Novel & Cerita Blood Angels Transfer Sheet

VERITY Shamshiel flew off, his beautiful wings stained with blood and beating hard. His sword was drawn and in his hand as he headed toward the large archangel. Cain stood a little ways in front of me, his back to me; as he faced off with Kokabiel. Blood was running in fast rivers down his back, his sides, and arms, his hands clenched in fists as he circled the angel. Kokabiel looked a lot worse for wear, his shoulder slumping where his wing had been torn off, the stark white of his bones showing there, his mouth pulled back in a feral snarl showing pointed teeth. His nails were long, and I immediately knew they were the reason for the scratches all over Cain. Kokabiel’s beautiful face was m

She replied Now it’s me looking confused and Angel elaborated, “because of the rumours and because of my lack of standing within the higher class we wasn’t sure if you would want me or if I would even want to be with you. As long as you have been truthful and you’re a good person like you seem then I definitely want you!” She smiles as she took my hand As we got up my guards stepped closer to us, I introduced her to them, “Don’t worry Angel these are with us, this is Blake who will most likely be my Beta and this is Andre who will probably be my Delta”

This was a lot more magic than she had in the last reel. I could feel the power emanating from her, even from where I was standing. I looked over at her and the amount of bioluminescence that was surrounding her looked like a thick cloud of shining glowing specs. She was chanting something different from the last reel, and with both of her hands she motioned to throw the magic built up, directly at both of the Angels. Her magic penetrated the shield as if it weren’t even there, blasting directly into both Angels. I watched as it sent them flying. Andres was killed immediately, his body rolled lifelessly across the sand. I watched as the beginning of the tear between the realms sealed itself

"I want to complete it. To finish what she started." A soft sound drew my attention to the corner where Veronica worked frantically at a second control panel. Her face was pale, eyes too wide. Alexander's monitors had begun showing irregularities—not critical yet, but trending in a dangerous direction. "This isn't right," Veronica muttered, her scientific detachment cracking. "The flow variables are—" She looked up sharply. "Angela, the transfer direction is reversed. You're pulling from him instead of pushing." "I know exactly what I'm doing." Angela didn't look up from her work. "The sequence requires both elements to balance."

I added and left to lock myself in the study room, savouring on cigarettes; one after the other. About an hour later, a notification came through on my phone. She had booked a flight, and I took a sigh of relief. Finally she’d get to be away from all the toxicity she doesn't deserve! —------------------------------------ Angel’s POV When Ace gave me his card, with millions of dollars in it, it was surreal. It wasn't about the money; it was the idea behind him giving it to me. He's always been confusing, so it wasn't really surprising that he would wake up a changed man, after locking me up in the coffin.

At the bottom of the file, beneath the heading: [Core Donor Transfer Record] A single line of crimson code appeared. Cold. Simple. Terrifying. Recipient of Transplanted Heart — Alexander.

His angel looked at him confusedly while his friends were teasing him with their eyes. After few minutes, Mr. Hermosa, their adviser for that year, came in. He was an English teacher for all seniors. Hero's mind was traveling as their teacher was doing a roll call. His thoughts were on the girl sitting next to him—the angel who was wearing a girl's school uniform—as he was stealing a glimpse of her. That was the first time he noticed her. He wondered if she was a transferee or from another section. Well, he was never interested in women ever since. They're just a headache for him.

But it seemed like he was all too lost. "Welcome everyone to the death of the lady Amorivia!" The Angel raised his head to gaze up at Tenshi. "Don't worry. She will restart soon." Not a second wasted and Tenshi attacked the Angel. It is clear to him that he was of no match for the Angel but he can't stop the hatred and regret in his heart. Inside his chest is being consumed by a dark force that keeps him from thinking straight. The others couldn't just stand there, they have to take Amorivia's body. The ran to get it but they were stopped by the old man with his subordinate, that girl and boy.

I could see a mix of gratitude and vulnerability in Angel's eyes as he whispered, "Thank you, Selena. Your support means a lot to me." A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I gently squeezed his hand. "We'll do whatever it takes to help Heaven. Let's go and see her." Together, we made our way to Heaven's room, where she lay unconscious, a tube attached to her nose, and monitors beeping rhythmically beside her. The sight was heart-wrenching, and a lump formed in my throat. I reached out and took Angel's hand, intertwining our fingers as a gesture of solidarity.

But as I watched on in horror, something began to happen within the confinements of the black mist, and I pulled away from Easton, taking a step towards Gabriel, as I began to wonder if my eyes were playing tricks on me. My eyes caught sight of what looked like whiteness now peering through the mist, and my eyes moved to Gabriel’s eyes, as they were no longer red, but a brilliant shade of blue. His eyes began to beam, through the darkness straight at me, making my breath hitch at the sight of them. When our eyes locked onto one another’s, massive wings the color of pearl white snow opened wide behind him, before he let out a scream, leaping into the air, leaving the black mist behind him, di