Dante Blood Angels Novels & Stories

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

When the guy took out his gun and aimed it at Dante , the moment I tried to stand between them to ask them to drop their guns Angelo pulled the trigger and shot me instead . © #KCMmuoe

the Dantes said in unison, their voices creating a harmonic resonance that vibrated through the steel floor. The real Dante—my Dante—stood between me and the army of his own ghosts. His back was a wall of corded muscle, his breathing ragged and shallow. The "Blood Protocol" wasn't just a flicker now; it was a bonfire, a desperate attempt to override the system that was trying to replace him.

Strike them down, but never kill them! The office broke into complete mayhem. It was a nightmare of a battle. The warriors of Dante were well trained yet it was so hard to restrain their deadly blows on their enemies who fought with suicidal and rabid aggression. The Blood-Bound Alphas leaped upon the Black Summit guards, tearing and biting unnaturally with unnatural power.

"You can't contain an 'Extinction-Level' event in a human soul, Dante! You'll burn up before the link even stabilizes!" "Then I’ll burn," Dante said, a sad, beautiful smile touching his lips. He reached out and caught a tear that escaped my eye, his thumb rough and warm against my skin. "Better to burn out protecting the only thing that ever mattered to me than to live in a world that my son ate." He turned toward the orb, his wings—one violet, one red—unfurling to their maximum span. He looked like a fallen angel ready to catch a falling star.

There was no hint of recognition in his fiery eyes as he glared at us, only mindless rage. But of course, he didn't recognise us. He was no different from a mindless animal in this state, driven purely by instinct and fury. Dante belonged to a species of demons whose anger fuelled their strength. The angrier they got, the stronger they became, and of course, they just happened to have very short fuses to complete the whole package. A deadly combination.

Suffocating. Like Death itself had clawed its way through reality and decided to attend the party. And then— BAM! The entrance door slammed open with such brutal force, it snapped off one of its hinges and smashed against the marble wall, leaving a gaping crack. And there he was. Dante. A shadow in human form. Storming in like the embodiment of wrath. Dressed in all black—head to toe—his long coat billowing like wings of a fallen angel. His hands dripped blood.

I stared at them coldly then said each word with finality. "Death be upon those who point their swords to my face in exchange for my people. I, Dante Montenegro from the Blood Moon pack, I build my throne with the skeletons of my enemies,"

Blood from angel and demon alike rains as the aerial armies continue their fight while Damon and I continue ours. As we carve our way through the last of our enemies, I'm drenched in blood. My own and Damon's, but mostly angel blood. It tastes heavy and overly sweet as it splashes into my mouth, making me somewhat nauseous. My chest is heaving as I kill the last of those on the ground around us. I look above, finding our aerial armies easily overpowering and finishing off the last of the angels in the sky. As I look to the left, I see several angels on their knees in front of Father as he levitates above him, no wings in sight, and melts their minds from within after going through them.

My heart raced against my ribcage with each step I took, and seeing my friend’s blood on my hand, I couldn’t help but feel my chest ache. Entering the bathroom, I stared at my reflection for a second as I turned the faucet on to wash the blood off my hands. My eyes held anger, hatred, and darkness like never before, and I knew that all these emotions were directed at ONE person, and one person alone. I, Alpha Dante D’Angelo, will not rest or stop until you are dead, Giovanni D’Angelo. It is time for you to sleep with one eye open, because I am coming for you…