Novel & Cerita Dante Blood Angels

In the middle of the night, a fiery chariot came to a stop in the firmament, on the chariot stood a Celestia beauty, his long white hair was adorned with a majestic golden crown carved into the shape of of the sun, the white dress he wore danced to the tune of the night wind, it shone in the dark night as his body radiates the sun. Zeus cast his glowing eyes on his three sons whose appearance screams the aftermath of war, muscular bodies scathe with bad slashes , batters and bruises of all shapes, the eyes of this three young men were the color of blood tinted with stubbornness and anger will a strong hatred carefully sandwiched between them. Their surroundings were marred by the aftermath o

''I accept. I sign my sentence with these demons. The two give sideways smiles, almost identical. ''My name is Lucifer D'Angelo, the one next to me is my brother, Damon D'Angelo. It's not that they are demons, they even have their names. ''You are ours now, Thomas. Better not forget about it.''says coldly. As if that were possibl

Dante was unstoppable. In that instant of despair, a memory shone in my mind, a distant voice. The words of Dara, the seer: "Your powers will help you a lot... the power of the catalyst... Your blood will be the key." My blood. The same one Dante had used to transform himself. A decision, cold and terrifying, formed in my mind. It was the only way out. Without hesitation, I drew I took a dagger from the wolves of the Middle East. The blade glinted in the light of dawn. I looked at Dante, who at that moment had Nicola pinned down, about to deliver a killing blow.

“Maybe I’ll keep her once she has given birth to my children. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a pet. Or maybe I’ll sell her off, let someone else put that pretty cunt to good use.” The demon stood back, leaning down to pick Kade up, tossing him away like a piece of rubbish. Burning red eyes turned on the fallen-angel who was still trying to complete the summoning spell. A cruel laugh echoed through the room as Dante walked over the bodies of fallen fighters from both sides. His amusement was only tempered by his rage and the feral glint in his eyes. “Do you honestly think a pathetic summoning spell will stop me?” He growled. “I’ve been planning for this moment for years, Lucien. Don’t y

The thick blood stain across the floor. Damon got out of the car too, he exchanged glances with Angela like they communicated words to each other. He walked to her and took her hands. Just then the main entrance door was pushed open with a force. Antonio was standing there frozen for a second,as if he had seen a ghost staring down at them. Angela wondered what happened to him,soaked with blood and fresh cuts. Then he stormed toward them, his fury barely contained. Angela glitched nervously unsure what her punishment would be but since Damon told her that Antonio will never kill her,she had a bit of hope.

He said quietly. “You shouldn’t have come at all.” I snarled hatefully. “I didn’t want you. I only wanted Daddy. Only him—” The words barely came out of my venomous lips when Vincent’s eyes flashed with something dark and furious. It lasted for a few seconds before he buried it again beneath that calm exterior. “Daniel’s not coming back, Angel.” His voice remained gentle despite whatever raged beneath his darkened eyes. “He’s gone. For good.” He said.

Anine asked. "Your daughter needs the blood of the deity on it. When he appeares in human form, give him a cut. Do not wrestle with him. Just a cut. The blood of that body he uses is the only thing that is needed on this sword. Ajonwa is a Spirit but he uses the body to wreak havoc. Get the blood on the sword and he would be no more. "He would kill me!" Anine said almost loudly. "Once his blood touches the sword, he would be rendered powerless and he will never use that body again. Can you do it? Consider the generation yet unborn and what he would do to them. Remember what he did to you, would you allow him to do it to another?"

“Dante! No! No, no, no!” Bianca screamed, her voice tearing at the humid night air. Dante hit the dirt like a felled oak. The sound was flat and heavy, a dead weight that shook the ground beneath her knees. He didn't groan. He didn't gasp. His body just gave up. Bianca lunged forward, catching his head before it cracked against a protruding root. Her hands disappeared into the sudden, terrifying heat of his back. It was wet. Soaking. The copper tang of fresh blood filled her nose, drowning out the scent of the burning mansion.

“You really thought killing my mother would be the end? The True Blood was always just the beginning. The cartel is done waiting. They want your bloodline or your head. And I’ve already given them both options.” He pressed the detonator. The hospital behind them exploded in a massive fireball. The shockwave threw everyone to the ground. When the smoke cleared, Dante was already gone — escaped in the chaos. Marco was alive. But the message was clear. The True Blood had powerful new allies. And the war for the soul of the families had just reached a terrifying new level. To be continued…

My hands were cold, and I stared at the screen again. “It is not his empire,” I said. "This is his bloodline." Footsteps resounded outside the room. The door opened. Dino stood with an unreadable expression. "You found something," he said. I swung around and looked at him a-throbbing. "Yes," I replied. His eyes sharpened. "What did you find, Drina?" I turned back and looked at the screen, and then at the man whose name had plagued all corners of my life. "A ghost," I said. "And it belongs to your family."