Angel Deaths Novels & Stories

” Gabrielle closed her eyes and in an instant,her outfit changed,from the trashy dress,to her more traditional black,hooded cloak. “Stereotype,”Rachel muttered.”Just need a scythe and you’re good to go.” “Scythes are so overrated,”Gabrielle retorted.”No selfrespecting Angel of Death,would be seen dead with one.” Despite her best intentions,Rachel chuckled.Gabrielle was born to the duty of death,as she herself had been born with her gift to cross over the dead.Whenever an Angel Of Death was decommissioned,another took its place,and Gabrielle had the misfortune to become one on her wedding day,five years ago.

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.

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.

A loud gasp escaped from everyone's mouth, followed by a scream of "impossible." "Nothing is impossible," I said with a deep, calm voice, trying my best to avoid Kira's gaze and to be calm altogether. "I am the same Rey Reed that was killed by your best player," I said, pointing at the venom woman. "How did you come back to life after two months of being at the burial site?" Ryan asked in shock. I replied with a smirk, "Like I always say, I am a cat with twenty lives." "Besides, tomorrow never dies and the angel won't even accept my soul."

August 25, 2025. I was supposed to die on this day, but Echo wouldn't let me. The sleeping pills were already dissolving in my stomach, their numbing effect beginning to spread through my limbs. My eyelids grew heavy, the edges of my vision darkening. Soon, I thought, soon it would all be over. But Echo wouldn't have it. She kept meowing, kept crying, so loud. Her desperate cries pierced through the fog settling over my mind.

“Victor, Rachel is dead. I’ll send you a photo. Sigh… It’s your big day. I didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news.” A photo came through, showing Rachel on the ground, covered in blood. Vincenzo had absolute confidence that it would fool anyone. After all, the makeup had taken three full hours to make it look this real. He continued, his voice calm and steady, “When you’ve calmed down, we’ll talk properly.” “Shut up…” I muttered, over and over again. “Shut up… Shut up…” Then suddenly, rage ignited in me, and I slammed my foot down on the phone.

I couldn't help but recall the night when I suffered an unbearable stomachache. When I opened the door and saw her, I knew right then—she was the angel in my heart. Even though it was strenuous to carry me on her back, she still forcefully took me to the clinic. From that moment, I eagerly awaited our next meeting. Later, when I saw her in a video Rachel posted online, I realized she was Rachel's roommate. This gave me the perfect excuse. I told Rachel I wanted to visit and conveniently mentioned I had no money.

she says "Well, you looked wrong," Death and I say at the same time "They want us back now," Death says "Okay, bro you know, I met Ariel today," I tell Mika as we hug, "but I guess, I'll see you whenever they decide to stop torturing me," I tell her "Yeah, that's not ending anytime soon, but she can come to visit you in hell," Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell,"

This woman needed her alive. “Owww" Angela groaned in the next minute when she felt a heavy blow hit her at the back of her head. She felt something hot begin to streak down from her head, down to her back and Angela needed no one to tell her that it was her blood. She was going to die. She felt darkness overcame her and willingly gave herself up to it without struggling. It was going to win anyways. It always wins.

“Do you wish you could change that? Go back to the day you died and save you and your brother?” Gabriel placed his glass down, thinking for a moment. The feelings he must’ve had before in the first state of being an Angel must’ve been overwhelming. The accepting that you died couldn’t have been an easy task to deal with, perhaps that’s why over time they slowly start to forget, that way the pain of death wouldn’t hurt so badly. “No.” he replied honestly. “I would have never met you if I had.”