Novel & Cerita Crimson Angel

These flashes had happened several times and they were all blurry. But this time, they were crystal clear. Parts of his past life flashed before him and of the young woman whose face had always been blurred and whose face he would have killed to clearly behold. But, this time, he could see her face clearly and it was a very familiar face. His Laura. His Carrot. His Angel. He felt different. He felt as if he had been reborn. His eyes found them again. This time she had a small smile on her face and was slowly but hesitantly giving the bastard her hand to slide in the ring.

Ciaran replied, emerald eyes unwavering as he continued to stare at the unnerved Angelica. She looked down, her bangs covering her gray eyes. "The palace is a hideous structure just like the hideous Crystal Beast of the Li Tribe," Angelica began. Zephrain and Ciaran were taken aback by the harsh words from the Kryst while Drake, Theo and Tara tensed. Didn't the Rein Tribe and the Royalties of Demetrius were blood brothers? And why was the Crystal Beast of the Li Tribe mentioned here?

A recognition that lived below thought. The woman's eyes opened fully. Crimson. Not human. Deep glowing red lit from somewhere inside, burning steady and old and alive. Tyra stepped back. "Who are you." "You already know," the woman said. Her voice was warm and cracked at the edges like something that had been through fire and come out the other side. She moved forward, each step soundless on the black soil. Her crimson eyes moved over Tyra's face with a desperation that was almost physical. Like someone who had been kept from something for so long that seeing it again hurt. "You have always known."

She grins. I shake my head, Angel is foolish when it comes to seeing reality. She's not in love with Adrian, she's obsessed and needs to get that addiction treated but it's too late, she's forfeited her mate and now he is all she believes she has. Angel was friends with my older sister, so yes, she is older than Adrian. “Okay cougar, the ring?” I tilt my head and she strides away. I turn back to look at Camilla and Kristina, I grin summoning them into the ring. Kristina stays by ringside as Camilla slips in, she straightens where she is and we both nod.

So I decided on telling him after a few moments of deliberation. "After I finished changing, I began to walk back to the towel and a man and a woman - werewolves - stopped me. They said they were leaders of the rogue pack CrimisonAsh and had come to talk to me," I said, drawing in a shaky breath every few words, "The woman - her name was Angel - said she had a dream about the battle we'd be fighting. It was the one we planned, with Clive and River. She said we were totally outnumbered and, despite our efforts, everyone on our side was slaughtered. They told me they felt somewhat responsible and wanted to help us. They offered some of their wolves in the battle, to help us win the fight. I ha

Angel must provide me an heir and this was the only way out. Just as I held the knob, a soft voice reached my ears, attacking every strong thing in me. "I hate you, Winston! I hate you!" Angel continued. "You may have my existence but this will be done with the moment you have your heir!" And she sobbed even harder. My hold around the knob went firm and harder as I tried to wrestle with my heart. It doesn't matter what she said, it doesn't matter how she saw me. What matters was that I would be getting my revenge and an heir.

She had light brown hair, tanned skin, tears flowing heavily down her face, and blood soaking her long flowing dress, making it cling to her. I could see the large man talking but couldn't hear what he was saying. Angel started hitting some buttons on the console in front of us until there was sound and we could hear the man's booming voice. "Bring her out to me, and I may spare you all." Blake moved down the front steps with Landon and Dominic flanking him. "You know I won't do that Cain." The big guy growled, "it's Alpha Cain to you, pup, and if you wish to stand in my way, I will kill you all. Or maybe I may spare you all long enough to watch as my men and I have our fill of your mates."

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

A rosy-cheeked man in his fifties sat on the leather couch, a tunic draped his frame. “I brought Kaze here, Mr. White.” Hunter nodded at the bodyguards standing by the old man before approaching with respect. It was Angel White, the Angel of Death. Anybody with association to Lilyrose underworld would know his name. Angel was the brains behind Cronus’ rise in the underworld. Two decades ago, Angel’s strategic brilliance drove Cronus to power, challenging Alan’s dominance in the underworld. Ignoring Hunter, Angel fixated his gaze on the TV screen. The video of Kaze knocking Tim over at Hades’ casino played on the screen. Angel replayed the clip over and over again.