Bloody Painter X Judge Angel Novels & Stories

I sit beside Phantom, my fingers locked with his, my pulse a drumbeat in my ears. Canum enters dressed in white again, the same angelic façade. His tunic gleams under the light, his expression serene, almost holy. It makes me want to scream. The devil was once depicted as an angel, and here he is, playing the part to perfection. The jury watches him with rapt attention. Some lean forward, others sit back, but all are caught in his orbit. He knows it. He thrives on it.

He tried to get up, but he was bleeding, and his sleeve was soaked in blood. The judge looked at me and I nodded to him. “I announce that the winner of the fight is — Angel! She is the first woman warrior in the Blood Moon Pack. From now on, she can join the training with other warriors.” The judge held her left hand up high and announced. The audience, especially young girls, jumped up from their seats and exclaimed. “Woman warrior! Woman warrior…” “She is awesome!” Francis also applauded. Erika looked very excited. Compared to other girls, she was the calmest. But there was a bright smile on her face, which was rare.

The afternoon battles will have fewer contestants, but they will last longer as the stronger warriors progress to the next levels. We’re getting food and finding a table when Angel turns. “Jude?” I watch as an older gentleman turns, looking at Angel. “Do I know you?” Angel sets down her tray before walking over to the gentleman. Liam is watching her uneasily, and Grace reaches her arms out to take Richie. Liam passes him off and follows Angel. “Jude. It’s me, Angel Bennis. Well, I’m Angel Holstin now.” “Angel? Angel, oh my goddess.” He says and pulls her into a hug, eliciting a loud snarl from Liam. Jude immediately drops his arms stepping back.

I will give her the world. Jin attended an exclusive exhibit at a hotel near Julianne’s office. One particular painting caught his eye. The background was an abstract of different colors of blue, purple, black, yellow and red. The center was a face of a man. He had a devilish look on his face. His brown hair fell over his red eyes. He had fangs and though he looked evil, he also looked quite handsome. As Jin stared at it longer, he could make out the wings behind the man in the painting, making him look like fallen angel. Jin must admit, the artist had some skill. “Do you like it?” he heard a female voice ask behind him.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

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."

“There are plenty.” I looked at my own reflection. She was staring at me, but it wasn’t friendly. It was sharp, judgmental. “But honestly,” the makeup artist chuckled, “He doesn’t strike me as the type to be easily tempted." “Especially when he’s with someone like Lyla Emerson,” she added with a small smile. Lyla chuckled and finally turned to me. “You think so too, Angela?” I flinched slightly at the sound of my name. “He’s not the type to be easily tempted, right?” she continued, her tone casual, but her eyes locked onto mine. Sharp. Piercing.

“Get Nazzolini’s widow, Chiara. Let’s make this lively. It’ll be an opening ceremony for Victor’s judgement.” An hour later, the elders and Chiara arrived. As the iron gates slowly opened, I stepped forward with Leonardo, appearing before everyone. Victor’s face lit up with wild joy as he rushed toward me, only for him to be stopped cold by a dozen guns aimed straight at him. “Victor, I gave you a chance. I told you I never wanted to see your face again.” I sighed and shook my head. “Yet you keep testing my limits. The Medici estate does not welcome you. There is only one reason you’re allowed to step inside, and that is to face your judgement.”

I liked them immediately. I was standing there, head tilted, trying to figure out what emotion the artist had been trying to strangle onto the canvas, when I felt it. That prickle on the back of my neck. I turned. And there he was. Leather jacket guy. He was standing near the doorway, half in shadow, arms crossed, watching the room like he was waiting for someone to do something stupid so he could end them. Same sharp jaw, same messy dark hair, same eyes that seemed to cut straight through people.

She stands up and tackles a staggering Foxy to the ground once more. It’s when I see the glint of the knife in Angel’s hand that time seems to stop. I watch as she raises the knife in her hand, screaming, with tears streaming down her face as she brings it down when she tackled from the side. The knife flies from her hand and Blaze has her in his arms as she fights him, sobbing and crying.