Highschool Dxd Angels Novels & Stories

Xander shouted excitedly. Blue confetti flew from one of the balloons that Xander had poked. He pulled Angel into his arms. They hugged each other under the confetti that rained down on them both. “Congratulations to you, Angel. You're going to have a baby boy." “This is a great gift. I will have a son who will protect me from the cruelty of the world.” “What about Dylan? Will he not protect you from the cruelty of the world?” Angel did not answer Xander's question. The smile on her face turned into a flat expression that was shadowed by bitterness. Angel slowly let go of the hug, then walked away after saying goodbye to Xander.

There is a wide grin on her face as she looks between us. My eyebrow quirks up. "Uh, I think we might need an explanation for that one," I say slowly, glancing over to see Daniel just as confused. "Hybrids are more powerful than normal angels, right? So, we break them out of rehab and have them help us take down the Council!" Daniel lets out an incredulous snort. "Are you insane? Do you remember how high security was there?" "Yes, but I have also seen the strength of your pack. Plus, Ana is probably one of the most powerful angels in the world now that she's got her wings back.

Before my fist could even tap, the doors opened first. My eyes widened. Azrael stood there wearing a mask. My smile slowly grew. “Well...” I stepped closer. “Looks like I’ll be meeting my Angel tonight.” His smile turned dark. Sensual. He caught my waist and pulled me against him. “You catch on so quickly, my kitten. Welcome back to The Angel's Den.” A giggle escaped me when his forehead touched mine. "It's good to be back." His expression softened. “I love that sound so fucking much.”

Xanders pov I sat alone on the edge of the roof of a building somewhere in the heart of the city, trying to ignore the general cacophony that was the city's ever-present heartbeat, mulling over the fight I'd had with Azeazel, I couldn't understand the old man's reasoning most angels never found their mates, it was a very rare thing, he should be happy for me, trying his best to help me claim her, and protect her, ensuring she stayed safe, not trying to keep us apart, it was common knowledge that when an angel found his mate, it made him stronger, not weaker.

Damien sat down on the couch opposite us and began to explain, “We are hunters, Freya. We're descendant from the archangel's themselves. The archangel's reproduced long ago, with strong humans, in the hope of creating the ultimate hunters,” he paused to see if I was keeping up. I nodded for him to continue. “Our human half means we are bound to this world, and our Angel side means we are stronger and faster than regular humans. We also heal extremely fast, and we can sense when supernatural beings are around. You following so far?” He asked me.

Groans and wails were coming from everywhere. A girl who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen stood on the table with her hands on her hips. She scowled fiercely and said in a soft tone, “Hmph, what Hell’s Angels? It should be Trash Angels! Every single one of you is useless. You can’t even produce a single decent warrior. With just this, how dare you call yourselves kings of the underground? Pah! From today, I will be your elder sister, and you will listen to me.

His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance. Kram came near them with frowning eyes and lips, all the angels immediately stood up for they knew that there was something bad that happened the moment they looked at the Archangel’s expression. They slowly formed a line before him and bowed down their heads as they knelt one knee above the ground, as a respect for their superior. “What’s the matter, Kram?” Xhagreb asked, one of the male angels, an old man around 2000 years old, who was guiding the little angels, his face was wrinkled but it was smooth and white as snow.

"There's one, no, four of them." "Four?" Mom asks, her voice exaggerates. "Mad, it's okay; I can take care of myself." "Angel, your mom has to know that there are bad people on our campus, and we got your back even though we know you can handle these things by yourself." I only reply with a brief smile on my face. What can I do? He seems so nice that I can't disagree with him anymore. "That's good to know, Maddox. Angel, you know you don't have to hide these things from me. I wish to meet the other two friends you have, Angel."

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.

He was always minding his business and saw Lacian's irritation for him as a normal way of life. All the Angels in Dulmore had a mark at the left side of their chest. It was a kind of big Loop in circles with a lock in the middle of it. When a seed is borne, Ichabod personally instills the mark on their chest, welcoming them to the deepest celestial pit and brotherhood of Dulmore. It would be a big festival, because new born seeds are rare and would always occur, thrice in a year.