Angel Death Slayer Novels & Stories

She was blessed by the god of thunder that no any Angle could not kill her. So she became very terrible.The whole world was in the face of destruction then. We have no idea how to stop her. Suddenly one day in one of our old books we find a way to kill Kair. A holy woman. Who is the apple of a thousand people's eyes. Who is the first queen of her kingdom. Who can kill the Kair. Her name was Liana. And after her you can kill Kair. But your life is at risk. Then the full moon rose across the sky. And as the light of the full moon falls on Arin's body and his thousands wings spread from his back.His wings covered the full moon. Arin come to his true form, an angel form.

My future playing out here in real-time and being decided for me without my consent. Dad fought with years of skill that showed through his transitions and swift moves. He just had to wear the Alpha down. Alpha Austin had seen no combat and had only received combat training. He had no experience in pacing himself and I was certain that would be to his disadvantage. As the fight wore on it was clear both men were getting tired and Alpha Austin was making bigger, more obvious mistakes. If there’s one thing my father had taught me it was that there are two kinds of fighters. The kind that let their anger fuel them and the kind that anger makes them sloppy. And it was clear dad was the first and

“I don’t know if you should be worried but it’s normal for a Killer.” Angela scrunched up her nose in confusion. “I don’t get you.” The goddess chuckled. “Amanda is The Killer.” Angela gasped. The goddess chuckled. “She will always be like that. Happy at the sight of blood, excited when she kills or hurt someone and when it’s time for her to kill, she will do it without blinking an eye. All that is because she is The Killer.” “Oh”, Angela said and covered her mouth with both hands. “That’s not what I was expecting. I was thinking a boy will be the killer.”

Howls could be heard from the very back of the house and it was deafening. The moon cast a white haze on the grass below, giving the deathbed an ethereal glow. “Devina, the twins are mine!” Angel growled lowly to me, unsheathing his dagger. “Don't worry, you can have them. I want Baekalis all to myself anyway.” “Doesn't Nightshade want to be the one to kill her?” Denzel questioned, using his eyes to search for Nightshade, who was some distance ahead of us. “Fuck him.”

" Dale had personally helped me up and fed me the tea, but it was brewed with unrefined silver oleander. I died of poisoning right then and there. At the doors of the emergency room, Maya cried so hard she could barely stand on her feet. "I'm sorry… I'm just too stupid… "I didn't know oleander was poisonous. I just thought it smelled sweet…" As I remembered how my organs had burned, and how I died from pure agony in my past life, I raised my hand and tossed the energy drink into the trash can. It landed with a thud. Maya's eyes immediately turned red-rimmed. "Sierra… You like this drink, don't you? "I saved my allowance for weeks just to buy it for you. That's the best thing I could afford…

“I can't even scare a pathetic mortal. No one takes me seriously anymore, not until I'm hovering over their deathbeds about to chop their souls in two.” “You definitely scare me. But you're the Angel of Death.” “Which means what?” “You can't do anything to me unless I'm about to pass over. You're not the Angel of Murder, so you can't kill me; you're not the Angel of Crippling Disability, so you can't seriously maim me-” “It's idiotic sentiments like yours that drive me to drink.” “Fine! Enlighten me then, why don't you?” He grinned like a shark. “I am the Seducer and Destroyer, the Poison of God. And that, dear maggot, is all you need to know. Now make yourself useful and go get me a

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

That would be a nightmare. We leave the dungeon few minutes later. Aiden and Asher, who came here few days ago after spending time in Blaine's pack, take charge of the Deads, while Angel and I manage our warriors. “Deads – human forms, pack – wolves, since you’re more accustomed to it. You’ll take care of the shifted Undeads, or humans.” My Angel orders as she fastens her harness. She has a lot on her, knives, katanas, a bow, arrows and her favorite dagger that she straps to her thigh. Had it not been for the situation we’re in, I would’ve laughed at her look. Wet hair roughly pulled in a ponytail, my shirt, wrapped in a harness, my boxers and bare legs, with a dagger strapped to her thigh.

This is normal for the Death Kings. Angel clears her throat. Sidhe and Gator stop kissing to turn their eyes on her. She has such a commanding tone that everyone present is waiting to hear what the high school English teacher and horseback riding instructor have to say. “Alright, you two that’s enough. We aren’t going to start an orgy with the children present,” she admonishes them. Us and Tempest are the ‘children’ she is referring to. They both say, “yes ma’am”. Angel also goes by the name Natalie or her nickname Ali. We call her Angel out of respect for the terrifying assassin she is. The criminal world pays her large amounts of money to quietly end their enemies and she is talented, at l

He couldn't even look at her. He knew it all along that it was to come, but he never accepted. His mate used to tell him that she was having dreams of her demise. That her mate would live in sorrow but living, nonetheless, for their daughter. Her mate raising their daughter in a fierce warrior. Her daughter.... standing with her head held high im a battlefield between the living and he dead while everyone knelt in front of her. Submitting.