Novel & Cerita Angron The Red Angel

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.

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.

Andrew stops in his tracks and stares at my angel. Her eyes are glowing and the air picks up around her. The whole area around her is filled with electricity. “If you want me, come and get me.” She growls. I see him smirk and start walking towards her. All of a sudden she lifts her hands and they all fly up. They fall back to the ground as plants start growing everywhere. I hear bones breaking as the wolves are forced to shift back. She is forcing them to shift. That shit hurts. Andrew rushes her but she sends a ball of fire at him throwing him back against a tree. The others have no idea what to do and they decide that fleeing is hte best option. A couple of them grab an unconsciou

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.