Angel Of Death Book Novels & Stories

Her radiance had, in a sense, acted as a catalyst, dispelling the shadows that had enveloped him for so long. Dante grappled with the realization that the malevolent ambitions he had harboured were being replaced by a newfound sense of clarity and vulnerability. The implications of Claire's Angelic powers were astounding, and they had the potential to reshape the destinies of not only Dante but the entire supernatural realm. As he continued to wrestle with his own transformation, he couldn't help but wonder about the true extent of Claire's divine influence and what it might mean for their shared journey.

He thought he heard the sound of the door opened and closed again but paid no heed to it as he took another sip of his drink with his eyes closed. Then perfume scents wafted in the air around him and he felt a feminine hand tug gently on his arm and made him lie on her soft chest. He tried to look up to see who she was but he couldn't make out her face as the room was darkened, his blurred sight not helping and she started murmuring light words of comfort as she loosened the buttons on his shirt. Too tired to care who the lady was and what she was doing, he resigned himself to his fate, imaging the woman to be His Angel but with a small thought at the back of his mind that her scent was not

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

“What’s so bad about her? She looks sweet.” “...Looks can be deceiving,” Felix replied, still refusing to take her eyes off the girl. “Especially when they belong to someone who’s meant to be dead.” And I froze next to her, unsure if I’d just heard her right. “What…?” “‘The Angel of Death’, is what they call her,” she continued. “She died at sixteen. Buried, funeral, crying, the whole ordeal. I heard it was a rogue that killed her, the Silver Saintess being the one to find her body.”

it wasn't a great death for an Alpha, never mind a death for an Alpha of the Crimson Blood-Hounds. Really, my death? How I went out... it was pathetic. I, Nikolas Von Kassin was going to have my soul whisked away... I wonder what it was going to feel like? When my soul left my body. When I see Mother, Father and Samuel again... 'Thank you, Angel of Death,' he thought. ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ This was Nikolas's first encounter with Sephora. He thinks he truly is dead and dying, that Sephora is an Angel of Death come to take his soul away. He was delirious from the severity of the injuries inflicted on him by his Beta's surprise attack.

Angel So today is Bryan’s funeral , Dee has been surprisingly strong and calm through all of this its scary I know what makes it hard on her is that she will never get to hold ,him she’ll feel his presents being amongst the dead , Jasper let it slip this morning that she is pregnant again they haven’t told anyone yet because they found out the same day that Draco and the kids were kidnapped she is due on the fall equinox that is amazing

It took them awhile, but they managed to go through everything and pack up the useless stuff. Angel was in the office going through the desk while two of staff members were packing up the books inside when one of them went to grab another book and the whole shelf moved. Her father who had just been standing there looked at her oddly and she shrugged, she hadn’t known the room was there either. When they opened it, they found what appeared to be a secret office in what was intended to be a panic room. There was a lot of paperwork, financial information, a lot of things that didn’t make sense right off. Until Angel looked at it closer and saw the pattern. It turned out Kingsley hadn’t just bee

The word tore from my throat as I slid down the counter, my legs unable to hold me. I’d butcher men without remorse and paint their blood on the walls as if it was some fucking piece of art. But this...this was different. My soul laid bare, utterly consumed by rage and anguish. My men stayed with me and watched their mafia king break apart, waiting for the explosion. My wrath would awaken the demon inside me, summon hell, and unleash my demons to wreak havoc on Earth to avenge my Angel. “How did they get to her?” My voice was hoarse, the words muffled as I spoke into my hands.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

She doesn’t know that is an angel for a devil. What destiny holds for them? Will the tragedy continues in their life? Prologue Author Pov: A beautiful girl is standing near the window looking outside and enjoying the cool weather with closed eyes. With lots of questions running in her mind, she lives her unknown life. She always feels that someone out there looking for her desperately. She consoles herself many times when she doesn’t even know why she is crying. Sometimes, she uses to cry a lot without knowing the reason. She misses something big in her life. She wants to find answers to all her questions. But, her way was surrounded by dark.