Angel Deaths Novels & Stories

I said as I recall the times I’ve seen Laura before. “L-Laura?” he stuttered. “Yes, the one and only Laura Ballentine. But a werewolf murdered her five years ago and her soul already dissipated into dust.” I said. He gasped and froze. I understand his reaction because once an angel dies, his/her soul will dissipate forever into dust. That’s the punishment of living in the mortal realm without the consent from the Gods and Goddesses and running away from obligation and duties as an Archangel. Laura Ballentine is an Archangel and the eldest sister of Elaine. So Azrael is Elaine’s nephew? This is interesting. What would be Azrael’s reaction if he found out? Should I tell him or I’ll let him dis

Casie: "You are joking. Right. How can I be dead? I am standing in front of you fit and fine. I don't even have any scratch on my body. How can I be dead." I replied in an angry tone. "Have you kidnapped me? Are you going to call my Dad and ask for ransom money?" Amy:" Casie relax. Take a deep breath. I know it's hard for you to accept but you had a terrible accident and unfortunately, you didn't survive and is dead. My friend Sam carried your soul from earth to Angelina"

"She couldn't speak. She could barely breathe. When I saw that... it scared me... I wanted to call a doctor, an ambulance, someone to help. She called me over, to-told me to sit down and listen carefully. She said she wanted me to promise her something before she goes..." Damien let out a sigh and wiped his tears. Ashleigh could feel tears building up in her eyes too. "She said I should promise to move on and continue being a good man... promise to live life to the fullest and not let anything stop me from doing so... be it sickness, be it poverty, be it loss, I should take it all as it comes. "I promised her I would then she... sh-she closed her eyes a-a-and that was it. She just... died...

“You know what I hate the most? Humans with foul mouths.” Human? Did he just call me a human? What the hell was happening? How the fuck did I wake up in the middle of the streets? Without any injury. Vehicles were passing through me like… like I was invisible. Then there's this guy. He just suddenly appeared out of nowhere and introduced himself as a death angel. My fucking death angel. I don’t even know what a death angel is! “A death angel. Angels who are assigned to collect souls and bring them to after life. And what is after life? It's either heaven or hell,” he answered me.

I looked at Miguel and rolled my eyes, I mean what could have happened in a couple weeks. "You both have been gone three years, your father agreed reluctantly to punish you for killing the human Jorge, sorry for your three losses," Destiny's voice bellowed around us both, fading as she disappeared. Miguel eyed me curiously and I shuddered as a chill ran up my back. My Death signals were flashing erratically, this wasn't good.

If either one happened, Caddaric would not interfere in her life again. Sadly, he didn’t return her phone to her as well. “No, get me out of here, please. I will never bother her again,” Angelina was sobbing. Being isolated from the world to wait for one’s death was too brutal, especially when the person didn’t know which way it would take, being from hunger, thirst, bad health, or even attack by wild animals. Angelina was scared the more she thought about it.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

Cole said. “That is not the plan. I plan to let them burn with this shit hole,” Angel said. “No, Angel. I have a special dose of death serum for that bastard. I want him and his sons to be very dead. I am not taking chances with him, when I am done with him, then you can burn this shit hole down with their bodies in it. I must admit that’s the only way to wipe out the evidence that you guys were ever here,” Cole countered. Angel took his time to think about that piece of information. ‘Death serum, huh?’ Angel thought perhaps that would be a nice addition to his plans. He nodded in agreement.

Bronte's facial elements were totally mutilated. He looked ghastly and startling. Eventually, he was unable to try and contrast with his eyes when he kicked the bucket. His two eyeballs were totally ragged looking, as though he had contracted pinkeye illness. He glared furiously at Chapman and the others. "Try not to check me out. It wasn't me who caused your passing. It was the Death Inquisitor!" "Assuming you become an apparition, you should assist us with leaving alive!"