Angel Death Slayer Novels & Stories

"She's not like the sluts you sleep with." I know! "Disappear," I order, and he walks away and flips me his middle finger. The guys stand up, then we make our way downstairs. "Where are you going?" my mom asks us as we reach the door. "Walking Angel to her gym class," Ted replies, and my mom nods. We walk out and start jogging so that we can join her. "Why the sudden interest with Angel?" Daniel suddenly asks as he jogs behind me. "I need a new prey," I simply say while stuffing my hands in my pocket.

I was still the anti-christ, and no amount of denial and distraction via rough sex was going to make that any less true. “No.” I unwound myself from his arms, trying to ignore the pounding headache as I stared into the glowing red of his eyes. “Now more than ever, I need to see my dad. I . . . felt something when I killed that slayer, and now my head feels like it’s going to explode.” “You think it has something to do with you being the anti-christ.” He nodded, his lips set into a grim line. “That would explain what happened with your eyes.”

Anyway, it's a week. Sleep comes back, and Angel lays his head on the pillow. His eyes are heavy, and he falls into a deep sleep. Steam emerges from Angel's nostrils and hangs over him for a few seconds, disappearing forever without a trace. Agnes's eyes, as white as ashes, returned to their normal color after she had seen everything. She sat and smiled. Her part was done. Dark caught a doe and sank his fangs into the animal's neck. He drank what he needed without killing the animal, which staggered away from him to recover. He wipes his mouth and sighs contentedly. Immediately, his head started to think of a way to help Klaus.

Her smugness irritates me. “Are you still thinking about murdering me?” “Not thinking, planning.” “I don’t think I’ll be sleeping with one eye open anytime soon. You, Miss Ashyver, will not be able to kill me, The Daemonium, Angel to The God of Hell.” “I’m not trying to kill The Daemonium,” she smiles, “I will, however, be killing Dargan Chernobog.” __________________ Kim “Where did you hear that name?” The Daemonium seethes. The room begins to fill with darkness, all candles fizzling out.

Angel’s blood ran cold. He leaned down. Reached for it. Gripped it. Raised it. “Tony. Stop.” His voice cracked. Tony stilled. And he saw the gun pointed at his face. Angel’s hand trembled. His chest heaving. “Do you see me now?” Angel whispered. Voice jarred. “Do you finally see me, Tony? Not as something you can hide. Or fuck into silence?” Tony’s eyes narrowed. “Shoot me.” Angel was shocked. “What?” “Shoot me, Angel.” **

"If only I had known of the Angel's plan to take the lady's life, I would have stayed with her." "Wha-what do you mean? Aren't you the--" Her eyes widened when she saw Nisemono changed his hair color, his eye color and even the length of his hair. It got Selena's jaw slacking. "The real Angel of Death is the one Tenshi is fighting. I am nothing but a clone," he explained, flying away to help the lost boy.

After what had happened the last time we met, I was well aware that she wouldn't want to see me. Truly, I shouldn't have killed that guy but I didn't fucking regret it. He was going to hurt her. The thought of him hurting her had triggered my anger. She didn't see me as an Angel anymore. It had felt really good to be called one, even if it was for a while, even though I knew I didn’t deserve to be called it. As if she knew I was watching her, her eyes landed on me, and the smile on her face slowly disappeared.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

"Holly, I'm a reaper. I take souls, I've killed many in my life. I'm sure I wasn't a good person in my human life either. You can take an entire harem if you want, I have no place to ever stop you. I'll just be grateful for what love you do want to give back to me." No way. Things couldn't go that smooth could they? "You really weren't such a good person," Death all but purred his pink eyes latched onto them. "And now it's time for me to make sure you remember every last single thing. When I'm through you'll both be long gone and I'll take my time devouring that one. I want her to be in such delicious and long-lasting pain for everything she's put me through." There was no way Holly was goin

“When your dad was listing the things he didn’t want… what did he mean by… ‘no fucking cowbell’?” For the first time since the attack, Jo found herself laughing. She’d let that slip by her, but Zane was right. He had said that. “Well, when Elliott died, apparently, Hannah decided his funeral should be a little different than the norm. Apparently, the funeral started with the song, ‘Don’t Fear the Reaper,’ by Blue Oyster Cult.” She remembered how her mom would always laugh when she told that story. Thinking of Hannah, a Guardian and the second in command of all of the Guardians made her wonder where the hell the woman was. She’d thought all along that Hannah was with Jamie--but she hadn’t bee