Novel & Cerita Night Angel Nemesis

Then he apologised to Joanna and promised that he would never do that to any girl again in his life… Though I hadn’t done anything like that again after that, I knew that I had to do exactly that to get the demon to answer. After I realised I was Nemesis, I had done research on Nemesis’s powers. I had read that Nemesis had the power to appear as someone’s worst nightmare; the person they hated the most and was scared of… And Nemesis could make them see their worst nightmares come true. I will have to do exactly that.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You aim for his arm darling because he still needs to walk to do his jobs for me but he can survive with only one arm and one leg damaged, Nemesis." My arms were steady on her hips and she pulled the trigger and my eyes were solely on Angelo. I took my hand quickly around her neck and turned her off before she had the chance to kill hm. I picked her up in bridal style. "Clean yourself up and check the docks for any Milan workers sneaking in here and keep an eye out for any rat." I demanded to him and he followed where I took Nem to my bedroom and laid her on the bed where I went to take a shower.

She saw people around them looking at them as if they are in a shoot of a movie before she finally closed her eyes and lost her consciousness. Adrianna woke up in an unfamiliar room. She tried to recognize it but she can't. She's lying on a white, soft bed. Around her was just a bed side table and one big cabinet, there are also two doors that she believe that one is the restroom and the other one is the way out of the room, but she doesn't know which is which. She thought that she was kidnapped by her crazy male fans, because a lot of her male fans are so crazy about her.

"What disadvantages?" "Adrian is like an annoying little prick that I want to rid myself of. The thought of spending my life with him is strenuous and excruciating. I would waste too much energy on him daily till I get tired and probably kill him. He is a narcissist, everyday with him will be a fight for power and control, it will be euphoric at first, but then, it will quickly get tiring. You know what I am like when I get tired. Either way, one of us will end up killing the other after a while, I bet a year." "You are not ruled by your emotions."

Casie: "Ok but why they stay in the den? They are still angels. Aren't they suppose to stay away from demons?" Amy: "As you can see there is light everywhere in Angelina. The sun never sets here. So Angelina does not have night and dark angels practice dark magic and need darkness around them. Demonalia Den is the place where there is no light. There is darkness every time." Casie: "Ok I get it. So dark angel do not come here." Amy: "No there were occurrences when demon and dark angels have tried attacking Angelina and so for that, we have to be prepared and so you need to take the training session seriously and the best angels than becomes archangels."

He then sighed and said, “Jens, he told me that Angel will bring endless disaster to the Ares family if she stays with us.” Jens asked in an emotional tone, “Do you think the Ares family is afraid of trouble?” Baby Robbie shook his head and told him another fact, “Savannah told us that Angel is a Scorpio Lone Star when she read her fate some time ago. Angel’s family is destined to be doomed.” Jenson’s handsome face instantly froze. If Angel was really the incarnation of the Scorpio Lone Star, that mysterious man’s actions might not be imbued with evil intentions. “What else did he say?” Jens asked.

He took us in after the Supernatural Council tried to execute us. As for me, I’m a Nephilim. A Nephilim is what we call a supernatural who is part angel and part human. I have long black feathered wings, claws, and fangs. My eyes glow like a blue glow stick when I change into my Nephilim form. Angels don’t have fangs or claws. Alex told me that for a long time, angels believed that Nephilim was unnatural. It was against divine law or something for angels and humans to mix; nevertheless, they have children together. It didn’t help that Nephilim have claws and fangs. Some feel that we are closer to being demons than angels.

Wings unfurl slowly behind them — not feathery, but sharp, metallic, blades layered like armor. Angels. Not gentle. Not kind. Enforcers. Every supernatural in the hall freezes. One of the angels speaks, voice echoing from everywhere at once. “Aiden Hale. Living Key. You are in violation of celestial balance.” My heart slams against my ribs. Matteo moves in front of me instinctively. “You can’t be here. This place is neutral.” The angel’s gaze slides to him, dismissive. “Neutrality has expired.” Another angel steps forward, eyes burning silver. “The Sentinel has exceeded his function.”

I was upright with my back against the headboard and the phone at my ear and every part of me that had ever learned to be alert in a crisis was alert now. "You have the wrong number," I said. "Dr. Aria Vale," the voice said. "Formerly Aria Chen. Wife, briefly, of Marcus Veil. Mother of Zane Vale, age seven, currently under the care of Dr. Mensah at St. Clement's for a condition that I understand requires a biological match for treatment." A pause, perfectly timed, the pause of someone who has rehearsed this and knows exactly where to put the silences for maximum effect. "I don't believe I have the wrong number."

They were called The Ancients. According to the text, the Ancients came into existence through an unnatural union between angels and humans. Children of such a union bore within them a strange, warring will—a hunger for blood that, if unchecked, could drive them to kill. Blood wasn’t just sustenance to them. It was power. It was life, condensed and burning. The Ancients lived by a strict rule: never kill while feeding. They could drink, but they could not take a life. To kill while feeding was to invite something dark into the soul—a beast that waited beneath the skin, patient and eager.