Dante Blood Angels 소설 & 이야기

This caused me to pause for a moment and look up. I expected to see Angus, but instead, I saw Dante in human form leaping toward them. His leap was so long that he passed me, and everything happened in slow motion. The next thing I knew, he was on top of both men, his hands squeezing their throats to death. The person I had just kicked in the ball was about to flee, but I caught him in time. Dante left their throats just before they were about to die and punched them in the heads, knocking them out, and as he turned around to look at the only remaining men, he pissed in his pants and passed out without even Dante touching him.

He had the scars of a soldier who'd fought too many wars. My eyes traced the tattoo of the kneeling fallen angel, and I wondered what it meant. Of all the tattoos he could get, why that of a fallen angel. He didn't look back as I entered the room, didn't acknowledge me as I stood behind him. "I need to go, Mr Damien," I whispered, because I wanted to go. Needed to go. "Go where?" "Home. I can't keep staying here like this, I need to go back to the church."

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

“ “I just remembered. One of our warriors, Darcy, she went and never returned. Her mate is the Alpha of the rogue pack, yes?” I nod. “Yes. The most amazing Alpha. Trust me, she’s very lucky.” “He’s lucky too,” he says, voice soft. “Darcy is an angel. She was best friends with my mate.” My heart drops. “Oh, I’m…” “Please don’t apologize,” he cuts in. “Sometimes I miss her. We used to talk about her all the time.” “What was her name?” “Who?” “Your mate,” I murmur. “What was her name?”

Ran a hand through his hair. Covered in sweat and the smell of liquor. Looking like a damn model. Angel looked down. The suits were on the floor. One was unconscious and breathing. The other one was cursing—holding his knee. Angel can smell the blood. Salty. Coppery. ‘Who the hell is this guy?’ **

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

“Let’s end this shit.” “Together,” he says, voice steady, gripping my hand. “Always,” I say, shadows flaring. “You sure you’re up for this?” “Barely,” he admits, light flickering. “But I’m not backing down—like the hunter attack.” “Hell yeah,” I say, smirking, pride burning. “You were a badass there.” Dante’s with us, blood crusted from the vampire uprising, shadows sharp but tired. “This is gonna be a damn mess,” he mutters, cracking knuckles, leaning against a pillar.

Into the open space between the two forces. I follow, staying just behind her like she ordered. The late afternoon sun is blinding after being inside. I squint against it. And see him. Dante. Standing in the center of his men. Arms crossed. Face carved from stone. But his eyes... Oh god. His eyes are red. Not gold like I've always seen. Not the amber-gold of his Lycan side. Red. Pure, burning red Like blood. Like fire. Like nothing I've ever seen before.

Ahlum said, regaining her posture, going back to join Sir Zuka and others while all of them turned to Katastrofi again, prepared for his next attack. “You shall regret your actions now.” Snarling, he tapped his scythe again and called upon another dimension to the real world, much harder and darker than the one they had faced till now. “Requiem Of Blood.” Upon casting this spell, the night grew darker with crimson shades, horrifying everyone when the scarlet clouds began to emerge as from them Angels of death emerged. In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze.

Dante’s voice was a low dangerous growl. He didn’t wait for an answer instead lunged across the room and grabbed Angelo by the front of his shirt and shoved him hard against the bookshelf. Books rattled. “Dante no!” I screamed. “Stop it!” Angelo didn’t fight back he just let Dante hold him there letting Dante hit him . “Is this what you do now Uncle?” Angelo spat the word. “You spend all your time hooking up with your ex-wife keeping her under the same roof as your actual wife, and then you get to punch me for offering comfort?”