Angel Of Destruction Novels & Stories

As Nahamani flew back down to the war zone, the blurry figures of angels began to clear up. Many of them had been slain and the few that remained were either protecting Michael or hiding in fear. The injured yet brave ones still threw themselves at the betrayers any chance they got. The buildings were in no better shape. The arena had been completely destroyed and the chaos had spread to the other beautiful parts of heaven. It turned out that while Nahamani conversed with the most high, Lucifer had instructed his angels to desecrate God's temples because none stood tall as before. Everything was in a mess and all hope looked lost but Nahamani no longer harbored the fear she had earlier. With

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 continued, “If you and my brother are fucking, I swear I will have your blood on my hands. I’ve killed hundreds of people before, you’ll just be another one of them. You should never long to see me angry, ever?” Angel started shaking at the mention of me killing people. She struggled letting her sobs come out, I was still blocking her windpipe. She was on the brink of collapsing, so I let her go. I'm not planning to kill her, at least as of yet. I watched her grasp for air, holding her throat. After she balanced the oxygen in her body, she started wailing. “If you don't open this door now Ace, I'm going to break it. Leave Angel alone, it's not her fault!” Luis mumbled, still fighting a los

Instead, visions assaulted her mind like flashes of lightning. At first, the images were hazy, indistinct. A happy family scene unfolded: a little girl giggling between her parents, their faces obscured. The warmth and joy radiating from the trio enveloped her, but she couldn't quite see their faces. Suddenly, the scene shifted. Flames engulfed a house, consuming everything in their path. A triumphant face materialized – Marcus Blackwood's. His eyes gleamed with malice, and her heart sank. Next, a grave appeared, bearing the name Jane Ruth. The little girl's cries echoed through the darkness as she clung to her father's long coat.

He walks around her place watching the pictures hung on her wall “Who are you and what are you looking for?” He stares at her sitting on her wheelchair and Jessica backs away feigning powerless “Get up on your feet I know you can walk” With a surprised look she ask while doing what he ask “What are you?” He replies with a devilish smile “I’m Abaddon The Destroyer” “Wait you were once an Angel right?” “We all were once something and I believe you were once a kind hearted human” He replied while looking around the house

“The devil you called is your brother, remember? Alistar, the Angel of Death. He was the brother that you sealed inside the volcano for thousands of years.” The Angel of Death, commonly known as Alistar in Moon Goddess' Kingdom, led a rebellion against the Moon Goddess because of her affection towards the supernatural species. One of Alistar's things was mating with a woman, Trinity, destined to be the mother of dark magic. Through that mating, Trinity received a considerable amount of dark magic in her arsenal.

It didn't come naturally to them, angles dedicated to being their appointed guardian loaned such powers to them. So, Laoth was her guardian angel, big whoop. Before I'd Fallen, I'd outranked his little ass. "You don't want to do that," my voice was a flat abysmal blackness that hurt my ears to hear. The thing about Falling was when angels Fell, they were unmade in a sense. Creation becomes Destruction. Love becomes Hate. Knowledge becomes Fear. The great undoing, if you will. At this moment, I felt hope rise in Nadya's chest, the hope she had for her trump card to work, and my demonic energy fed off that.

“I….. I don’t know how to show my gratitude to you two fo…. For giving me this life, a…. and sacrificing your life so that I could live, but the thing that I know very well is…. Is that I am not going to spare any of those evils who are responsible for your deaths. The only mission of my life from now on is ….. is to send those evil creatures to hell, an…. And make this world a better place to live for all the innocent people.” Angel was so overwhelmed with her sorrow that her voice continued raising with every word coming out of her mouth. She wanted to go forward and hugged both Ava and Madeline, but she was afraid. They were still inside that transparent box. Angel understood that their b

Regardless of how many times Baby Robbie opened up to Angel truthfully and expressed that he was willing to help her out unconditionally, it was evident that Angel would only reject Baby Robbie’s request for some particular reason. This made Baby Robbie feel extremely worried about her. Whitty suddenly asked, “Will this family destruction take place in the past or the future?” Baby Robbie suddenly came to a realization. He had simply assumed that these things had taken place in Angel’s past. However, he did not think about the possibility that it could occur in her future. If it would happen in the future, did that not mean that the Ares family would be destroyed? Baby Robbie looked at Savan