Rage Of Angels By Sidney Sheldon 소설 & 이야기

With any other company, I'd demand a price so exorbitant it would effectively make the company mine. "Consider this your final warning. If you don't transfer that money to my account within 15 minutes, you can bid farewell to your Angel Group. My associates are ready to act if I signal them. I can instruct them to set this place ablaze if you utter something I dislike." Angel stared at him with cold contempt. No one could intimidate her. She had annulled her marriage to a foreign prince! Who did Andrew think he was? Angel was a woman of steel concealed beneath silk!

I was ready to take off when I heard the shuffling of feet and rustling of leaves behind me. The bushes parted and out stepped an... angel. An angel of death, with huge black wings and a grin that took me to heaven and hell all at once. Another Dragon Shifter… how could that be?

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

Alexander wanted to open his eyes as the shadow of the lamp dampened his light but he dare not break the power of his wife's vision. "The men charged at us with all their might, weapons in their arms, blood and sweat adorned their faces. As they drew closer, I could feel it in my bones, there were no souls left. I ordered everyone to fall back. Seven of us had flown a few feet high, seconds before the inhumane beasts could strike. My three former Angels perished at the hands of those vile creatures. They devoured them as if they were caramel cookies. Limbs were torn apart, as the savage beasts clawed at their bodies,fighting over what was left over. In the end we watched from a nearby tree,

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

“I don't think we should worry about that. He could always come back, plus we have his daughter now…” I didn't allow Ace’s sinister-sounding brother to finish his sentence, and dropped a glass of wine on Ace’s shoe. “What the fuck, Angel!” He barked at me, I quickly made my way up. To say he's angry would be an understatement, he was fuming, and looked like he's ready to kill someone. “I'm sorry!” I said, my voice breaking. Tears were already starting to form in my eyes. . "You can't just throw wine on people and expect to get away with it by a simple sorry, doesn't work like that," he denounced. I glanced at his fist, and he was shaking, his eyes still pinned on me.

Rachel said and took a step backwards as if I burnt her. "Her words got to me, Chel" I said while looking at the ground. "When you already fucking know that she will try to make you feel like shit, then why do you go?" She sneered in anger. "You're cutting yourself! Do you realize how sick it sounds?" she said and I could see her eyes becoming watery. "I don't wanna lose you like this, Angel!" she sobbed and I wrapped my arms around her. Ally hugged both of us.

“What’s with the get-up?”Rachel asked.”Halloween on the other side?” The Angel Of Death rolled her eyes.”My latest…client,shall we say?...He was a lowdown pimp and drug dealer.This was his idea of an angel,carrying him off to paradise.Which,believe me,was not where I took him.” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.