Blood Angels Transfer Sheet Novels & Stories

The banshee fell to the ground, then began to shake and vomit thick, disgusting black blood. “Your blood does affect these things,” Aisha said. “This is incredible.” The banshee began to dry up, and I sighed. Out of nowhere, the river began to boil, people began to scream, and all the wolves fled the scene. It was clear that something really bad was happening, something very, very bad. But I never expected the sky to tear open and several angels, in battle formation, to fly toward the river. The banshees began to swim away, but the angels pierced them with arrows filled with divine power, and one by one they faded away with unusual brutality.

She sifted through stacks of documents and said, "Take a look at this. I expect you to keep your word. Sign here." Angel placed the document before Logan with a meaningful gaze, appearing delighted despite the chaos outside. Logan was taken aback. He believed something was amiss with Angel's thinking lately. She had summoned him here but avoided discussing the matter, instead presenting him with documents. It would take him until the next night to review them, by which time Angel Spirits might have been in ruins. Reluctantly, Logan went along with it and took the stack of documents. He realized they were property transfer agreements, all in his name.

"Okay, okay, your right." Holding back tears, I grabbed my bow and a white feather, turning the feather into an arrow. Using the arrow to cut my hand. I smeared my blood all over the tip. Shooting it their direction, phasing the arrow through walls it hitting all seven angels at once. The arrow gathered their blood as well; mixing mine with theirs. Calling the arrow back to me with their blood now soaking it. Taking the blood from the angels, I rubbed it on the open wound of my hand. I laid back on my pillows, inhaling deeply. All seven angels were becoming mine. I felt each one bond with my soul. Like heavy chains being anchored to me. Forever bonded to just not one another but the rest of

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

I tore off his tie and pressed it against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding. “Hold on. I’ll call an ambulance.” “No… I can feel it… I’m not going to make it…” He lifted his ruined left hand and, with blood-soaked fingers, touched my face. “Rachel… can you forgive me?” I sighed and said, “I forgive you, Victor Medici.” A brilliant light exploded in his eyes, like he was burning through the last of his life. “I love you… Rachel… I really do… One last time… I want to hear you say it again… say you love me…”

By: Terrance Smith "My dear blue angel, flying up in the sky. I know you experienced a lot of pain, But you don't need to cry. The wind will guide you to the right path. If you fall, I'll be there for you to catch. Heaven is smiling at you. The gates are always open to let you through. No more letting the devil control your life. Spread your wings and take flight. I know I let you down and left you red. But don't beat yourself down, Because this is not the end. This blue angel is stronger than god. Nothing about her is odd. Nothing for her to be ashamed of. She will always be loved. Blue for her represents rebirth. Being an angel gives her worth. I love you, because you are true. So my dear

The war angels and archangels exchange looks amongst themselves as they gather together to form a blockade to prevent Beelzebub and his forces from reaching the gate ARCHANGEL #1 : I’m sure you’ve gotten your answer, We are not backing down now and not ever so you can do what you want BEELZEBUB : Hmm, I expected nothing less well then you can die knowing that your destruction came at my hand Beelzebub faces his palm towards the blockade with a large dark ball forming, the angels create a shield and await his attack, Beelzebub smirks after which he lets his attack loose with a wave of his hand causing it to move like an arc towards them, before it can hit the shield a white line passes throug

A reminder to the Angels of what their own hubris had wrought. Still . . . Adom did not like to renege on a deal. "You should know that the pact you made with my father—it is binding. You were backed into a corner by the Angels , your clans and packs scattered as they threatened to overwhelm you, and in your moment of desperation, you asked us for our help." His tone was light—unconcerned—but they all heard the threat that lay beneath the surface. "Things have changed," the vampire said. "Our positions are not as they were. The Angel can still be of use to the Creatures."

Abu asked and all the angels stood quietly, still in surprise and desperately waiting for the Archangel’s answer. He let out a heavy breath, “There is an only way to kill the vampire, Abu. You knew that there’s a way, don’t ever forget that,’’ he frowned and Abu gulped in fear, clearing his throat and stood up, he knew that only way, and he was against it. As a vampire, angels were also immortal but of course, there’s also a way to put an immortal to the fire of death, there was always a way to kill them no matter how immortal you knew they were.

I vent to him, not even realizing that tears had begun to leak down my cheeks. "I am so sorry, Angel. This situation is fucked up, your right. I hate to admit that destiny has a terrible way of doing things like this ... but listen to me..." he begins to tell me, as he gently cups my cheeks and tilts my head up to meet his eyes.