Dante Blood Angels Novels & Stories

Dracaryx replied. "So Paula gave Yedam the blood and he ran mad and killed her, Valerie said. "Exactly, such a smart boy" Dracaryx praised him. Dante rolled his eyes at their flirting, if Valerie thought he was keeping whatever he had with Dracaryx a secret, he was failing miserably, maybe he should take some lessons from Camilla, Dante thought to himself. "well the both of you remain here, make sure no one gets in here", Dante said as he snapped pictures of the scene and forwarded it to Antonio telling him to call an alliance meeting. He drove back to the house.

And suddenly…I knew exactly how I wanted to spend it. Me: I'm off today. Three dots appeared almost immediately. Angel: Come see me. I smiled. Me: Now? Is the Den even open this early? Angel: It opens when I say it does. A laugh escaped me. Arrogant bastard. Me: I'll be there soon. Angel: I'll be waiting, kitten. My stomach fluttered. The Angel's Den felt completely different during the day. Mostly because it was empty. No music. No masked strangers. No bartenders. Just the quiet elegance of black marble, burgundy furniture and gold. My heels echoed through the enormous room.

Wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I'd disgraced Dante. In front of everyone. Then Dante moved. His fangs erupted, longer and sharper than any wolf's. His claws extended, black and deadly. In one blink, his hand was wrapped around Daemon's throat, lifting him off the ground. Those claws pierced skin, drawing blood that dripped onto the marble floor. Dante's eyes—they weren't gold anymore. They were red. Bright, burning red. "Say that again," Dante's voice came out wrong, layered with something inhuman. "I dare you."

I can feel his rage, his protective fury, as if it's my own. And then he's there. He materializes from the shadows like something born from nightmare—tall and broad-shouldered, dressed in dark leather and a long coat that seems to be woven from smoke itself. His face is partially hidden by a black mask that covers the lower half, leaving only his eyes visible. Those eyes. Silver and burning with an unholy light. The soldiers freeze, and I hear one of them choke out a single word. "Bloodwraith." Kael doesn't speak. He just moves.

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

I grabbed the hem of Felix's shirt, fixed a pitiful expression on my face, and mumbled, "I believe you, Felix." Felix's expression softened as he helped me back to my feet. Taking advantage of the fact that the other wolves' attention was still on us, I retrieved a document from my bag and handed it to Felix. "I accidentally recorded your pup's blood type as AB when I registered his information last time. The truth is, his blood type is O." Felix's face twisted as he snatched the document from me. An eerie silence descended upon the hall. Everyone knew that all the wolves of the Blackrock pack had type-AB blood, making it impossible for a pup with type-O blood to exist in the pack.

It turned out that people like them eventually meet someone worse. I lowered the brim of my cap and turned to leave, not wanting to be recognized. However, fate has a twisted sense of humor. My leather shoe stepped on a dry leaf. Crunch. Brian's head snapped up. Our eyes met. His eyes went wide. Like he had seen a ghost. Or a savior. "Bro?!" That single shout drew everyone's attention. My dad looked up, too, a flicker of light in his eyes. "Chester… Chester!"

He took a seat on one of the chairs leaning back in a relaxed manner. "Correction, we don't call it the Blood Moon war. The perfect term for that is Geblutkrieg, I know it may sound complicated to pronounce this is what the Necrokeep shared to us. In the human world this is a European language. I'm sure you know it already that the Northern mountains separates us from the European region. The war started over at the North until the demons slowly attacked the Southern region of the Supernatural world. It was a bloody war of course, no one wants to talk about it." Passadio continued on. Iris stared at a big map plastered on the wall from afar. There are many things she wanted to accomplish rig

Tommy walked over to Iris and pulled her hand slowly toward the table. He then took out a knife and suddenly slashed her index finger. The movement was so fast that Iris herself didn't have time to wince in pain. "Only the blood of Hunters can kill demons. And you are a Hunter, Iris. You are destined to possess that blood to exterminate demons." Eva said while collecting Iris's blood drop into a stainless steel container. Iris winced in pain as Tommy deliberately pressed hard against the incision on her index finger to force the blood to stop flowing out. Then he wrapped the incision with a cloth and gave her a lemon.

Someone to lead his army. “I won’t hurt her, as long as you continue to collect souls. The minute the souls stop coming in, I will torment her far worse than I ever had you tormented. It doesn’t matter if she is my daughter.” Lucifer replied. He smiled as Daniel was lifted in the air. He screamed as wings the color of midnight sprang from his back. When his eyes turned the same color, the ground caught fire. The scared little puritan boy who had come to Hell thinking it was a mistake, was gone. He was now an Angel of the Damned and he was coming for souls.