Angel Of Distruction Novels & Stories

Knowing that my finally plan is in motion makes me so happy that I start to sing Sadistic, Surgeon of demise Sadist of the noblest blood Destroying without mercy To benefit the Aryan race Surgery with no anesthesia Feel the knife pierce you intensely Inferior, no use to mankind Strapped down, screaming out to die Angel of death Monarch to the kingdom of the dead Infamous butcher Angel of Death e.g. the credits to these lyrics do not belong to me. It is a song belonging to a band called Slayer. The song title is “Angel of Death”

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.

Dante's POV Angel stood resolute; her beautiful chocolate eyes now clouded with tears. "I, Angelique Baker, of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, reject you, Dante Greene, Alpha of the Wintercrest Nightwalkers, as my mate." The impact of her words sent me crashing onto the soft grass, my hands instinctively gripping my chest as if I could contain the ache that spread within my being. Each syllable felt like a merciless blow, causing my heart to fracture into a million agonizing shards.

I drift my eyes to where I last saw Tee, Angel is there, she's talking to her friend who is dressed as Chucky. Angel is dressed as an Angel, I know, very cliche but at least it's a dark angel, it's black wings are not too spreaded and thank luck because she'd be hitting people with them. She wears a short white prom dress to compliment her wings, I hate to admit it but it's sexy and definitely not a try hard costume.

Taking a hold of the thick brown cloak he had on, he unfastened it. "I am...." He pulled off the cloak, letting it fall to the ground. On his back were two mighty wings which spread out wide and shone with such powerful light that it immediately incinerated the two demons standing close behind him. Liam smiled, unaware of the two demons he had just burnt. He placed his arms on either side of his hip, his toned muscles, washed in alcohol, stood out powerfully and intimidatingly. He stood a good seven feet and eleven inches tall, taller than any other person in the bar. "I am an Angel." He smiled widely.

Grey sneered at him. "Hey, how did you know? You must have excellent gaydar and I did put a pride flag out front but it got burned down. Probably some little misfits wanting a little fun. And don't you worry darling, I'm having another done immediately." He kept the tray of cookies on another empty chair and widened his arm. "I am Angel." He announced. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." Grey muttered.

jolt the Archangel Jin. "So, what should I do now?"

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the