Novel & Cerita My Beast Is The 12-winged Angel

He did not know about how long, but she was fine right now. “ You took away my family. I know you won't kill her until I get to you. You will want to kill her in front of my eyes because you are a sick bastard. So just you wait, I will come to you sooner than you expect. Until then... ” Beast turned around his eyes meeting The Hellion's worried eyes. “ If you hurt even a strand of hair on my Angel's head, I will rip you apart in tiny pieces and feed you to your own people before killing them. ” He hissed viciously.

Spectators from every faction scrambled back, their hearts gripped by terror as Chase's Supreme presence spread like a tidal wave—vast, unstoppable, divine. But the Pope of Light only laughed. "Yes, Chase! That's what I wanted! Let's see the power that even the leader of the Zonia Sect himself fears!" The radiant form of the Radiant One behind him shattered and vanished. And in its place rose something even more blinding. A massive, mythic figure—an angelic phantom with 12 burning wings stretching across the sky, each one glowing with divine brilliance. It was a 12-Winged Seraph! "Chase!" Pope of Light roared.

If Noah was a normal mercenary without the Void Steps, even if he were at the Intermediate Stage, he would be heavily injured if not dead by now. Alyssa jumped into the air with her sword pointed at the beast. On her back, were a pair of marvelous dark feathered wings that spanned about 3 meters boosting her speed and lethality. Behind her was the image of a dark feathered Phoenix that radiated with magnificence. Obviously, as someone with an Emperor Grade Battlesoul, she could manifest it at the beginning of her cultivation. With an Adept Stage strength, it could manifest even more. Dark Angel Sword: Dark Radiance!

Also, there is a strange beauty to him that is inhuman, and the wings behind his back make me understand why people call these creatures angels. Feathered wings as dark as night, alluringly beautiful yet belonging to a creature so lethal and incredibly reckless, it's almost poetic they got wings. "Breakfast," His voice booms through the air, and I notice his eyes are the color of midnight. "I wonder what twins will taste like?" More tears drip down at the ground. I heard angels were large, but really? The twins look like toys in the angel's hand! "This is wrong!" I scream. "I know," Bailey hugs me to him. "Adam might look serene, but like every angel, he is a monster,"

I'd gone to bed exhausted, my mind spinning with everything I'd learned about Kael's past and the people who'd died, but sleep brought no peace. Instead, I was thrust into memories that weren't my own—fragments of that terrible night bleeding through our bond. *Silver eyes blazing with uncontrolled rage. Claws tearing through flesh. Screams echoing off stone walls. The metallic taste of blood in the air. Children running, crying, falling...* *No, not children. Please, not the children.* *But the beast couldn't hear the reason. Could only kill, destroy, eliminate every threat it perceived and everything was a threat now. Everything had to die.*

Water dripped down his chest, each drop tracing the lines of carved muscle that looked like someone sculpted him from stone. Broad shoulders. Deep-cut abs. A V-line that should’ve been illegal. My mouth literally fell open. Xavier leaned lazily against the doorframe, arms crossed, towel tightening around his waist. A slow, sinful smirk curved his lips. “Looking for me, sweetheart?”

Jones leapt high and he slashed Mysterious who stood unfazed, Mysterious kicked Jones down causing him to crash on a tree, Mysterious dodged the sword attacks of Felix Atlantian sword and he leapt high, Mysterious landed behind Felix and he blasted Felix down with full force. " This Bitch! " Felix roared as he stood up immediately and Mysterious smirked. " Seems like This Assholes are strong, Let me show them what I can do " Mysterious smirked and he transformed into his golden beast form with huge angelic wings and The Golden beast roared at Felix who smirked and he skillfully swing his sword ready to attack The Golden beast.

she whispers, “but it feels like betrayal.” Before I can respond, divine light shimmers and parts the air. Zeus arrives first, radiant in storm-forged armor. “What happened here?” he asks, eyes hard on mine. I rise, letting my wings unfold to their full span, feathers glinting like starlight drawn taut over thunder. I stand tall out of respect and to remind the broken souls around us what an angel truly is. The wolf beneath Lorna gasps. She smiles at him, murmuring, “Don’t worry. He’s just puffing up for his boss.”

The beast was twice the height of a muscular man she’d ever seen—with a bone crest, four split jaws that open like a flower of fangs. ​His eyes had no pupils, only pits of endless night that could reflect my deepest fear. His body was covered in jagged obsidian scales and raw muscles; bone plates protruded like armor from his spine and limbs. Her hand flew to her mouth as she took a step back at the sight of his claws, long enough to pierce through her body in one swipe. Fear clawed in Kaerith's chest as her fingers shakily found the simple ties at her waist and loosened them.

Damascus had pulled his own hand to his chest and rubbed the spot lightly. He wasn’t sure why, but the feeling was more than just a case of static electricity. Damascus looked at Amara and wondered if there was something more to his wingless angel that met the naked eye.