Angron The Red Angel の小説・ストーリー

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

They are usually servants to higher-ranking demons, similar to an omega. God/goddess realm or ”Heavens” Gods/goddesses-Reference Greek mythology for any who are discussed Angels-any citizen in the Heavens that is not a God or Goddess. They are also immortal and wield white magic. Aside from white magic, their abilities include healing, communication through touch, aura reading (similar to mind reading but unable to hear specific thoughts), control over all the elements except fire, and telekinesis. High Guard-they directly protect the Gods and Goddesses, therefore, they are highly respected. There are 5: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Jeremiel.

Angelus replied Rheagal while walking towards the direction of the bus station. ”Why should I go to your place when I’m not yet your boyfriend??” Rheagal asked the exiting Angelus while walking hastily after her, trying to catch up with her. ”You really are a funny dude but don’t you worry! I like you and I haven’t really dated any guy since the Seven Hundred and Ten Million Years of my existence so let’s give this a try and see how It goes but mind you…...............If for a second you try to break My heart….........................I’ll kill you in a heartbeat or I might never forgive you and even If I do?? I'll never go out with you again.......................so Impress me very well then

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

A pack that had apparently gone mad! Dread quickly turned to furious rage, seeing her on her back on the ground a few metres away; a male straddling her, his claws inches from her porcelain face. Transporting to them before either had a chance to act. My fist came crashing down, punching through his back, shattering his rib cage. Gripping his heart in my fists, I smirked, seeing Red smile at me knowingly. Kneeling beside the pathetic creature, I squeezed his heart harshly in my hold, causing him to cough blood, smirking as it dribbled from his lips, coating Red's chest and my shirt. "I liked that shirt!" I winked at my angel.

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

I didn't know then that it was the child. The two men turn to me. Their powers put on a hold. “I have something to say.” Their eyes are trained on me, patiently waiting. My eyes are focused on them as well. My brown eyes move to Sin first. His face is bleeding. Gold has stained his trousers, staining his bare chest as well. He looks vibrant despite fighting for a long period of time. He is glowing before my eyes. Angels have this certain glow in them, they carry a glow everywhere. Most say that their glows are generated from the halos on their heads. But for Sin, he glows whenever he fights.

The distinguished feature of an angel, (members of the Jeagers organisation) is one the glowing sword, two a long white robe with red spots. Three a hand band with wings, these is how they dress even in the face of war. They need no shield or armour as their spiritual energy was more than enough of that for them. They engaged in combat with the werewolf an they slayed it immediately. They did not have to sweat much since they where putting their training in practice. "That was an easy one, that is what you get when you attack an angel," Williams said. "Yes, the werewolf was sent by members of this village, we need to be able to decipher their reason," Harmony said.

All for the perfect portrait. All to please my boss. All for the company. All for my family. Whenever I thought about giving up, ripping off that pinic, shiny, tacky outfit, I remembered why I'd been doing it. It only took a few words for my conscience to guide me back to reason. — The last one, Angel! — the redhead said. — Smile as if you had fulfilled all your dreams! I did as he asked. I bared all my teeth, narrowed my ribs, pulled my hips, made my eye sockets burn so they could continue to sustain the flash.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.