Dante Blood Angels Novels & Stories

"Melanie… Angie… Don't worry. I won't let a single person who hurt you off the hook. The news was showing a livestream of the celebration party held in Cody's honor. Dressed in a suit, he reveled in the glory of being chosen as Young Entrepreneur of the Year. Derek's eyes were bloodshot as he hurled the knife at the screen in rage. "Why does a murderer like him get to walk free, while you two are no longer here with me!" The bodyguards exchanged a glance before throwing me forward. When Derek saw my face, he froze for a moment before breaking into a sinister smile. Clutching me by the throat, he snarled, "It's you! You killed Angie and Melanie!" He rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a massive

Sometimes she is messing with the students but I didn’t care. “Hailey.” I called her using a low voice so no one would think I’ve gone crazy for talking by myself. She stopped playing on her toes and face me taking her feet down to the floor. “Yes?” “Angelo is a demon?” She gave me a shrug. “And how can you still be here? My Birthday is done.” “Angelo asked me to watch over you,” she said. “Why would he do that?” I lean my back on the chair acting as normal as possible so no one would think I’m crazy.

I breathes lowly. "From what I've heard, you're a murderer?" He's so close now, I can practically feel his breath against his face. Every fine detail of his face is now visible for me to see, but I can't spot many flaws. His brow creases. "And who told you that?" "Noble's." "Angel bloods. No surprise, is it?" I draw in a breath. No, I suppose not. Angel-bloods have fought against Demon's for centuries. They tried to eradicate them, and when they failed, they have chased down every living Demon to finish the job.

Dante returns back in human form and attempts to distract Rio with his malicious words. “Their blood is on you. They would have been still alive if it weren’t for you who gave them the courage to defy me, their Alpha. These cowards are fine back when they are hiding in the dark, keeping their sentiments to themselves. But because of you, giving them false hope, they thought they could win this war. Now, look at them soaked with their own blood, lifeless. Shame on you packless werewolf.” How good is Dante making people look like they are the ones to be blamed rather than he?

And it worked, although my insides twisted. Anyway, this sacrifice was not in vain. I managed to crash the program and make the camera image near the 'Mad Dog' cell disappear for a while. I had time to talk to him, learn the names of the 'Scarlet Angels', and even see what they looked like, or at least what they looked like from his perspective. Laurens Vermeulen may be a murderer, but he has an artistic talent. His drawing of the 'Scarlet Angels' is almost like a photo - it looks so realistic and has so many details! I'm still surprised how he could remember so much while that these creatures tortured him. But what's more important, I finally got to know their appearance. Of course, I wasn'

That moment he knew what he had to do. That night he practiced alone in their gym, honing every ability he had in preparation of confronting the council. While many of the angels on the council were incredibly powerful and well versed in combat, he still believed he had an advantage. Pureblood angels were always believed to be stronger, despite their tendency to fall from heaven due to violent tendencies. Ash wasn't entirely sure of his feelings for the demon king, but he planned on defending them even if it meant giving his life for it. Throughout the night the sounds of his training echoed through the darks, but no one dared intervene.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Eden - or the black-haired apprentice wizard who was trying his best to coddle his brother - automatically shook his finger and charmed a few Clean spells on the floor before Balan forced him to do this. He groused: "I didn't write it on the test!" The First Blood fang of a vampire was the fang that fell out after they reach adulthood. It was very soft but had a wonderful protective effect - especially when it had a little bit of magic of elf - and was extremely, extremely, extremely sensitive to magical rituals involving blood. Balan sincerely prayed to all the gods that had ever been in the world that that young fang - damn it, he was infected with Eden's word habit - would be able to prot

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