Legend Of The Angel の小説・ストーリー

His cold demeanor seemed to warn others to keep their distance, but his breathtaking handsomeness begged them to come closer. As he stepped out of the jet, the last rays of sunlight danced across his face, casting an ethereal glow. For a moment, he seemed like an angel descending from heaven, his beauty leaving onlookers awestruck and breathless. The air around him vibrated with an aura of power, wealth, and mystery. His gaze swept across the surroundings, his eyes lingering on nothing and no one. He moved with purpose, his strides confident and calculated, leaving a trail of wonder in his wake.

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

:⁠-⁠$ Xavier what are you about to do with your Angel? ser feliz 🌹

And now… now the time was here. "Come," I whispered, raising my hands as old incantations flamed on my lips. "Come, Legion. The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one. The Legion. Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of the world's backbone.

A single lantern sat on the desk. Another man was waiting there. He didn’t look like a rogue. He was dressed in clean, dark clothes. He had cold, calm eyes. He looked at me like I was something he couldn't quite figure out. “Sit, Luna Peniel,” he said. I didn’t sit. “Who are you?” “You can call me the Angel ,” he said. “I work for someone who is very interested in you.” My blood went cold. Henry. He was the only one I knew right now who could do this.

“Hey at least we know the Council isn’t just a bunch of pussies, they actually have a valid reason to want you dead.” I gape at her. ”That’s what you got from all this?” “Yeah, well that and we know that you’re a badass hybrid―your dad was Lucifer, the evilest angel to walk the earth, and your mom was the purest angel on earth. That’s a pretty cool mix.” “This is not cool at all!” “It’s super cool! It means you’re the most powerful angel in the world!” My eyebrows furrow as I stare at her. “No it doesn’t.”

Monique’s face twitched. That man had a meaningful look in his eyes, she knew his question had not been a literal one. What a pervert and a bully… “Daddy, you’re amazing!” Angel praised, and her eyes had been gleaming. Henry looked at Angel, he smiled and said, “Angel is much more sensible.” Monique snorted, “What’s so amazing about it, I can do it too.” “Really?” He raised his brows. “Angels are subject not only to God but also to Christ, who is described as hereafter to return to judgment.” Monique explained.

Levi, though beaten black and blue, grasped Maleficent’s arms ad he tried to hide her from the angel’s sight. A mocking whistle rang amidst the downpour of rain. “And who’s this winged Halfling? And my lord, what a body!” “I thought that angels are the direct opposite of demons. I think, you better suit in the Nether World, son of Gabriel.” Levi, who was kneeling atop the Basilisk’s head, stood up while holding his damaged left arm. His tails were barely moving after being burnt by the holy fire. So Cent flew at the center of the two, creating distance between her and Levi while crossing the distance between her and the son of Gabriel, who was startled from her movement.

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

The light that had not stopped devouring since it was released from the orb, stopped when it met this gang. It gradually grew smaller, but it was still big enough to destroy the castle and those in it. "This is the savior of the world...." The light spoke..for ten thousand years, it has never met people with abilities such as these two. "The first and last of this world, Madeline Rothschild, born of Barron the high elf and Reyna the angel of light...." Angel of light, her mother was the angel of light, Madeline looked at the sun and suddenly felt she saw her mother's face in it.