Blood Angels Transfer Sheet Novels & Stories

As we neared Blake's army, the Angels, realising we were now about to join the fight, seemed to press forward with a hungrier energy than before, with the Dominions now advancing too. Keeping close to Ethan's side and now in the crushing midst of the battle, with the Demons all around us, we worked almost in tandem - Ethan forcing the air at the Angels like a hurricane, his hands tearing, twisting, pulling their bodies to pieces, and me, hurling balls of Endorian fire at any that managed to get too close. Soon the air was thick with the cloying stench of blood, sweat and burning flesh, and my ears were ringing with screams and shouts, cries of pain and triumph.

"But how..." "He's developed some way of transfering memory, or brainwashing the next version to think and act exactly like him. I'm not sure which it is," Delilah shrugs. "But it does explain some of Angel's confusion and why she needs so many treatments. When they found Angelica's body, she was already too damaged for a clean transfer. Since she had been gone for so long, he didn't have a recent scan." "Angel?" I'm confused, "Who?"

Emilia's limp body lay on the stretcher, her face pale, her eyes closed. Blood soaked through the sheets, pooling on the floor. Doctors and nurses flanked the stretcher, their faces tense. "BP's dropping! 80/40!" a nurse called out. "We need to transfuse, stat!" a doctor ordered. The ICU doors swung open, and the team rushed Emilia inside. Monitors beeped, and machines whirred to life. "Let's get her stabilized!" the lead doctor directed. A nurse quickly inserted an IV, while another began cutting away Emilia's blood-soaked clothes.

After taking the medicines from him, I finally came to my room once again. Angel was still unconscious. I felt relieved knowing that her temperature was back to normal now. "Oh Angel, what did you do? I'm sorry, my Angel, my beautiful flower, it's all my fault." Third Person Pov: With his eyes rimmed red, vision blurred with tears, he lowered his head as he held her cold hands in his, guiding them to his now tear-stricken face. He was crying after so many years; the remorse, the guilt and sorrow gnawing at his skin, as he laid his head beside her clasped hand.

"Besides the handsome face, you should also make sure that I get a good partner! Look, I'm just a girl! I don't know what's good and what's not!" Shit! And she thinks I know all that? How do I know they are good or bad? "And, please take me back to the hospital, it's time for me to take medicine!" *** "Oh my god! Can you knock before you come in?" the Angel Julian screamed as he saw my presence. Come on! I don't even understand why Angels need houses and doors! We can penetrate anything, so what is it all for? "Hey, aren't you in charge of recording the good and bad of humanity?"I asked as I approached Julian, who was busy with all the monitors in front of him.

“Yes, I thought maybe you’d like to reconsider going through with the merger.” “Oh shit. I’m sorry,” Ciara said. “I totally forgot to call Cindy and Wes. I’ll do that first thing in the morning.” “It’ll be much appreciated,” Evelyn said. “Will Ark Angel be affected by Argentum stepping out of the deal?” I asked. Evelyn beamed. “Nope, all is well on that front.” “Do tell,” Ciara said as if Evelyn was about to dish the best gossip she’d heard all night. “Let’s just say Ark Angel is no longer run by greedy individuals,” Evelyn said with a wink.

I say, throwing my hands up in frustration; you'd think I'd be desensitized to this topic by now. "You can command the angel armies," Aylin says as if that's all the answer I need. I give her a bored look, and she sighs. "Vampires and angels conspired a couple months after your birth; that was how vampires made it to the underworld, to my castle. Silas and Jeremiel made a deal. Jeremiel wanted Father's head mounted on his wall, so he lent parts of his army to Silas after Silas promised his death in return for the use of a portion of Jeremiel's armies." she pauses for a moment, making sure we're all following along.

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not