Angel Of Death Book Novels & Stories

The glowing yellow color of their eyes indicated that they were attuning their views to the heat spectrum, trying to run her heat and smell signature through the database they had locked on to their brains. One of the sniffed at her and sniffed harder then suddenly switched back to human form, his clothing material also switching back with him, and immediately adjusting to his new frame. “Annabelle Hades, oh god of the wind and seas,” the guard exclaimed, moving towards her. “By the stars and by the clouds, Andre Khaid. It is actually you.” She moved forward and jumped into his outstretched arms in a hug sending ripples of unexplained emotions through Dave.

“Since I heard he found his mate I've been looking for ways to get into the kingdom to see if she's still breathing or did you think he killed her already." “I think you should eat your food quietly, since you said you are bored under the sea, how about I send someone to cause trouble for your people so that you can be kept entertained for some months. " You are mean,” he said, going back to eating his food quietly." Niles Ohio and other warriors couldn't believe this childish god was one of the ruthless fallen angels.

Except he wasn't. He dragged me towards a book shelf, but not to read. He reached out the free hand to pull a brown book, and the shelf tilted to reveal a cold room. Vehemently, he threw me inside. I leaned to the freezing cold wall for dear life. I oscillated to see him dragging out a coffin. ‘What in the actual fuck?!” I let out a ponder through my lips. “You forced me to do this, Angel!” He assured, gently taking out the lid, and checking the cushionness with his hand.

My trembling hand skimmed over the brown old pages, the light provided by the small flashlight shakily dancing over the book, my slightly labored breathing being the only sound reaching my ears as I sat hidden behind the huge chair, hurriedly skipping over the words. "...a fallen angel is a wicked or rebellious angel that has been cast out of Heaven...” “For if God did not spare angels when they sinned, but cast them into Hell and committed them to chains of gloomy darkness to be kept until judgment...”

' I was buzzing, but not in the same way as any high I'd ever experienced. 'Fuck, Ethan,' I whispered. 'What the Hell is this thing they've got locked up in there?' 'Hell might just be the right word for it. At least as far as the Angels are concerned.' His eyes were drawn back over my shoulder as if he couldn't help but search it out. 'It's a book,' he said. 'A book so powerful they need to bury it in a vault to keep it hidden from the world.' 'How can a book be that powerful?'

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

Haven’t gone through the codes book I decided to start tomorrow with the first code “the activation of the angel of death at the cemetery. The book described the angel of death as the wicked angel. The death angel is dumb and deaf. it doesn't have any sympathy for anyone. It operates when the opponent number ranges from thousand upwards. I commanded the astral mirror to wake me up when it is 12 midnight. In my sleep, I heard a loud noise of alarm I woke up and it was exactly 12 midnight. I wore my gown and vanished in the air to the cemetery. I knelt on the material crossed my hand and activated my spiritual eyes as the book has stated.

“No- I was just going to slice off your tongue because you're a nuisance. But now that you suggest it.... dissecting you would be much more interesting. I just love dead girls.” “I'm going to hurl if you keep this up, and if I do, I won't be such a clean corpse.” “I'm the Angel of Death, my dear. I'm the patron of carnage and all things rotting. A bit of vomit is nothing compared to spewing blood and steaming entrails.” “You- an angel? Yeah right. Unless you're a fallen one.” “You don't believe me?” “No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.”

I didn’t kill any of those people. “This is someone who knows my family well enough. Way too well…” My gaze fell on Angelica, who was reading one of the articles opposite me, having pulled her hair into a bun to keep it from distracting her. “Are you the Angel of Death?” She looked up at me and blinked a few times as if waiting for me to burst into laughter and call it a prank. When I didn’t, she huffed. “I wish.” “What do you mean you wish?” That was an odd response.