Angel Of Destruction Novels & Stories

The way Saiva said that in a low tone got them thinking it must be serious! "Your next goal is to gather the seven orbs. It will not be as easy as rescuing wolves. Even trying to steal one of the orb might kill all of you. And you know death is a restart button or it might be game over. The Angel of Death is mischievous, and if we put this like a game, he is the worst enemy-- the game maker." "If he is the game maker then how will we achieve this? He is too powerful for us and worse he would just crush this world!"

Angel was a kind of drug. ‘Alright, maybe it is…’ He stilled for a second, caught in a deep thought. ‘It’s an obsession.’ Angel was… delicious, yes, but it wasn't just about the physical pleasure. It was about need. A desperate, all consuming need to ground himself back to reality. Angel’s presence was warm. Real. His—and nobody else’s. To mark him. Bind him. Own him in ways no one else ever could. But was that really it? Was that… love?

high, I see don't get what he means by high, but whatever he says, I know I need to follow him. "and pls cover-up," he throws cloth at me, he must be very nice, I smile as I put on the clothes "that is a beautiful necklace," he say, I look down my naked, I didn't notice it, Alba has given me this necklace, the pendant is white crystal, is a holy necklace, the pendant will get black if I indulge in any evil things of the world, example, killing, sexual intercourse with human and many more, and if the pendant turns black it means, I'm a fallen angel and I will never be able to return to heaven, I shirk at the thought of it.

He would make it a better place for the unwanted and make a home for himself. Laurent was a stubborn Angel and he would make an even better Fallen.

He saw what happened, everything that happened to Vala, he saw everything. "Your son killed her," he said in anger, getting up to his feet and turning his gaze on Flower. "Your mother was here earlier on, she knew something was wrong with Vala when she scented her, if only she followed her heart and not my words, the stupid girl would have been al-" Flower didn't get to finish her words, when her head get decapitate from her body. He roared in anger and flew upwards, breaking the walls of the palace, until he he was above the kingdom of Nilela. He summoned his battle armor. His silver battle armor that was covered in spikes appeared on his body, and his white wings spread impressively. A fie

Cain asked. “On the island, hunters and coven saw two powerful fallen angels. One of them was Samael. The other was Abaddon known as the destroyer or angel of destruction.” said Tyler. “Abaddon, his job is to oversee the destruction of the world’s inhabitants. He also has henchmen who have been instructed to torture people, but they will not kill them.” “Perhaps he causes human suffering,” said Axen. “Now that you know the two fallen angels, it’s not good for those two to join forces,” said Tyler. “And if we can’t stop what happens you need to read the bible, go to church and pray. Ask for forgiveness and repent.”

I walked over and shut the door but when I turned Antonia stood there with tears welling in her eyes, “he’s going to be so hurt by all this, he loves her already and she’s his mate, why, why did she do it again, she was good, wasn’t she.” My heart broke as a tear fell from her beautiful big brown eyes, my arms wrapped around her, keeping my voice calm, “I can help her again, but only when she really wants it, it will take time now for that to happen.” She looked up at me, “she said he, who is he?” I bit my bottom lip, “Abaddon, he’s a fallen angel, he’s the exact opposite of me, he’s destruction and chaos, he feeds on their torment, fears, leads them to destroying themselves so their souls w

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

The tentative truce may be over. It may well be all-out war. Again. And as Mirrie knew damn good and well, The Fallen Angels didn’t mess around. When they went to war, they laid waste to their entire world. They went after their enemies, without mercy or restraint, and they didn’t rest until those enemies were pulverized to dust, until they were literally blown off the face of the planet. Their capacity for rage knew no bounds; their thirst for revenge was never quenched; their lust for blood was never slaked.

First of all, no matter what you might think, I did save you. If I hadn't, you wouldn't be standing there now with that fucking stinking attitude on your face. In fact, you wouldn't be standing at all. You'd have been erased from existence. Everyone you know wouldn't remember you. No one would care because no one would ever have known you. That's what they do, you see. The great and benevolent Angels. They wipe all memory of people like you from everyone you ever loved and from everyone who ever loved you. Humans aren't meant to see them and the moment you started seeing our world, you became marked. You became an aberration, fit only to be wiped from the face of the Earth.'