Yugioh Angel Of Darkness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Heark is on his way to his goal he had no idea that he was being followed by the opponents which they also callled 'The Walking Half Man' but it's also known as 'the red eyed dead,'the fact that these are similar to a zombies. When the red-eyed deads will move it was too loud so obviously heark will reacted automatically as he was well-versed in the use of battle weapons as he had his dark secrets behind it all.He was determined to find Khez,despite of the darkness since he knew she was still alive and most of all he trust Khez more than anyone else. With more than 10 opponents,he immediately dodged every strike he really is well-versed as if he was born to be like this.

His eyes were pools of absolute darkness, his sclera was as black as the darkest night, but in the center of that darkness was a point of purple light shining in total darkness. The one on the throne was Zark Ar Zatho, the Dungeon Master and overlord of Damenburg Castle.

The poor girl had a chance to leave me to my ruin, but she decided to stay behind and help me fight my demons anyway. I rubbed my eyes vigorously. I could be out there, stopping Jeremy from exhuming my parents. But, that was a topic for another day. I took one last glance of perfection at myself in the mirror, and left the room to my first reaction of hell. —-------------------------------------------- Angel’s POV My feet surpassed one another as I brisked to my car. I hopped into my seat, and shut the door strenuously. My hands on the steering wheel, I blew out a huge puff.

Drago whispered, “Drawn to me like the wind to the ocean, like wolves, as you said. Do you understand now/” She shook her head, unable to utter a word. “I’d like that,” she smiled, “But I have a few conditions of my own, my dark dragon,” she stood tall, and firm. “And what is it you would want,” He asked, amused by her show of strength. “I don’t want to dress like a genie everyday, I want normal clothes, like the mercenaries wear, and I want to train with them. I think I would love to be one.” “I believe we can arrange that, with Drago’s blessing of course,” Angel stepped forward with a smirk on her face, “ He is our boss, but dragon’s are jealous creatures, even my Marcu,”

Next came in line War, his amber eyes glowing like two eternal pits of fire, matching his equally red locks, framing a long, almost aristocratic-like face, his armour-clad body standing perfectly still as I examined him. The third one was none other than Famine, with a deeply wrinkled face and sharp, razor-like teeth that can scare your very soul, his cloudy grey eyes blankly staring into nothingness, just like his entire appearance, reflecting nothing but deep sorrow. And the last one...was my knight... My dark angel... Pitch black, soulless eyes emotionlessly stared right back into mine, unlike those blue ones I used to absolutely adore, pure white hair lightly falling over his forehead, s

something dangerous and dark. Another email popped up immediately after. 'Good night, Elise. Don't worry too much. We don't have any bad intentions towards you. Rest well and don't forget us. We'll meet again soon. And before we forget, please note that we don't harm anyone innocent. Never did, never will.' Azael & Reuel.

Metal clashed against claw, the haunting cries of the wounded melding with the snarls of combatants locked in a deadly dance. We were outnumbered but undeterred, our determination unyielding as stone. Each member of the allied forces fought with a tenacity born of desperation, knowing full well what defeat would mean. Our enemy, The Dark Angels, a group of ugly spirits associated to the Black Faes, had descended upon us like a plague, their dark magic seeping into the very soil we stood on, corrupting all it touched.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

After few tense seconds where Willow peeked into the room and checked if the vampire is still bound, Brenda said, "there is something here" "Oh my god!" "What?" "There is something on dark rituals" "Dark magic? Isn't it forbidden" "Yes. But not everyone follows the rules. It says if the mage or witch sacrifices a supernatural on that day, that person will gain its power" "But they can normally gain power by other means. What's so special about it?" "They will become immortal, Willow" "Fuck!" Willow swore. It seems that all she is doing lately is swearing. "Not only that" "There is more?"