Chainsaw Man Angel Novels & Stories

Luis' POV After spending the night on the chair, chained, I was woken up by a splash of water hitting my face. I coughed and growled, and blinked to fix my vision. Once I was relaxed again, I saw Ace standing like a pole in front of me. “Did you bother taking a look to your left?” He asked me. I frowned and tilted my head to my left. “Ah!” I gasped for breath after seeing Angel. She was back to life, but she looked weak.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

He tried to slide her hands around my waist but I turned around in the attempt to walk away but my minor try went in vain as he effortlessly pulled me to him so that my back hit his chest and my butt landed on his lap. The squeak slipped past my lips at his unanticipated movement but my body didn't neglect the familiar warmth of his body. "Leave me, Kaden," A weak attempt of mine to escape his hold didn't work instead he rested his chin on my shoulder, and kissed the side of my neck. "So the angel is angry huh?" He chuckled. "No, I am not," I lied but he of course didn't believe me. "Of course, you are, your nose is red so that means you are angry."

32 | M E E T I N G T H E F A L L E N A N G E L , L U C I F E R ( P A R T 2 ) *** The bone fragments that were turned into a sword? Wait ... Isn't that ... And as the shadow disappeared from the darkness, an angel appeared before Damien. Probably not. To be precise, a fallen angel with his neck, hands, and feet bound by black chains. And the black wings on his back that were burned by black flames.

"I will ask you this question once more, cat man, and don't even try pretending that you don't understand English because I heard you talking moments ago." Azrael has to glance away while biting his lower lip. I've gone total mafia boss, and the angel seems to find it amusing. His wings are folded behind his back, and his hair is flowing around his skull. He looks too angelic to be one of the bad guys, but I think I'm doing an excellent job inspiring fear in these cat people. "I-I don't understand what you're talking about!" The cat man shouts. "Please, release me! Put me down!"

‘W-what… hey… silver-eyed psycho, come back,’ Angel was even surprised with his thoughts. He could only blink in the empty air. It was dizzying. The man rifled through a drawer. “Should I turn on the lights?” he offered Angel. “No,” he answered in a throaty voice too fast. The bastard chuckled and came back with something in his hands with a stupid grin. His weight dipped on the bed while laughing. Then he kissed Angel again. Harder. Hungrier. Then—snap. His underwear was gone. A second later—slickness. Cool fingers met his heated skin.

I burst through the front door and started clearing the house. A fully shifted angel came out of nowhere and punched me in the face. He was magnificent with his white wings glowing gold which meant he was a warrior angel and I was in some trouble. We scuffled in the kitchen, and I grabbed a knife from the block. For the first time I was worried, angels were one species that could kill demons the easiest and here I was facing an unknown ranked warrior. I could see in his eyes the determination to kill me. There was something else going on here, but I couldn’t bring myself to think about it. It was him or me. I dodged a punch and found an opening. I plunged that knife into his chest. The scre

More like the result of a human and chicken copulating! The angel raised its arm and blasted Satiana with a powerful rainbow blast! But the moment it reached Satiana it vanished into nothing As if it was swallowed in a moment… There Satiana stood up, a bone-chilling grin on her face as her hair blackened and her eyes shimmered like a pair of blood moons The angel felt a great sense of danger… the fear it felt… was something she never experienced! Because what stood in front of her was not just some mere human girl… but someone that crawled her way out of the depths of

After so many rains, here she is again, speaking to him once more, careful not to touch his ice cold heart, careful not to freeze. "You've no heart for me to shatter!" His voice was getting nearer to her but she remained unbothered or so she acted. "Do you want me to return your suffering to you? Do you want to go back to that day I showed you your daughter's sweet smile? Do you want to suffer again?!" To her surprise, the Angel flew right to her, holding her chin up. His eyes were glistening with pure hunger, his evil grin almost reaching to his ears and his psychotic laughs. What had this little boy become?

In the deepest pit of the celestial pandemonium, Dulmore. There, Ichabod and all his wild angels exists. Some of his angels, he would send to Earth's realm to steal, to kill and to put into chaos, the humans and all their seeds. Just for fun. They would always come back and give account of their works to Ichabod their grande master, who sits on his blazing throne always. Each successful work on Earth's realm fetches them a new rank and pack in a hierarchical order.