Angel Of Destruction Novels & Stories

Ouch,” she cried out, holding her arm. Sharp pains shot through her right arm which had made its second hurtful contact with the floor that day. She didn’t have time to think because she was immediately dragged harshly off the floor by the man she fell with, who had already stood, still looking murderous. “Who the f**k do you think you are,” he spat angrily. She cringed at his raised voice, then began trying to free her left arm. “Let go of me, you bastard!”

She is pure, sensitive, loving, and kind; she means no harm to any creature, good or bad, believing everyone deserves a chance. My father, Bernael the Fallen, followed Lucifer on his fall from grace. Bernael, known throughout Heaven and Hell as the Fallen Angel of Darkness and Evil; his only care rests on his love for death and destruction, pain and agony; nothing else holds any place in his heart, not even me, it seems. My Mother, heartbroken discovering the truth surrounding the man she loved, refused to speak of him with me. Only sharing that he was evil itself and we had to stay hidden for our safety.

“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.

Her hellfire traveled through the ground, then shot up like a pillar, completely catching the third angel within it. A sharp agonising scream filled the skies. It shocked the angel facing Vanora so much that Vanora got a clean strike through her chest. As Vanora stared at the second angel falling to the ground, she realised that she was still glowing white. The agonising scream was also ongoing. She looked back at the angel who was convulsing on the floor in pain. When they made eye contact, the angel shouted angrily, "What a sadistic and cruel power this is! You're so horrible!"

She would never be his butterfly because that way she would always be reminded how easily crushable she is, how easily she could be blown away as dust. She would run for however long she could, and nothing he would say would bring her out. She had to be free of him. She didn’t want to end up like her family, and even if she didn’t have to, she didn’t intend to forgive him. He didn’t only cross a line; he destroyed the opposing empire when they least expected and didn’t even attack. She hid better and held her breath. “Seraphina? You are my mate. You cannot hide from me. Come out with both your wings or—”

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

Only they knew how terrifying Angie's powers really were. Her domain, the Spell Spheres of Darkness, had been bestowed to her by the god of the clan's own religion. The blessing of the God of Darkness was far from something a mere mortal would be able to take down. All the Zeetos were certain that Wilbur was a dead man for sure. Wilbur frowned and readied his sword for another attack as he roared, "Secondary Form: Damnation of the Thunder God." A dark cloud over ten meters wide appeared over Angie's head at once, raining down countless lightning bolts that lit up the night.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

Trembling with fear, the young person took a breath and said: “My mother told me that there are angels, but I didn't want to hear, I didn't want to hear… Now I'm being punished by God for my sins. Jesus sends you, Angel Azrael, Angel of Death Azrael, to punish me as a sinner… ”The rest of the senseless babbling was lost in the deep sobs of the madman and he clapped his hands over his face, crying. “Cristiano, please! Give us your coordinates. Reinforcements are on their way to you, ”the device tried again.

So this is on him and I don’t feel a grain of sympathy for him. “This is her revenge. He killed her wolf and anchor. The Angel has taken complete control. The world is burning and …” “The seas will boil, with the kingdom of heaven falling. Earth will follow, the balance has been destroyed. Demons are running loose as well as all manner of monster.” Odessa tells us and I look at her and she looks gravely at what is happening. “We need to stop her, but how?” someone asks and I turn and look at them and shake my head.