Malaikat の小説・ストーリー

A triggered Malaka crosses several mental and physical barriers at once and becomes a power to be reckoned with. Despite being just median-tier, Malaka becomes Higher-Tier creatures in the presence of a woman, which is the reason why they are called as exceptions. To sum it up, the moment Malaka smells a woman nearby, they turn into fiends. There is no way to predict the exact behavior of a triggered Malaka, but it is not difficult to guess the sickening rituals the lustful fiend would perform after getting his hands on a woman. Most of the time, it was observed that after catching a woman they tear their arm and legs first in order to suppress resistance. Even more so, they do it in such a

explained Miss Kitty eloquently. “So, Mr. Virando is indeed a kind of strong, robust and powerful demon, isn’t he?” asked Mrs. Yulia Kammal raising up her eyebrows again. “Not a demon actually... Yakshasare one level above us humans – more or less semi gods... And so are dragons, gandharbas, kinnaras, mahoragas, and garudas... They’re not demons... Demons are one level below us humans... You know, based on the good deeds... Do you get it?” asked Miss Kitty to Mrs. Yulia after her quite long explanation.

"If Adelie is Ducroft's Saintess and Denitra is Uriel's Saintess, does that mean I'm your Saintess?" "No, it's not you. It's Marvis's mother." "How cruel. You could've reserved that spot for me." "There isn't a single god in existence that can claim you. You are already Nataroth's Saintess." "Hmm, that makes more sense. Speaking of Nataroth, it seems there is an original god that is still alive." "There…is? Who is it?" "Maowry, the leader of the spirits."

She summoned more packs swearing their loyalty to the Aletha wolf pack. “Get the prophet.” Clarissa ordered Adira who immediately did as she was told and went to get the prophet that had prophesied Valerie’s birth. “What is going on?” Clarissa asked the prophet who was already standing in front of her, in fear. The prophet laughed for a while before finally speaking. “Glory to the moon goddess.” He shouted. “The Prophecy is coming to pass.” He continued. “Rest assured Suprema, Valerie would be perfectly alright. She’s simply absorbing all of the powers meant for her....” The Prophet said.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

And it seemed to satisfy her because the tornado magically dissolved out of nowhere. "I am Mahakali. I am the goddess of destruction and rebirth." Her voice is as thick as exuberant ice. "I uh. don't understand." I am literally confused right now. "You summoned me you foolish mortal." I feel like I'm going to faint any moment from now on. And she has been calling me foolish, goodness!

Her right eye were exceedingly sparkling like an ocean scenery from the center of the moon's reflection, her left eye was opposite from how beautiful her right eye is—wide and miserable. They both stepped back when Finesia suddenly moved. "W-who a-are y-you?" The man with the name Mariano weren't able to hide his stutter from asking the unknown young lady's identity. "I am they call the Sinner, the daughter of the God born from the mortal's womb. I heard your whimpers about the monarchs you say and speak the God's name, I am one of them— daughter of the Creator." They were in the middle of doubting but Finesia whom possess the power of Divinity struck the tree on their left side using the th

THE MASTER OF THE DARK CRYSTAL The dark figure stepped forward, its eyes blazing with malevolent energy. Maya, Arin, and Aria could feel the air grow colder as it approached, as if the very presence of the figure was draining the warmth from the air. "Who are you?" Maya asked, her voice firm but cautious. The figure sneered, its lips curling up in a cruel smile. "I am Malakai, the Master of the Dark Crystal," it said. "And you, mortals, are no match for my power."

Malachai’s POV The night embraced me with the familiar, velvety thickness of a realm that had long ago accepted my dominion, a darkness that did not merely surround me but bent toward me, bowed for me, waited for me the way ancient servants once waited with trembling hands and lowered eyes for the command of their king, and as I walked through the forest, each step causing the ground to hum faintly beneath my feet, I could feel the air tighten as if holding its breath, as if the world itself understood that tonight would be carved into supernatural history as the night I, Malachai, master of shadow realms, breaker of celestial covenants, devourer of kings, manipulator of fates older than the

It was… "Damien!" She yelled, running towards me. Jake had a confused look on his face, as he tried to reach her, but couldn't. Finally, the woman came to me, on her knees as she tried to shake me. "Damien! Damien!" It was my loving future wife, Charlotte. Now that I think of it, Seeing her blurry vision… sorta reminds me of the cute little kitten like child, who reminds me of an angel I met at my home when I was just a little kiddo. Wait… angel? Don't tell me?