And The Final Angel Perished Novels & Stories

“Go be someone else’s pain in the ass!” That’s the last thing Johnny ever said to me. As I struggled to take that next precious gasp of air, the thing that was Camilla Bierce descended upon my friend and tore out his throat. Panicked, I sought my way along the mass of fallen bodies, sinking my hands into their exposed faces. I stayed as low as possible, as the smoke from the raging inferno had filled the room with a darkening haze. The last memory I have of that night is turning back to glimpse Camilla’s glowing figure kneeling before the statue of her faceless king.

My wings felt weak, the tips were greying as my eyes fluttered shut and I lost consciousness. I sure hope that this is not my time, how can a human kill a fallen angel?

Although I couldn't see his eyes because of the mask, but right now, it really felt like his stares were piercing right into my core, leaving me breathless. "W-were w-we still talking about the sinners that were needed to be punished in the story, r-right?" Damn, I couldn't believe I just stuttered! Good thing he just chuckled and patted my head like a pet. Gone was the strong aura he was emitting a few seconds ago. "Of course, we're still talking about the story. So let them live. Let them live after taking away everything from them. Let them live forever in nothingness." He leaned closer, close enough to the point that our noses were literally touching each other. "Because, sorry to spoil

“What about Victor?” I glanced down at the miserable man in the pit, saying, “Him? He’s finished. There’s no such person in the Medici family anymore.” Vincenzo’s voice turned sharp. “Don’t underestimate him. I suggest you put a bullet in him.” I paused for a moment before slowly raising the gun again, aiming at Victor. “As you wish,” I replied softly. With a bang, the gunshot rang out, startling a flock of crows from the trees.

he calls down. I cross my arms. “And what’s that?” The angel’s voice echoes across the quiet street. “Make sure humanity is ready.” He disappears into the clouds. The police cars finally turn onto our street. Matteo sighs. “Well.” Ezra glances at me. “You okay?” I stare up at the dark sky. The aliens are gone. The angel is gone. But the universe is definitely not finished with us. “Not really,” I admit. Matteo slaps my shoulder.

The notes were low, mournful, heavy with grief and sadness as the Nephilim continued their slow march to say their final goodbye to their father. We walked for what seemed like an eternity, but was really probably only a matter of minutes. The barren landscape greeted us as we traveled further away from the nest, the sandy ground stretching on for miles and miles. I saw a pyre in the distance, and knew immediately what the intent was. The dead and dried wood was stacked high, almost to my shoulder I noted as we drew closer. The angelsong stopped as Shamshiel was placed on the pyre, his body’s silhouette still regal in death. His beautiful wings were spread wide, encompassing the whole length

That’s the only thing lacking in his life. Otherwise, he lived his life like a king. He took what he wants. It doesn’t matter who was in front of him. Everyone who was in his path ended soulless. Men feared him, women craved for him!!! In a snap of his fingers, they are ready for him. Now all these things don’t fascinate him. Only his pious angel matter. And her safety. Before he leaves this world, he needs to finish one last task. With his unwounded right hand, he pulled out his cell phone and wincing in pain he dialled a number.

His last chance, Angel was about to turn away when he felt something, a signal of someone's intrusion in the forbidden room. Anger flashed in his eyes at the thought of anyone defying his rules and entering a room he asked everyone to keep away from. With just a snap of his finger, he disappeared from there. The consequences of entering that room were death. Everyone was aware, so who dared to go against him? ***

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

she thought as she went through the list of words "Ha," she gasp realizing what it meant "Camila, hold it. We work hard for great things. You need to work hard for what you want," she said realizing Camila had found the meaning of the code 'surgery' from her reaction "Will she be okay?" Mrs Carter asked "She will be fine. Leave her to me," Mrs Garcia said