Hells Angels Manga Novels & Stories

As if Angelica knew this too, she broke her silence, as she says to him, “Go to hell.” As the words left her lips, one of the hellhounds leaped for the heir, well another one let out a menacing howl, making the heir turn just in the nick of time to see his fate. There was no time for the heir to react, as the hellhound took the heir to the ground, and his flames wrapped around the heir like chains, binding the heir from moving. My eyes moved to the other two hellhounds standing behind the one that had the heir pinned to the ground, worried that the heir wasn’t the only one that they were here for, but then the one shifted into a manlike figure, stepping towards us.

“It looks like the contract will punish you for stranding me in Hell, so you’d better help me out.” The angel’s features fell. “Hades, any further attempts to restrain this she-wolf contravenes section ten, sub-section—” Hades snarled, cutting off the angel’s words. “Which part of this fucking handbook says you’re entitled to help thieves of souls?” Azriel bristled. “As far as I know, all I need to do is help her out of Hell.”

Rather than fearing for her own life, she feared for his. A taxi, speeding past the heavy drops of rain honked at Lucius. He had his arms spread wide open. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back to face the angry heavens. Ironic. He mentally scoffed. It seemed a Devil is asking for the heavens above to take his life and ask for forgiveness. He wouldn't do that. The Angels, especially God himself were and still are not in good terms with him. He hated their annoying trumpet sounds, their smiles, and their colorful, cloudy lands. Plus, the gates, why would they have a heavenly, golden gate? His kingdom never has one.

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.

Damien's POV "What the fuck is going on?" I fumed, pulling Red against my side protectively, just as a semi-shifted male hurtled towards us, teeth snapping menacingly. A smaller, darker wolf charged behind him, sinking its teeth into the half-human, stopping him from launching an assault on Red and I. My eyes widened in alarm as I watched the pair wrestle for the higher ground until they finally rolled out of sight. Locking eyes with my angel, checking her over quickly, our heads snapped in the direction the beasts had disappeared; a defeated wail penetrated the dim woods around us, bouncing off the trees aimlessly

He was the one with the power to command fire. “Sigh. Ogre is not going to like this. I must finish this myself.” Professor Huckleberry sighed in annoyance. Then he picked up the book he was reading to return to it. If Kylie had seen the cover page, she would have been stunned. For the book Professor Huckleberry was one that she was familiar with. At least, she was familiar with its first volume. It was the book that had told her the legends of the archangels and their war in heaven. For the cover page read… Origins and Curse of the New Moon: Volume II

The chaos around him unfolded like a pattern, something he could read, something he could control. A blade of darkness cut toward him from above. He stepped forward instead of back. Light formed instantly in his hand, deflecting the strike while his other hand moved without hesitation, driving a focused surge of energy into his opponent’s core. The devil was thrown back, crashing through a floating fragment before catching himself, skidding across its surface. Not defeated. But shaken. Aurelian did not pursue. Another attack was already coming. To his left, one of the angels had engaged two opponents at once, holding position but losing ground. The difference in rhythm was clear. Heaven foug

Still, they also showed signs of exhaustion and malnourishment. “Where am I?” I whispered in a very low voice, I wasn’t sure if the girl I addressed my question to heard what I said or not. It was the same one who talked to me. She had jet black, long, straight hair that looked like it hasn’t been combed or washed in days. One side of her face was fully hidden by her hair. There was a thin, black headband on her forehead. It gave her a very creepy appearance. “Unofficially… you’re in hell. Officially, you’re in the King’s pack” she said sympathetically.

Fennel and Philip looked at each other before walking toward the manor’s entrance. Suddenly, ten burly men with tattoos all over their bodies rushed out of the manor. They were outrageously stout like gorillas! Fennel and Philip stopped at the same time. The former stared coldly at the ten burly men rushing out and said softly, “Be careful. These ten people are the Hellhounds of the Hall of Evil, the top ten killing machines under the Dark Angels. Their combat level should be between the third and fourth zones. Although it’s not particularly high, their bodies have undergone special transformations. Once their power is fully unleashed, they can reach the peak strength of the fourth zone!”

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.