Constantine Angels の小説・ストーリー

If he wasn't informed by Butler Camsy, he would never have any idea of how his little Candy was mistreated by her own father! “I met Old master Harry today. For some reason, my life is at danger. The white Angels are still alive!” He spoke up after a while. His mind was still not arrested thinking of what Adams Paige could be? To him that mark he saw on her shoulders was not to be taken lightly but seriously. The mark on her shoulders contained the twelve stars symbol owned by the most powerful group, the white Angels. Considering the strength of their powers, he himself was defenseless against them. “Simone said that they were killed ten thousand years ago. It is impossible for one to be al

What more could I want? Selene's voice echoes through the pack: - Young Klaus, you're mistaken. Angel won't have a girl. Klaus looks around and shouts into the air: - But Moon Goddess, you asked to give her your name. - That's true, but you're going to be the father of a girl and a boy. Angel is expecting twins. - the goddess's voice says, and the laugh she gave echoes for a moment before disappearing. - Moon Goddess, what's your true name? - Angel screamed.

Closing my eyes, I said a silent prayer not to God but to the angels I had once lived amongst in heaven, hoping they would remember all I had done for them. "Angels, I know you can hear me; I know I have no right to ask this of you! But please- save this man! He is a good man! I need him! Please! I promise I will owe you a great debt!" Hearing nothing on the other side of my prayer, I sobbed silently; hot tears trickled down my cheeks, tasting the saltiness of them on my lips. How could I be an angel and not help this man? "PLEASE, I promise! I will come when you call!" I begged wholeheartedly. Feeling a warmth wash over my body divinity spreading through me from my core, I let out a breath

But now it was definitely NOT the time to start dreaming about something that was not for him, but instead he should start thinking how on earth he should get out of the bloody mess he had found himself in at the moment! His reputation was that of a ruthless and cunning leader, giving him the ice cold nickname ¨Angelo della morte¨ (Angel of death) for people who disobeyed or betrayed him and tonight it looked like that the Angelo della morte had to fly once again….. A short while ago As the sun began to set over the city, Alessandro was walking

“I didn’t know Weres have cults.” “Everybody has cults. They’re the weeds of sentient civilization. And Constantine’s was the worst of them, because . . .” He shakes his head and turns back to where his seconds are idling, waiting for him. He’s borrowing precious time, just to explain shit to me. “Constantine’s dead. But his right hands . . . Our understanding of their power structure may have been incomplete.” “The boy who killed himself . . . ?” “He was in his late teens. Too young to have been part of the original cult. I doubt he ever met Constantine.”

Verity had not moved, would not move as she took in the angel's actions, and as I moved toward her a low roar began deep inside the bowels of the Earth. The rumble became louder, almost deafening as we all stopped what we were doing, the battle halted. Even the angels in the air parted, their bodies swaying as even the air was affected. As if stuck in slow motion all heads turned as a blinding light erupted from Cain, his body arching upward so hard it looked as if he was folded in half. The sword shooting out of his chest, sending blood flinging through the air. Cain stood up, blood continuing to pulse from his chest, his eyes wide and his forehead glowing. On it the mark he bore lit up as

Kaze struck quickly. It all happened in a flash. The whole thing was over before Angel knew it. By the time his mind caught up with what had happened, he realized he was on his knees. The crippling pain in his cheek was a humiliation he could not swallow. Angel was a long-time buddy of Cronus, helping him establish an empire in the underworld and legitimate businesses. He was one of the few elites who could stand alongside the heads of the three major families. He was a figure who commanded respect.

he said half smiling. “Yes.” Carlos said shaking his head. “Sorry.” James said stepping back and letting Carlos and Misty work magic to get their friend out of the chain. “Oh look we have Angels here.” Three different demons appeared, Anabel didn’t know who they were. “Legion said we could find some Angels here. So here we are, and as for the key, good luck breaking that magic, it was one of Hecta most strongest of them all.” He growled.

Allistair's Chaos whirled around him, a churning vortex of energy that deflected Luna's lunar magic, sending it crashing back toward her in a blinding explosion of light and shadow. Cerberus stood as a guardian before Elion, his massive form a bulwark against the onslaught of angels. His growls echoed like thunder, and his flames licked at the ground, creating a wall of fire that kept the angels at bay. The mysterious figure, now revealed to be Zadkiel, protected Envy with unyielding resolve, his golden lance a beacon of light as he cut through the angelic ranks with precision and power.