The Angel In The Forest Comic 소설 & 이야기

The angel messenger did not go with him so he had no idea if that representative of Hanan had already left the realm of the forest fairies or not. There was a good thing that he realized later from being in the presence of the angel though. His wounds slowly felt less painful. The best thing was that the poison inflicted to him by the arrogant princess was slowly cured. Perhaps, the light coming from the angel had some purification effect. Even though the other never spoke to him, the help given to him was extremely appreciated. He looked back once to the mini forest that held the hidden portal to that dimension. A wry smile flashed across his face when he inspected himself and saw how bad h

Devon agreed with Adric as he kicked his attacker. The girls ran through the forest, dodging trees as they raced downhill. Angelica was hit with a sudden sense of Déjà vu. She had done this multiple times in her dreams. The smell of the dirt and tree sap filled her nose as she breathed deeply. They reached the mausoleum in a huff, their heart beating out of their chest.

She said in a sad tone as she stared at their photo. Angel lost her mother because of an accident when she was 13. It was two months after Angel passed the first stage of transition and found out that she was a Sin. The loss hit her hard and got deeply depressed, to the point that she attempted to kill herself atleast five times. Then, she met Aldrin. Al saved her and introduced her to the world of Sins and combat. It was when Angel started to live a double life to save her sanity and escape her depression. She used training to clear her mind and saw combats as her stress reliever. “Sometimes, I feel bad for this little guy.” She sadly uttered as she caressed Jiro’s face in the picture.

I had an even stronger impression that Reive went into raptures from my embarrassment. “Of course, Angel, there’s a small pond near here.” He led me through bushes and trees in a direction known only to him. And I, silly sheep, kept my eyes on him, not even thinking that if he left me there all alone, I wouldn’t be able to find my way out of the forest. “But why do you call me Angel?” I asked while we were walking. “Once upon a time, angels were called mysterious creatures flying high in the sky,” he readily began telling his story. “They were said to be creatures of other worlds. Worlds where there wasn’t any of the necromancy and magic we were familiar with.”

I just kept digging. From noon until sunset, I dug a hole over a meter deep. Exhausted, I collapsed into the pit, staring up at the blood-red sky, letting out a weak, hollow laugh. My voice was so hoarse that it barely came out, but the despair in my laughter couldn’t be suppressed. Then suddenly, a figure appeared above the edge of the pit. I froze. I rubbed my eyes hard and then stared at that face, as if afraid it would disappear. Joy flooded my expression. It was Rachel.

Kane says, his people repeating his words in kind. “Rise, all of you. Thank you for that, and do not ever kneel to me again. We are brothers in arms, and I have far too much respect for all of you.” We continue to walk through the forest, and as we walk something stirs through the trees and bushes. Night animals warn me before Angel appears out of nowhere, cloak around her body, bag over one shoulder. She seems set on something, and instead of asking, we nod to each other and keep moving.

His teeth were darkened with what seemed like many years of tobacco intake, and his breath stunk of smoke and decayed food. “He was trying to kidnap our Rebecca, don’t you see?” the bald one stated. “Unhand me immediately,” Jacob said in a low threatening voice. “You got the nerve to talk after what we caught you doing?!” the hairy guy bellowed, raising his hand, about to strike Jacob. “Stop James! He wasn’t trying to hurt me. Leave him, John.” Rebecca yelled weakly. The hefty dudes known as James and John stared at each other and then at Rebecca.

It didn't make any sense why they would choose someone who was not even the chosen blood line. As soon as I stepped into the dungeons and suddenly, I found myself standing in the middle of the forest. I looked around with wide eyes. I couldn't believe what was going on. I was standing near a cliff. The place was filled with green trees. And I could smell nature around me. I turned back around and jumped as I found a man standing behind me. He was a foot taller than me. His eyes were blue and his skin was brown. He was muscular. And he looked beautiful. I didn't need to ask him what he was. It was as clear as the rays of the sun that he was an Angel. Without wasting any more time, I bowed in

I say softly, seeing the deep worry hiding in his eyes. He places his other hand over top mine, and a small moan leaves my lips at the coolness. "It's working!" I exclaim happily, but he only frowns. "I didn't do anything yet, Angel." he tells me, and a small o leaves my lips. "Your touch is cold... like Beau's then." I say, making his eyebrows scrunch together. I watch as he backs away from me before he shuts his eyes and holds his hands out. A yellowish-orange colored mist like magic leaves his hands and covers my body but I feel nothing.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.