Gambar Black Angel Mga Nobela at Kwento

ANGELA. I was walking in the school hallway going to our classroom when I suddenly saw a tall man with a black backpack worn over his left shoulder walking ahead of me. Just by the way that he walks and the way he wore his bag, and of course from his all-black outfit, I think I already know who he is. It’s Lucifer. I’m really happy that he’s starting to attend our classes again. After all, even if he’s already intelligent and he seems not to have any reasons to study anymore because his family is already rich, I think it’s still important to go to school to learn things that one cannot get anywhere.

Nothing about me was normal. Angel wings were supposed to be white, silver or gold. Pure. Holy. Mine were black. Black and sharp enough to cut people open. Tears burned behind my eyes. What was I? “Don’t let her escape!” someone shouted suddenly. The others surged forward again. Panic slammed into me. I stumbled backward, my heel catching on something behind me. My bag. I snatched it up instinctively. “Stop her!” Someone hurled a rock. It flew past my head.

Mr Garcia welcomed and Mrs Garcia greeted him with a kiss on the cheek "Thanks, Dad, and what's up for the evening? You look different," Jonathan said looking at his mother "And your son notice and you didn't," Mrs Garcia said looking at Mr Garcia "We are going for the Billionaire's meet," replied Mrs Garcia "O mine, mummy, that is awesome, can I come?" Camila asked "Aww sweety, we only got two tickets to the events. Plus it is just for business deals," she explained and Camila frowned "I would go visit Isabella then," she said in resignation and went up to her room.

Taken aback, the Black Being, remarked. "What! You're IT!" Once the Black Being realized, whom he was on a standoff with. His previously calm demeanor changed immediately. Before, he was not able to see the person. "I can't believe it! IT's truly you! Haha! Today is a good day. I knew it! I knew I'd find you here." The Black Being rejoiced. Regardless of what had happened earlier, he was beyond elated. Although the Black Being had come to this world in search of the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure, he'd never for once, expected that he would find 'IT' so quickly.

, the Elderly lady gave her a sweet smile that caused her skin to scrunch. "Ammo! Why do you call me Angel?", the little girl asked. "Because you are an Angel. My Angel! Your mother's Angel", the Elderly lady said. "But Angel has white wings and a white gown", the Little girl spoke as she was curious to know about the Angel. "You also have wings but it's not visible for us to see", Elderly Lady who was the little girl's Ammo replied to her. "Huh? Ammo your words confused me because my name is AASHMAAN", the Little girl replied to her maternal grandmother.

Her hand met his forearm even before she could try to pull away, and his hand landed on the small of her back to steady her. "Hey, I've got you and this isn't your fault. Nobody could blame you for being a little distracted. Your grandmother just died, for god’s sake." "Oh, Barach, I'm so sorry," Angel gasped, her hand flying up to cover her mouth and hide her absolute shock. "I had no idea it was so bad." Just seeing the woman's reaction, Barach knew she had two options. She could fall apart and

Bullesye. "Clean this fucking mess and the whole area." I ordered before walking away from the cursed blooded place. "Oh my gosh! What happened to you Gray? Are you okay? Why are you bathing in blood. I'm going to faint this time, omo." Angel was overdramatic, giving herself air through her hands making a fan. Argh, my patience is getting thinner this time.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

"If you're an angel, then why are your wings black?" He didn't answer but just limited himself to looking at me, debating whether to tell me something or not. But maybe his wings were black because he was an angel of darkness, right? There is no other explanation. Good angels usually have white wings and are beings of light. But he has black wings. I don't know why but it scared me. —Carolina, there are so many things I have to tell you —she puts a hand to her hair and ruffles it— but not here, we can... can we go to your apartment? We need more privacy.

“Yes. Matthew is on his way as well. I don't know what he plans on doing, but you, Gilas, will have to hold off those mercenaries until he gets here.” “I will.” “Pix, gather all the fairies. We also have to do something. After that, go get Matthew’s friends at the campsite. You know where it is, right?” Belle ordered Pix. “Yes, right away!” Pix executed the order and went on her way. “Belle, who are these mercenaries?” Gilas asked while looking around for any signs of those people. “According to Matthew, they’re called the Black Angels. He said that these people are the most wanted group in the world. In other words, they are dangerous and powerful.”