Night Angel Series By Brent Weeks の小説・ストーリー

Daniel, my son, I remember that night like it was yesterday. We were fleeing from the entity that Belzebub warned me about - Azrael, the Angel of Death. When he appeared, I shielded your eyes, pleading with you not to look, as he demanded I hand you over. Deli, our former babysitter, tried to help, but Azrael's power was too great. In a desperate attempt to protect you, I blocked his gaze, but he revealed his dark angelic face, letting out a piercing scream that almost threw you and Deli off the bridge.

he said quietly. I swallowed, unable to speak. He pulled back and stood. Then he leaned over me again. “You’re safe now, Angel, but only because I don’t enjoy breaking weak people. I’ll wait until you’re stronger to break you.” He picked up the knife and walked toward the door. My eyes followed the tattoo on his back, a fallen angel with broken wings, kneeling. Was that how Nicolas saw himself? A fallen angel, someone who came from darkness?. And what did that make me?

Typed our street, our building, our apartment number. My thumb hovered over send. What if Charlotte comes and leaves with Angel? What if I’m not enough to make either of them stay? I closed my eyes and cursed. Then— “Daddy! Daddy! How do I look?” I opened my eyes. And forgot how to breathe. Angel stood in front of me, turning slowly, her hands held out like she was presenting a gift. Her hair was braided. Neat, perfect rows that curved with her scalp, and beads weren’t just gold—they were colorful. Red and blue and green and yellow, threaded through the ends, catching the light.

Let her try. But when I'm done, she'll regret ever stepping foot in Moonridge. And Ella will regret ever being born. I sat up in my hospital bed. The pack witch had already left. The room was quiet. Dark. I looked at my phone. A message from one of my friends at Lykos. Angel left her pack without permission. Her mother is furious. She's not supposed to be there. I smiled. So Angel is a runaway. Hiding in Moonridge. Chasing a boy who doesn't want her.

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

Leo’s voice sounded slightly panicked and rushed. “Is Claire crazy? Or… or maybe she’s possessed by an evil spirit?” There was no answer from Leo, to the point that Arsen thought the call had been disconnected. He checked his phone screen and found that the call was still connected. “Hello? Le…” “What happened?” Leo asked in a calm voice. “She almost killed Emily. And in the emergency room, she suddenly woke up expressionless and claimed her name was Tatiana. Is she crazy or possessed by an evil spirit? Could she be a psychopath?” Without realizing it, his voice rose as his emotions were all over the place now.

Elder Brenda hushed the room on his behalf. Most of the reporters obeyed and settled, but others still muttered about their broken devices; he could hear them, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. As she opened the ceremony by issuing out basic instructions, he lifted the newspaper before him. ‘Spotted! High Priestess Alba escapes with mate.’ A few seasons, and she had made the cover more times than he could count. Below the large headlines read, ‘An Angel’s fall from grace.’ He continued reading under the ‘Angel’ title.

Feeling the pain flow through me, my eyes opened wide and I heard a shriek. "ANGELA!" ***** Well, well, well, what was it? Will she die? Or will someone save her? Bloom M.

prologue It was peaceful and wonderful in Angel’s empire, trumpets were singing, clouds were dancing and angels were peacefully resting but a sudden appearance of Kram, stopped their calm and peaceful empire. Kram, was the Archangel, highest above all angels. His wings were like billion of stars when it shines, too stunning that you couldn’t turn your eyes away, it was heavenliness that could warm one’s heart in just one glance.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men