Blood Angels Captain With Jump Pack Novels & Stories

the she-wolves said in unison and bowed as if I were a guest. A wave of panic surged up my back and my mouth opened in surprise, but no sound came from my throat. "You may leave," said the voice of a man I did not know. When I looked towards the door, a tall, thin man with blonde hair and hazel eyes carefully returned my gaze. There was something in his face that reminded me of Stefan, and my pulse raced immediately. The man frowned, as if he had noticed that. "I'm Ángel; I'm the Beta of the Northern Pack and I can help you with whatever you need. Are you looking for Enya or are you looking for Jackson?" the Beta Angel asked, and little by little I leaned back.

There was something unholy about this girl. "I am Parker," I said, keeping my voice level as I introduced myself. "Yeah, so?" Angelica snapped, raising a perfectly crafted eyebrow. "I am from the White Moon Pack, sent by King Alpha Xavier to investigate the rogue attacks!" I said. "I don't think we officially met. Who are you?" Angelica flinched, yet she recovered quickly and crossed her arms around her chest. "Did you see that?" Willow gasped suspiciously. "I did," I said.

He regretted being so unrestrained when he saw a pretty young attendant. He did not expect that it would cause such serious consequences and possibly even costing his life. Who would have thought that Silver Face, the captain of the Red Flame Mercenaries who looked like he was halfway to the God Rank on the surface, would turn out to be a God Rank guardian? Everyone else did not expect it, let alone him. Otherwise, Dark Cape would not be as chaotic as it was now. Now he was seriously injured and as he was being carried by Killer, who was a mid-Dragon Ranker, he offered no resistance at all.

- Alair urged. - Five figures, each of them had beautiful features and golden hair, like angels in pictures, but also huge scarlet wings and fully dark blue eyes, without any pupils. There were four men and one woman, and she and one of the men appeared to be the leaders. They introduced themselves as 'Scarlet Angels' and said they came to punish me for my grave sins... Somehow they summoned the souls of my victims and made me feel their pain... So I started screaming, it was unbearable... I asked them to stop, begged for mercy... Soon after I heard a shot when the police destroyed the lock to get to the apartment... Then these creatures caused some gale and disappeared.- he told quickly, no

“There’s seven of you, and six of us, with ten seats, so we’re going to have to divide this up. But, before we do, you need to know that Havermouth is occupied by Van Helsings, and we are not free to move around. There is no hot water, no power, intermittent internet, and intermittent phone connection, and so whatever you don’t have in your backpacks, now is your time to get into that shop behind us and stock up, because you might not have another chance. This shop has… well, just about anything. But you have to be quick. They know that we are here.” “You heard her,” Bianca said to her group. “Drop your bags and get in there. Think personal items, but also think spell components. We’re here

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Those cocky bastards always looked down on any sport that didn’t involve smashing people into rinks. John and Zane being Alphas and captains of both teams carried the enmity on their shoulders. I shot John a sharp look. “When did you and Zane get close enough to strike deals?” He shrugged like it was nothing. “Desperate times call for desperate measures.” “But why me?” I asked. “Does he think I’m that fucking monkey from Dora the Explorer, here to guide him through his gay exploration?” Every time there was tension between both teams, between John and Zane, I was always there, barking louder than John. Assistant Captain or not, it was my job to back up John.

They curled at his sides like he was gripping back a storm. “Everything okay, Captain?” I added, keeping my voice even. He didn’t speak. Instead, he stepped forward. One step. Two. Three. Until there was no space left between us. I had to crane my neck to meet his eyes, and when I did—my breath hitched. They weren’t blue. Not anymore. They were glowing. Not like contacts. Not like tricks of the light. But glowing. Gold. Bright. Flickering like fire trapped in ice. And something behind them—a hunger, a voice, something not human—watched me.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men