Dante Blood Angels Novels & Stories

The heavy iron door of the basement was suddenly blown off its hinges with a blinding flash of light and a deafening roar of tearing metal. Smoke and dust poured into the room. Through the hazy red glow, a tall, terrifying shadow stepped into the doorway. Dante. His black shirt was torn, soaked through with dark crimson blood from his bleeding side. He held a heavy tactical rifle in his right hand, his face splattered with fresh blood, his golden eyes blazing with an unhinged, lethal fury that looked entirely inhuman. Behind him, the corridor was quiet—lined only with the fallen bodies of Costa’s outer guards.

The vampire held her, trying to keep her standing. He looked at Dave sharply, his eyes flashing. His fangs were sharp, and he looked so bloodthirsty. Dave only raised an eyebrow. He was with a full line of his pack members when the vampire was alone with the useless she-wolf in his arms. Dante growls. "The deal is made." "You'll get out of here safely." 'You. Maybe your people do not' Dante carried Angeline away.

" Kael asked. This was the part Dante didn't want to share. The part he'd planned to keep to himself. He didn’t want to add to their worries. But looking at his brothers now—at Alpha’s barely controlled fury, at Kael's calculating stare—he knew he couldn't lie. Not about this. "I had a dream," Dante said quietly. Alpha's eyes flashed. "A nightmare." Dante ran a hand through his hair. "About witches. Thirteen of them, wearing tattered cloaks, chasing me through a cemetery. They wanted payment for the blood spell we did to save the baby. They almost killed me."

Prophecy of Blood and Moon Long before Maverick Delacroix and Odessa Kingsleigh ever stood beneath the same sky, the world itself had begun to whisper. Ancient texts—half-burned, half-forgotten—spoke of a convergence marked by omens rather than dates. They told of a night when the moon would bleed silver instead of light, when roses would bloom black at dawn, and when shadows would no longer know which master they served. Vampires called it The Crimson Turning. The neko elders named it The Hour of Unbinding. Different tongues, same dread. In those prophecies, two figures always appeared at the center of the unraveling.

"So, you really care for that lady. I knew you'd be this mad, Lost Boy!" Spitting the blood from the blows impact, the Lost Boy lift a side of his mouth up. "I ain't no Lost Boy anymore. The name is Tenshi, Nisemono!" "Well then, Let's see who he made stronger!" Both their mad faces amused the Angel of Death who was watching just beside a tree nearby their battle ground. "How perfect this is! The old and the new mission fighting for a girl!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands, eyes wide at the sight in front of him.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

saying he cheered himself While others gave confused smile, but next instant they were surprised and shock listening to him Sinha and play Piano 'Baby I wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel Ever since a child he grew up listening to love Heard the stories of Devil's how they were smitten Heard the stories of Angel's how they fallen on earth Never once he believed that Angel's are real and Devil's get's it one He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Dev

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is. Dante doesn't look like he is 33, he is such a fine young man with an evil heart. I hate him, I hate his guy, I hate everything about him.

He splutters, taking a seat with me on his knee, the girl starts to giggle shaking her head. “We are calling you luna because drake is our alpha, me and Ben are his betas and mark is his gamma” My jaw drops as I look back at drake “They are all staring at him because they are scared of him, he is alpha drake moon of the blood moon pack” My face falls, as I gasp turning around I slap his shoulder “You big dick you let me go on and on” He howls in laughter again as the crowd around us gasp at me hitting him