Angelic Hunter 소설 & 이야기

I pushed fast forward until he started speaking again, unable to listen to him struggling to breath. ‘Since fate has decided that you don’t need me anymore…’ I opened my mouth to respond when he continued speaking, ‘No, darling, you don’t. Trust me, you’re ready. I want to tell you some things that you are going to need to know. First thing is first, though, angel, hunting. The bird calls we used to practice each have a different meaning.” A shrill, high energy whistle filled the room and Carson’s ears twitched. “This one calls to the bears. It means you need help.’

The hunting season has just began in the Black moon pack. All the alphas of the pack are giving out orders on how it will take place well except for that of the alpha of the white skinned lycan, the Black moon; Angel. Angel has just turned 17 this summer and she has been going through intense training. Her uncle Luciano, the beta (second in command) sees to it that that she gets the standard and best lessons that would help her become the strongest female alpha.

Zane shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos. Aria's five supernatural aspects were in full battle mode. Her witch magic sparked like lightning, the wolf growled with primal intensity, vampire energy swirled dark and dangerous, the demon aspect burned with calculated fury, and the angel's light created a protective shimmer around our most vulnerable pack members. Victor appeared beside us, his vampire energy ancient and deadly. “These are not ordinary hunters,” he warned. “These are Azrael's elite.” I didn't need him to tell me that. The energy surrounding these hunters was unlike anything I'd felt before. They moved with a precision that suggested years of training, each hunter connect

“Because your child will be tasked with their destruction.” “Wait, you know all of this. Then you know about me … and Angelica?” I watched as she nodded her head. “And if Angelica is a god, then—” She nodded her head, and I looked at Darren in shock. Angelica was my ancestor, a god. That was why I was chosen! I’m a mix between a god and hellhound. Shit. What the hell was all of this?! “So what took her?” “A creature tasked with collecting the nephalem when they have their awakening, and–”

Then I let out a shaky laugh of disbelief. "You're joking." He turns me slowly to face him. His eyes are glittering again, but this time it's not mania. It's pure, unapologetic obsession. "I never joke about protecting what's mine," he says softly. "Hunters are coming. The new order might want you. Haden wants you. I won't lose you to anyone, Angel. Not ever." His thumb brushes the flame pendant where it rests between my breasts. "So yes, there's a tracker. And no, I'm not sorry."

Soon, they would expel me from the territory. As I stood watching the twins sleep, the door suddenly creaked open. I turned quickly and my eyes widened slightly at the unfamiliar presence that entered. Beside him stood Alpha Zarkus, his face expressionless, his eyes fixed coldly on me. But my focus turned to the strange man at his side. He wore a long, black hooded cloak, and in his hand was a wooden staff topped with a round, black crystal. His presence exuded ominously. “Angelicca,” Alpha Zarkus spoke. “I know that even if I banish you, you’ll find a way to return... to take back my sons. So I’ve prepared this, to make sure that never happens. This is my final punishment for you.”

I’ve officially lost my mind. I was born and raised to be a Hunter, to kill the supernatural beings that endanger the lives of humans. I was trained to kill vampires, not fuck them. Yet here I am in an alley, literally balls deep in Daniela. I shouldn’t be doing this. I really shouldn’t be enjoying it this much either.

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

He poured himself a glass of whiskey and downed it in a go. "That bad?" She asked him, referring to his day. "I had to get information from a dude." He poured himself another glass and drank it. "Ooh! Have they caught Alberto?" She smiled at him and went to the kitchen. She knew how much he hated torturing people. Marcos was one of the few people she knew who had a conscience. He would act all tough, but she knew he preferred to just kill his targets quickly. "Not yet, the guy is sneaky."