Angel Deaths Novels & Stories

Sam went pale and I shook my head. “A, you can’t just up and say shit like that.” She shrugged. “Why not? It’s true. I’m not going to sugar coat it for you pansies.” Aelia took a sip. “Death is as much as part of our lives as life is. We are in a circle. I was born from the goddess and I will return to her. If we are so ready to celebrate a life entering this world, then we need to also celebrate one’s leaving it.”

She was blessed by the god of thunder that no any Angle could not kill her. So she became very terrible.The whole world was in the face of destruction then. We have no idea how to stop her. Suddenly one day in one of our old books we find a way to kill Kair. A holy woman. Who is the apple of a thousand people's eyes. Who is the first queen of her kingdom. Who can kill the Kair. Her name was Liana. And after her you can kill Kair. But your life is at risk. Then the full moon rose across the sky. And as the light of the full moon falls on Arin's body and his thousands wings spread from his back.His wings covered the full moon. Arin come to his true form, an angel form.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

The last thing I wanted to do was scare the shit out of my Angel. Now, I raised my head, taking a deep breath to control my emotions. We finally pulled into the driveway, and Lorenzo stepped out and opened the back door. Gently, I wrapped Summer in the sheet covering her body and lifted her in my arms. Her face was cradled against my chest. I wondered if she could hear the hammering of my heart. I was so fucking angry, but there was another feeling I didn’t recognize that was stronger than anger. Betrayal. Sadness. Grief. Could you experience grief when someone wasn’t dead?

" Dale had personally helped me up and fed me the tea, but it was brewed with unrefined silver oleander. I died of poisoning right then and there. At the doors of the emergency room, Maya cried so hard she could barely stand on her feet. "I'm sorry… I'm just too stupid… "I didn't know oleander was poisonous. I just thought it smelled sweet…" As I remembered how my organs had burned, and how I died from pure agony in my past life, I raised my hand and tossed the energy drink into the trash can. It landed with a thud. Maya's eyes immediately turned red-rimmed. "Sierra… You like this drink, don't you? "I saved my allowance for weeks just to buy it for you. That's the best thing I could afford…

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Then, standing with her hands over the ashes, she starts her chant. - Cande cineres Maiorum meorum, qui laesi mortui sunt, surge et fac angelum dubitare. fac Angelum nuntiare avunculo iter per hebdomadam morari. (Latin translation - White ashes of my ancestors, who died wronged, rise and make Angel doubt. Make Angel tell his uncle to delay the trip for a week.) The ashes slowly turn into steam, which rises and passes under the door. Traveling the distance between the rooms, it enters under the door, where Angel rests from the new attempt on his life.

The night prior had seen me tossing and turning, a turbulent sea of thoughts churning within me as I contemplated the impending encounter with Antonio, my betrothed. Antonio Luca, a name that carried with it an aura of dread and an air of mystique. Over the months leading up to this juncture, I had delved into the depths of research concerning this enigmatic figure. My findings, culled from various sources including newspapers, painted a haunting portrait of a man rumored to have single-handedly taken the lives of fifteen individuals, earning him the chilling moniker "The Death Angel of Doom." Though official channels may have debunked these claims, my intuition whispered a truth that refuse

I just wanted to know if what I heard was wrong. "Yes! Tiffany continues to reincarnate into different people from one life, to another. Aiden is lost, his life is very messy, he suffers because every time he finds Tiffany, The Angel Of Death always comes to take her away."Edmud sounded sad when he said that. "How do you know?" "We're friends, Me and Aiden!" Oh wow! I didn't even know there was an angel named Aiden. "Michael said it happened seven hundred years ago, so is Aiden still doing the same thing? Looking for Tiffany?"

Angel laid on the bathtub visibly looking numb, her lips almost turning blue, her skin grossly pale and her shining hair sank underneath the weight of her gloomy face. The water came up and washed her down and it repeated over and over again. Was she dead?