Angel Deaths の小説・ストーリー

Dark nodded his head and opened it, frowning when he saw the total death which he was obliged to collect and deliver. "There was a car accident and everyone on the public bus and jeepney was killed." said Barachiel. "Is this serious, chief? You want me to pick and deliver 50 souls now? On my graduation day?" Dark asked. "Angels have no day off, Dark." said Barachiel. Dark just shook his head. Elize had a little chuckle. "And you, Lucian." said Barachiel once more. "Yes, chief." said Lucian.

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.

New York (July 2019) Haneul knew angels weren't supposed to mourn, as they were beings that knew full well how the universe worked. For them, it wasn't a permanent goodbye as the departed soul merely merges with the Macroverse, to be awakened again when the Court of Angels deemed it so after a thousand years or so. And even if Haneul, who was once dubbed by LJ as 'the most angelic of all angels', did mourn, it wouldn't be for her. Mikazuki. Everyone around her had been suspicious of her activities as a messenger angel who had questionable ties with the demonworld before she joined their squad in the Mirror division. But at the news of her death, Haneul couldn't help but feel grief. Amara was

he began carefully, “is not an opinion. It’s not speculation. It’s documented.” My fingers trembled as I reached for the folder. I didn’t open it, yet. I couldn’t. “Just say it,” I said. “Say the worst thing. I’m good at surviving worst things.” Alex leaned forward, forearms resting on his knees. “Elena,” he said gently, “Angela did not die.” The room tilted. I laughed. A real laugh this time; wild and disbelieving. “That’s not funny.” “I’m not joking.”

"Miles, you should probably go back to your room. You know you passed out days ago from excessive alcohol intake, and you don't look too good. I've relieved you from the stress of pack duties for the meantime. You need to rest and get back on your feet. I'll handle it on my own." Motionless and frozen near the window, teeth gritting. Dane's gaze was palpable throughout, an expectation for words to break the silence. Yet, there was only the weight of unspoken thoughts, too heavy and frightening to be voiced. "Is something wrong?" he asked. "Angel... I think Angel is dead. I think someone must have killed her," I said, my voice low, not hiding the fear in it. Dane was by my side in seconds as

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

"He came to the human world himself!" "Are we in trouble?" Murmurings filled the air as the black limousine stopped in front of the huge mansion. The door of the car was pulled open by another and as soon as it was pulled open, silence fell across the entire mansion. Not even the breathing of the others in the mansion could be heard as a lot of them had their breath hitched. The King of Death Angels, Adonis had not come to the human world himself for over a million years but had spread his angels to take over the tasks of taking expired souls away and now he was suddenly back to the human world. It was frightening for every other death angel.

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

So he had to die with my strength. "Albus Wesley, son of Alejandro Wesley. As one of the angels of death. I am reaping your soul, today. You may now perish in the hellish fire of hell." When my hand finally caught fire Wesley was screaming in pain. And as it finally disappeared his body sank to the floor due to my heavy presence and determination. I have to get to hell, this is my only way to know the truth. Things that creatures in the ministry of death cannot say.

Angel informed me sadly. I'm dead! As in I'm no longer alive. That's why my soul just travels to the other side. I thought I was just astral projecting in my dream. But now that I know who Angel's true self is, I understand now why the shaman tried to close my third eye.