Angel Death Slayer Novels & Stories

Blood coats my knuckles, the sight of it almost as sobering as the feel of his bones breaking beneath my fists. And then, in one final act, driven by the deep-seated anger, I reach into Cezar’s chest, my claws sinking deep, and with a ruthless tug, I pull out his heart. The blood rushes to my head as I watch the life leaving his eyes, but I still feel hungry for vengeance. I listen as Orion swallows hard, his voice barely a whisper. “Nero... what did you see?”

It was the one place that I so desperately wanted to avoid while being here, but it no longer was a place that I now could avoid since the Dark Angel had my mate. Knowing what the Angel of Death was capable of, I found myself rushing towards the mountain of fire, knowing that time was limited once the Angel of Death had you in his grasp before death came for you. Even if Kylee was a descendant of our Goddess, she still wasn’t exempt from death, and I just prayed that he saw the goodness in her.

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

But after years of repeated pregnancies, my body was weak and fragile. He easily grabbed my neck and slowly crushed my windpipe. He told me that the daughter who had been sent away had already died of illness long ago. Everything went black before my eyes, and I violently coughed up blood and died. After my death, he threw my and my daughter's corpses into the wilderness to be devoured by hungry wolves. He then ceremoniously married Briar, who was five months pregnant. Damien was focused on getting sons to inherit the throne, but I learned that I had awakened the Creator Goddess bloodline after my death, and my daughters would have inherited ancient power to end this apocalypse.

***Η μεπξιοα μου αγγέλου είχε σκοπό να σκοτώσει την διάβολο, να μου δώσει βοήθεια, να τηρήσει τις επιθυμίες μου και να διαλυθεί στον αέρα σαν χειροβομβίδα για να εκπληρώσει τα κίνητρά μου Angel’s blade meant to kill the devil, lend me aid ,abide by my wishes and disintegrate into the air like a grenade to fulfill my motives *** We both watched as the angel’s blade silently exploded into a controlled fire around its edges before it burnt off into Ashes. With the angel’s blade being the only weapon strong enough to kill a hellhound or any creature to be exact, the least that I could do was hope that with it being gone it would at least not be used against me. A sense of peace washed over me a

The only sound is the crackling of the fire. “The Angel of Death is only released when she is threatened or can sense a threat. Aberdone is that threat. He activated her by sending his scouts and I killed them. He was also there the day I killed my brother’s mate and future beta, but that was because they betrayed the mate bond. That was how I ended up in the prison with you all.” I say and they gulp as I raise my hand and wiggle my fingers, feeling the energy form in a ball in my open palm and I look at the other hand and feel the cold metal as the sword forms.

A cheer went up from the tired fighters at the sight of reinforcements. My eyes flew to the sky as a scream like nothing I had ever heard sounded out. All eyes tracked upward as we saw the unknown angel placing his foot on Usel’s chest and shoving her off of his blade. She had bought Devon time, but at the cost of her own life. Blood flowed from her chest, raining down toward the Earth from the sky as she began to fall. Her scream reverberated through the sky as it was joined by another, deeper cry. Shamshiel shot forward, as he strained to catch her, his powerful wings beating rapidly. The other angel laughed, a dark and disturbing sound as he held the sword to his mouth and his tongue lick

a grim reaper reported. "What did you say? Did you say, Zanea?" his eyes widened in fear as he looked at the grim reaper. The man bent down his knees and frowned, "Yes, archangel. His name was written in the list," he responded and his heart sank to realized that Zanea was the one who killed the Vampire.

“What could be worse than selling her into a trafficking ring? Those men would ravage her whole.” But he only looked at me. He leaned in close, and I felt his minty breath on my face as he whispered, “Nothing those men would do to you could compare to what I will do to you.” And then he stood. “My name is Angelo Armani,” he said. His voice was a deep baritone. “I’m the angel of death.” He looked at me like I was already buried. “And you will be my slave.”

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”