Angel Of Distruction Novels & Stories

I couldn't believe that I destroyed the cabin completely. I dropped to my knees in despair and let out yet another painful cry. The tears ran down my face like a river as I sobbed uncontrollably. I did this. I vaguely remembered the warning I had received from the angel when I thought I was dead. She had warned me that I had the power for good and also for great destruction. I had vowed to myself from that day that my powers would only be used for good. I wanted to laugh at my old self as I now stood in front of my own destruction.

Voice of reason was screaming like a mad man at the far distance where I dropped it. “It’s me. I’m Angel.” It was out. There was no going back again.

I shouldn't think about this right now. My attention goes back to the music as I let it sink in. I hear a deep masculine voice behind me. "Hello Angel, may I have this dance?" I look behind my gaze, falling on a 6 or 6'5ft angel. He's dressed in a clean, jet black suit, with green seductive eyes matching his green inner shirt. His hair is in a buzz cut style, full, noticeable eyebrows, long lashes, caramel skin tone, and a clean shave with a little mustache that makes you want to think about bed play.

(Author’s POV) In Alex's pack grounds, a war is ready to break out, but in Daimon's realm, the air outside Alden’s sanctuary was thick, heavy with tension and the stench of impending death. Alex stepped out of the sanctuary’s protective barrier, his steps steady and resolute despite the overwhelming darkness that lay before him. Behind him, his army followed in perfect formation…the angelic soldiers gifted by an angel, their celestial armor gleaming even in the dim, malevolent glow of Daimon’s realm.

The air crackled with energy, a charged atmosphere that hummed with the potential for further destruction. Lucifer and Luna, locked in their deadly dance, showed no signs of fatigue. Their powers clashed in a relentless storm, each strike a test of endurance and will. Allistair, his Chaos a whirlwind of energy, fought alongside Cerberus, their combined might a formidable barrier against the angels.

“I can't even scare a pathetic mortal. No one takes me seriously anymore, not until I'm hovering over their deathbeds about to chop their souls in two.” “You definitely scare me. But you're the Angel of Death.” “Which means what?” “You can't do anything to me unless I'm about to pass over. You're not the Angel of Murder, so you can't kill me; you're not the Angel of Crippling Disability, so you can't seriously maim me-” “It's idiotic sentiments like yours that drive me to drink.” “Fine! Enlighten me then, why don't you?” He grinned like a shark. “I am the Seducer and Destroyer, the Poison of God. And that, dear maggot, is all you need to know. Now make yourself useful and go get me a

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?

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.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

"I'm ready" "ok, you see this girl on the screen, her parents just died in an accident but she was saved, she has a great future but without the help of an Angel, she will be led astray, you have to guard her for 18 years and if your past, I will send you to earth as a human angel to guard the human of your chosen" 18 years is a lot by then Vegas has grown, but I will come back to guard him as a human and I can be able to interact with him "ok" she smiles