Sanghelios Halo の小説・ストーリー

The curse will be erased from him, it has to. As the third demon guarding the wild and protecting its heart, the three halos are the holders of Xorax's powers. The weaker she becomes, the lesser the halo and vice versa. A glinting and glowing red energy shone from behind Xorax and as my gaze diverted towards it, I felt my eyes widen, almost popping out in disbelief. From afar was a narrow path that travelled all the way up to a blood coloured rock, the stone glistening in the darkness and illuminating the wild alongside the moon light.

I agreed to listen closely and keep an open mind. “First you need to know, I am not who you think I am. I am an angel. I was sent here to make sure you stayed away from Damien and Lucifer. Things changed when I met you and I fell in love with you. Ramiel came today to tell me that someone has been hunting down angels looking for him and myself. There is a place called Halo it is basically a spa and day club for angels to hang out in. Whoever this person is managed to get past security and infiltrate Halo. They killed everyone there. All the angels and all the humans who worked there. We think it was Damien and we think he was trying to find you.” I could tell he was serious the emotion roll

, he says into his cell phone. “Yes. Hail the Lantern”.

She had a black cloak over her overweight body and peeks of her white hair were visible from under the hood of the cloak. “Sit down,” she spoke, and I did. Xander took a seat beside me. He seemed a little bit uncomfortable. “Place your hand on the crystal,” she instructed me, and I did as I was told. She placed her wrinkled hands over mine and closed her eyes. For some unknown reason, my heart was beating fast. “I speak no direct words, so you’ll have to figure out on your own what I mean.” I slowly nodded and waited for her to tell me anything. “You may be beloved, but that’s not who you are thought to be. You are… much more. You’re a halo, a source of light that illuminates its surrounding

There was a sleek, minimalist golden plaque near the tinted glass double doors that read: L'Atelier. The man in the suit who had accompanied me from the house motioned for me to walk in. He had a completely stoic expression, his long blonde hair touching the nape of his neck. With his sharp jaw and broad shoulders, he looked exactly like a high-ranking gangster wearing a suit. He stepped in right behind me, his shadow looming large. Inside was pure heaven. The floors were polished white quartz, reflecting the soft, warm glow of crystal chandeliers overhead. Sleek velvet couches were arranged in the center, and the perimeter was lined with minimalist gold racks holding clothes that looked lik

It was bathed in a dazzling radiance that blinded every entrant, including Sian, Uzair, and even Tobias and Raymond. Six luminous orbs were each surrounded by a halo as they floated in the air directly above them. The glowing halo was a protection, and they could more or less discern what lay within the halo. The first halo held a violet plaque. It occasionally erupted in bursts of golden flames that were so hot that they seemed to burn through space itself. Even seasoned level nine supreme saints like Uzair could feel their souls tremble when they approached the scorching flames. Severin said, "That seems to be Wildfire's combat techniques and divine arts!"

She still couldn't believe all that was happening. The spiralling hook stopped and clamped onto something, an iron circular rod, and with her full strength, Theresa pulled the rod out, pulling out the golden bright halo whose shining light almost blinded the four of them. All of them were lost in the glory of the halo for a second, and Cordis in particular couldn't wait to harness the power the halo possessed. A bullet passed through Theresa's face, almost boring a hole through her nose and bringing everyone back to their senses. The Hadens had found them again.

I hurried through the penthouse until I found him on the balcony again, his body tense, his fists clenched against the railing. “Saint,” I whispered. He didn’t turn. “Talk to me,” I pleaded. Finally, he looked back at me, his eyes haunted. “Sometimes I still want it. The power. The fear. The fire. It’s like a hunger I can’t starve.” My chest ached. I stepped closer, reaching for his hand. “Then feed something else. Feed love. Feed me.” He stared at me, his chest rising and falling too fast. Slowly, he let my hand close over his.

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Chapter Four “This is Elaine, Alpha Jacob’s daughter.” He said with a warm smile. I stayed silent but deep down my heart was erupting the flames of sadness. “I am Freya, Alexander’s wife.” She said with a warm smile stretching out her hand for a handshake. I didn’t need the goddess help to know that she was sounding the alarm that he belongs to her. I forced a smile but I had no time to accept the handshake, her hands were suspended in the air. This may seem so rude, but at this point I didn’t care.