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

Alaric, towering above everyone else at the foot of the staircase, stared at me with an expression I couldn’t decipher. The silence that followed my words felt eternal. Then came his voice, deep and sharp as steel. “Repeat that.” I took a shaky breath, feeling the eyes of everyone present in the room. My legs trembled, but I straightened my shoulders, meeting his icy blue gaze. “I volunteer… to be your mate,” I said again, my voice steady this time. The room erupted. Some people gasped; others burst into laughter. “She’s committing suicide!” “A poor little omega? The king will tear her apart!”

It was like I had become the center of an unstoppable storm, every inch of my being charged with energy, power that had always been dormant inside me, waiting for the right moment to rise. Damien’s breath hitched as he staggered back, looking at me like he had never seen me before. “Angelina,” he whispered, awe in his voice. “What… are you?” But I didn’t have time to answer. The world around me seemed to darken again as another creature, larger than the rest, advanced toward us. It was a beast, with massive claws and eyes that burned with an unnatural, predatory hunger. It let out a low, guttural growl before it lunged.

Ooh, his beautiful name. I can sense the angels beckoning at me with empathy from heaven. I can also hear the demons making a mockery of my predicaments. The hell has broken loose, and I can heed the boisterous howls of death calling for me. This, indeed, is the death of me. Again, why is he doing this? And Mr. handsome overloaded, the God of beauty himself, what is it with him?

We heard an ungodly roar and when I turned around, the most magnificent beast I have ever seen was in front of me spewing fire at our enemies. Ezra's dragon was beautiful, dark onyx with red lining his scales and the underside of his wings were red. He was huge and was taking out handfuls of demons at once. Then we heard noises behind us and there was the demons' main force with Beherit leading them. They swarmed in on us and we went back to fighting. There were so many of them that they were starting to gain the advantage. Rainn went down to his knee, and I ran for him. Something inside me told me to pull energy from him but I was afraid that it would weaken him too much.

We fight and die so they can live in peace and safety, but we are called beasts. "My sister is very much a real person, and she is not a beast. She is the kindest of us all. She is pure of heart. She is the closest to our creator! SHE CARES ABOUT HUMANS AND THEIR SURVIVAL, EVEN THOUGH NO MATTER WHAT WE DO, IT'S NEVER ENOUGH. DO NOT CALL HER A BEAST AGAIN. WE ARE LYCANS! THE RACE OF PROTECTORS! THOUSANDS OF US HAVE DIED FOR YOUR KIND. THE VERY LEAST YOU CAN DO IS BE RESPECTFUL," I shout, as my turbulent emotions take over.

He coughed as a breath wheezed out of him and I was glad of it, he had been unable to fight back, my rage so fast and fierce; and he would pay for what he did. I kicked the angel over, his head lolling to the side, bloodied face now covered in dirt. The biggest insult to an angel was to take their wings, and I had already done that to one, why not make it two? I leapt onto his back, crouching low allowing my full weight to be felt. Grasping the root of one wing I slowly pulled backward, my pressure steady; until I saw the skin holding it to his back stretch to its limit. Leaning forward I bit the delicate flesh, ripping into it with my teeth. Blood flooded into my mouth and I spat the tissue

No, this was about losing something that he thought he owned. Drake growled, and Samantha turned her head sharply in his direction. "All right, My Beast, don't start breathing fire. Cool heads need to prevail here." "Your Beast, huh?" Drake smirked. "Yeah. You're name is Drake. That's a dragon, you sounded like your were about to roar, you were definitely growling, I think if you get mad enough, you might just breathe fire. So, My Beast." Vulcan watched this by-play with a great deal of humor. The woman shouldn't know his friend that well. But, it seemed that she did, indeed know him, and know him well.

It seemed I would be officially meeting this King Killian after all. As we drew near the entrance of the east wing, the hallway was illuminated by a bright glass mural of all colors. I gaped at the intricate details of the story it displayed of the goddess blessing the wolves and them transforming into the Lycan form. The way the artist depicted the beast was beautiful and nowhere near as terrifying as they were in real life.

Devil glared at the man who tried to snatch his angel away from him DEVIL punched the man in his stomach and shouted, "SHE IS CLAIMED BY ME. SHE HAS BEEN MINE FROM THE MOMENT WE BECAME ONE. HOW DARE YOU PUT YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON MY CLAIMED ANGEL" Devil was blazing in anger and he again punched him at the place where the bullet hit him "Neil", BEAST spoke for the first time after their arrival. BEAST's words caught Aashmaan's attention. She looked at Arjun and Arjun gave her a small but warm smile. Her eyes drifted away from the beast when she felt something on her body. Neil removed his Jacket and covered her shivering body which was open for others to take a look at her white silky skin.

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”