My Beast Is The 12-winged Angel の小説・ストーリー

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

LUCY. Beast and Angel initially wanted to run back together to the packhouse, but Angel was sore and tired, so they decided Adan and I could take charge. But I was sleepy, and we didn’t want anyone to see Adan’s wings without having the time to explain first.

His beast was a majestic black, with a blue glowing marking that pulsed like a heartbeat, a sign of his incredible abilities. As his beast took control, Raphael felt a boundless wave of fierce exhilaration, his wings outstretched as he soared through the skies, the wind whipping past him in a wild caress. His wings pounded the air with a rhythmic intensity, every beat resonating deep within his soul. This was true freedom, the unbridled power he had been longing for, and it felt like his soul had taken flight, he soared with great ease as if he were born to do this.

His chiseled features were borderline cruel, but his eyes…there was something familiar about his steely gray eyes. I was struck with a mix of emotions but fear surprisingly wasn't among them. I knew that I was going to die at the hands of The Beast, but yet I welcomed it. For reasons that I can't explain, my life suddenly felt meaningless. The Beast roared, “Offering accepted,” before his clawed finger slashed my bindings. The Beast was a huge winged creature with horns and piercing red eyes. He was the devil and we all knew the price if we crossed him. My life would spare humanity until he came to collect again. Before everything went black, all I remember was touching his face with my hand

WAR ANGEL #4 : It’s Beelzebub ARCHANGEL #5 : So these guys are really serious with storming heaven’s gate with everything they’ve got ARCHANGEL #6 : Urghh…. Beelzebub was a tall figure with a slightly humane look save for say his head which carried two distinct horns, his hands which looked more like the hands of a monster with its scaly skin and long fingers with his legs sharing similar characteristics with his hands, his wings spanned a whooping fifty six by thirty two inches with it looking like those of a bat.

He would bargain for eternity to see it again, but the moment came and the Festival began - the exhibitions of Celestial Wing The feathers on her back began to line up like scales. Her spine looked carved out by the bones of her wings. Then something amazing happened: everyone had wings, black and white, demons and angels alike. But it was hers that sparkled the brightest. When he saw her face, he realized she wasn't the same anymore. The scenery changed again before he could describe i

Slowly, all of my open wounds healed, and the pain in my body disappeared. While Aria and I were busy with my recovery, Oslec and Clarren were still busy fighting and chopping off the head of the beast. "How long are you going to sit there? We need an extra hand over here," Oslec complained. "What happens to the real heroes, you guys can't handle the beast?" I sarcastically said to him. The beast's head increases in number and I can see that Clarren is getting exhausted chopping off the heads. I'm not surprised at all to see him struggle. A fallen angel has limited power and not having his wings restricts him from reaching his full strength and potential.

Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy~ Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy~ Holy, holy, holy, holy, holy~ Repeated and very loud singing of the angels flying and circling the beast now. But the monster seemed to know what the angels would do, so he tried to leave the place, but now he felt so heavy that he couldn't move his body, so he cut off one of his heads and after cutting it, he threw it very strongly at the angels. As it approaches, it acquires hands, body and feet and now plunges into the angels. "AHHH!" Charlatan screams in fear...

King seriously judged Hana, who had a firm grasp of the win at first, but after the match between Hana and Kristen, King realized that Hana was not a mediocre person. King whistled three times in a row, crawling out of the hands of a strangely shaped beast. It is a bird with four legs, white neck feathers, and a whole black body. It is a second-level beast in the process of evolution, and in the Quansib, only two people own their beasts: Mr. D. Bean and Mr. Cusia. Everyone is talking about it; the spirit beast is a wisdom animal. It is not dominated by humanity, especially those who see it only as a control tool. The beast has five layers of strength awakening; depending on the species, the