groaning in frustration. “You, my Angel '' he whispered softly. I gritted my teeth angrily, shoving him but failing miserably. He gave me a smirk glare, “Darling, would you go on a date with me?” he asked, throwing his charms at me. I was awed at his look, because any woman would fall on her knees for just his touch, his looks, but but, I am not any woman. I am Angel Rose, the lonely soul on this Earth who has no worries in the universe to take care of. I need only my checks, to pay my bills. I have no one to look after and no one to look after me. I am what I am. A free birdy. I am happy the way I am. I wasn’t afraid of any

“That’s my woman. You are nothing compared to her.” Vincenzo stared at me for a full thirty seconds. Then suddenly, he burst into laughter, bending forward as he laughed uncontrollably. “This is too good.” He wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. “But you’re wrong. She’s not your woman.” He took a pause before spelling it out, “She’s your enemy.” My breathing hitched. Pain shot through the severed fingers on my left hand, spreading through my entire body. My voice came out hoarse. “Enough. Tell me, how do I make Rachel come back to me?”

-------- Dreaming, I saw Diana again. I saw her angel-like face. So enchanting and captivating. Her beauty... Her smile... Her soft skin... Her enticing eyes... Her perfect body but wait she changed. She's not Diana anymore. She now has goat-like horns. Her eyes were glowing red without a pupil. And she got a tail, a long pointed tail. She's a demon. .......................... " Ahhhhhhhhh", I almost fall from my bed. I was catching my breath as I regained myself from that weird dreams of mine.

said Genevieve. "Look who is talking about the law who was in love with a demon" said Carlos while talking bite of Currors he bring with him. "If you were not my twin trust me I would have toast you" she said with an angry expression. "Pleasure sister" said Carlos. "Enough you both" said Catalina. "Where are the other books?" asked Catalina. "The second one is with angels, they bring it with themselves, in order to keep balance between them and demons" she said.

, I growled with a broom in my hand and they are fast enough to close and sat straight like a naughty kid after beating. Huffing I sat back and open the photos. We started reading few lines but everything go out of my mind. Max things are written in Latin which goes out of my mind and the English part is also out of my mind. Now I regret for not taking literature. We are flipping pages when my eyes catch a line.. "Stop" , I zoomed on the picture . At the end of the page there is a line in bold. "The day death seems less painful. Tears drip from the eyes of angel. Devil break in agony. The universe shaken off when he stole her soul and open that door. Eternity end from the hand of humanity. T

the sun is burning the side of his cheek, oh no, I cover the ray of the sun with my wings, for a moment I forget the infant is a vampire, he wound heal. "Today must be my lucky day," someone says behind me, immediately I spread my wings ready to fly, the baby starts crying again, I land back on the ground and cover the infant with my wings I can't fly now the baby will turn to ashes and I can't be invisible carrying the baby, I look at the... I will say old human but she has a strange aura around her, I am a young angel I don't know much about humans and the creature of the earth except what I read in the great book, I look at her again, with the mix of black, white and red around her, yes.

Flashback I saw monks. Monks in white robes in a library, reading aloud from a passage. " The demon mate fated for the Lunar Dynamis will come from the direct bloodline of The Demon Lord. He can be killed directly, by ingesting the blood of the Lunar Dynamis on the Blood Moon, when her blood has finished transitioning into what it is meant to be. Half Demon, Half Angel, yet the best of both, although it is known that angel blood and demon do not mix. To her demon mate, her specific angel blood will be a poison, and will for sure result in death for the demon.".

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.

Amaya flipped open the book, pensively opening it to a page where there was a crude image of the same demon I’d seen carved into the cave in Texas. “I think this prophecy might give us a clue,” Amaya whispered, pointing to the page with the demon depicted on it. "It talks about the dark witch." “This entire book is full of prophecies,” I countered. “It is…but these two seem to be related,” Amaya mused, suddenly flipping the page to another prophecy that depicted an angel holding a burning torch. I leaned over, reading the page about the dark witch. The August witch with heart of darkest night, Who rises under blood moon’s light,

The only positive is that their hunger does not need to be daily, unlike some others. I think back my mind goes back to the moment when Elio discovered me on the street during our luna ceremony. The anger in his eyes was palpable as he transformed into his demon form. I glance back at the book, hoping to find any clues on how to differentiate the seven different demons. Unfortunately, they all seem to be described in the same way. I bite my lip, leaning back in the chair, deep in thought. If Elio is indeed a demon, then it’s highly likely that Cahya is one as well seeing as they are brothers. The weight of uncertainty bears down on me, tugging at the edges of my consciousness.