Angron The Red Angel Novels & Stories

Gaarra said to Angelus while staking her chest with another silver dagger. "The only fool here is you who failed to realize I'm a True blood Tribrid, I tricked you into thinking these daggers are lethal to me, I made you think you had the upper hand and you fell for it, just like a fool," Angelus said to Gaarra while pulling the silver dagger out of her chest. Standing up on her feet, she walked towards Gaarra, her eyes filled with hate and anger. "tollere et suffocant." She said, raising Gaarra from the ground and choking him with her magic.

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.

Apparently, that trait was passed down to wolf boy, too, as he desperately tried to get his paws into my ruby angel. His pack thought they were untouchable; how wrong they were. He might be strong, but I can guarantee I am stronger. I don't give a shit who his father is or how strong his pack is; I will crush them and make him watch before erasing any ideas he has about my ruby gem. I could stand no more; I was going to lose my temper, and all that would serve to do was scare Red away. Sighing, I walked in the opposite direction, with the help of Ares I spent the rest of the afternoon picking out Reds birthday present before heading towards her apartment; she had been out for hours. She had

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.

"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.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Angus fired another jet of searing flames, blasting a dent in Yi Xiaosu's chest. "As friend to the Devil," said Angus as he renewed his gaze on Yan Wushuang, "You shall help pay for his sins." He stormed at Yan Wushuang. Swoosh! A white bolt of light streaked out of nowhere. Angus stopped in his heels and his powers churned inside him, enveloping him in a cloak of red light. With a harmless sizzle, the white jet of light dissipated before it even got close to him. He turned away and set his sights on the tactile figure of the woman in white standing in the pale, milky glow of the moon. A strange sense of curiosity and interest suddenly impregnated his mind, "I wonder how the Devil's very own

Luca and his son were already fighting three rogues and one was aiming at his wife and daughter. “Not in my watch!” Angel clicked his tongue and with anger fueling up his strength he began dealing with them. Angel joined their fight by killing the one who was facing the women in his small pack. It alarmed the three since he instantly killed them as if he were not a wolf, to begin with. With anger, three rogues shifted into their wolf form which emits a very rotten scent. It's filthy and irritating. They knew it will be a serious one. “Ciel, protect your mother.” Angel whispered to him and stood beside Luca who was cracking his knuckles again.