Angron The Red Angel Novels & Stories

Once everything was secured, he flew and landed a few paces in front of a surprised King Creek and others. "Now let me see how you and your demon angels are going to attack here like you've claimed." "We shall see about that Angdra, you are just one against my armies." "Who told you I am alone?" Angdra asked and raised his right index finger, with it came out lightning which went straight into the dark sky and cloud. "You're a winged man?" King Creek's voice was heard behind him. "Not a winged man my King, I think he is one of the Angels." Oracle told Creek.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

Then, Angus released his internal energy and rushed forward like a tiger, smacking Andres with his palm. Angus was also an arrogant man. At that time, so many disciples were around him, but Andres looked down on them. They were all burning with anger. Angus almost used all his strength in this palm attack, and the air around him twisted. Feeling the power of this palm, Andres smiled. Standing there, he did not avoid it at all. Instead, he raised his hand and attempted to block it. Andres's palm was shining with a red light. What? Seeing the red light, Angus was shocked. Was that the unique skill of the Belladonna Palace, the Blood Shadow Palm?

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

Eyes wide, I gulp loudly as torrents of desire suddenly wash over me. Angelo doesn’t look at my shocked reaction as he strides closer and sheds his human disguise. His red sweater and slacks begin to shift and change until he is covered in fiery red scales. Large gold wings sprout from his back, and his head is covered in some kind of medieval helmet, like the ones in the movie with the Trojan warriors. He’s magnificent but also scary. My body thrums with desire as he comes closer. I want him to come to me, but something tells me that this is not right. My reaction feels good but also wrong.

Her face, though blooded, had shown no signs of fear and anxiety—this reaction caused a frown from Angelo. Angelo spread his wings again. As the feathers fell down, the flock of feathers stopped from falling when it was about to touch the murky swamp waters—approximately one foot from the ground. The holy fire wrapped the feathers, making it unable to stop them with sheer infernal flame. The tips of the feathers glinted against the sunlight as it pointed towards the pinned body of Maleficent. It was Angelo’s turn to smile with his eyes closed, showing his dimples to Maleficent. “Have I not caught you yet, daughter of Beelzebub?”

Angel explained as she joined us. Klaryn was the leader of the Nabello demons that had been brought into the Shadow Falls pack lands, but they had their own pack within it. He was also the primary handler for the Hellhounds. “Good to know. Thank you, Remo,” I told him, running my hands through his fur. “Yes, thank you,” my brother agreed. Angel had a roller suitcase and a small duffle, which we took from her. “Do you have everything for now?” I asked her.

"Please, Goddess, I beg you. Spare her and take me." I felt the weight of her hand on my head. "I am Angelos, daughter of Hera. You sacrificed much, dragon. You stayed with your bride when I thought you would chase your friend and kill him. Your greatest treasure has long been your pride, but you gave it up for her." I looked up, tears clouding my eyes. I couldn't stop them. Dragons did cry. She gave me a soft smile. "To be reborn we must die first. Look behind you, dragon."

How? Bastien carried her down the steps. Angel saw the wall rack, the hanging rack, and the massive, cushioned slab with bonds. Her eyes grew wider and she was utterly dumbfounded. The cross! It wasn’t black like her dream but gold; her eyes rounded as she stared at the straps. Red velvet. Ohhh… Remaining quiet, he finally set her down. Angel turned all around and gaped at all the various forms of sexual torture—some were total antiques. Her startled gaze finally rested on him. “You are…” Her knees buckled again.

An intricate crown wraps around the moon and the deep royal blue and silver color stands out beautifully on her golden skin. I tear my eyes from her mark and look at my own. It is nothing at all what I thought it would be. Instead of a wolf, there is an angel with her wings and arms thrown wide, her hair is fanned out like the wind is blowing. Silvery blue flames swirl around a flowing dress with a silver crescent moon behind her. Gold wolf eyes stare out from the half circle of the moon, and the angel herself is navy blue with light blue wings, much like Divina's own.