Angel Deaths Novels & Stories

he informed me, accepting the tea I offered with a grateful nod. "Looking for me?" I laughed softly, the sound hollow and empty. I stirred my own tea, watching the leaves swirl. "I'm already dead. What does he want with a ghost?" The Beta—Kane—shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "He refuses to accept your death. He's been to your old clinic at least a dozen times, interrogating your former staff. He's tried to contact all your former friends and colleagues." A flicker of unease passed through me. "Has he found anything?"

Zane told her, taking out his phone. “Zane,” she said. “No, Angel. I can let you make excuses for a lot of things, but not this. I’m sorry if this frightens you and I understand if you need some space from me for the night. But he will not keep living on the same planet as you,” he told her while looking straight into her eyes. Ava sighed and shook her head. “I’m not afraid of you, Zane, and I don’t need space. I just think it’s a waste to kill someone who may be a shitty person, but is an excellent surgeon. He saves lives,” she told him.

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

she pleaded. "You know what, Angel? He's surely going to meet his ancestors today." Confused, Alisha asked innocently, "Why is he going to meet his ancestors? His ancestors are still alive?" "You're so innocent, Angel. No, his ancestors are not alive, but he's going to die and join them." Alisha gasped, realising what Alice meant by "meeting his ancestors." "Please don't kill him. You've already taken away my luck. Please don't do this," she begged. Alice stopped laughing and commanded, "Stand up, Angel."

He had the will to live. "This is where you would die." Elijah told Angel after Damon left. "I can imagine how devastated Jake Collymore would be when he finds out that his daughter is no more." Delia said, and an evil laugh emanated from her throat. "Please don’t kill me." Angel begged. "Please. I would do anything you wanted. Please don’t." "Too late." Delia said, a smile touching her lips, as she grabbed Angel by her arm and dragged her to a tree.

He whispered into Gadreel’s ear. When an angel dies, its soul dies with it. There is no rebirth. There is no return home. It is final. A tear ran down Gabriel’s check as he watched cracks of light rip his friend apart. The end of an Angel is surprisingly beautiful. There is no blood just light and then a burst, almost like a fire work. Gabriel was met by instant pain. Not in his side where Gadreel’s sword had pierced his skin. But in his back. His wings were being ripped from his body.

, he says, sounding bored to death. “He needs to up his game if he wants to kill me”, Angel says before he stands up and throws the headset to the desk and walks out of the office. I ended the stream as we watched them both get-up and leave. I terminate the screens and walk down the corridor to the back door, where I find Angel smoking. “Want one?” he asks, and I shake my head. “That shit will kill you”, I say, and he laughs out loud. “Yeah, apparently, I am already a dead man walking, so fuck that”, he says, and I can’t help but smile.

I ask, knowing the answer is no. “I’m sorry Rosa. When Odessa intervened, she changed your fate.” I scoff as I look away. Cece whines in my head, but the angel is oddly quiet. “The line of Rosalie needed wiping from the earth. The Angel of Death is an omen. Especially to the gods. She represents the end. Zeus couldn’t have that.” I slowly shake my head, balling my fists to my sides. “He won’t stop will he?” I ask and he moves closer to me. He crouches in front of me and tilts my head back.