Angel Slayer Novels & Stories

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

Sara paced, predatory, then spoke with a voice that scraped the air. “You don’t know who she is, do you?” Kim tightened her hold on Jane. “Why are you doing this?” “Self-preservation. Evolution. Taking back what was stolen,” Sara said. To Jake: “I’ve had many names. Sabbath. Sabaoth. We were the first—hellhounds. You hunted us. But the girl… she is something else.” She tilted her head at Jane. “Her true name is Angelinka. The hound of light. God’s right hand.”

That would be a nightmare. We leave the dungeon few minutes later. Aiden and Asher, who came here few days ago after spending time in Blaine's pack, take charge of the Deads, while Angel and I manage our warriors. “Deads – human forms, pack – wolves, since you’re more accustomed to it. You’ll take care of the shifted Undeads, or humans.” My Angel orders as she fastens her harness. She has a lot on her, knives, katanas, a bow, arrows and her favorite dagger that she straps to her thigh. Had it not been for the situation we’re in, I would’ve laughed at her look. Wet hair roughly pulled in a ponytail, my shirt, wrapped in a harness, my boxers and bare legs, with a dagger strapped to her thigh.

ANGELA VALDES had known her escape from prison was too good to be true, but the suddenness and violence with with Dios. Was Ramos dying? Was he already dead? The gag in her mouth kept her from screaming, but her soul cried out in anguish. The blind warrior, a Shadowman from the heavens with a magical wolf spirit, had tried so desperately to save her. He’d been too drugged and injured to fight, and ended up face down in the mud, blood gushing from a knife wound in his back.

“The man you’re after is an assassin just like yourself who used to go by the codename Sathariel.” “Sathaerial?” “Named after the Angel of Deception; the 17th fallen angel of the Grigori. In all my years overseeing The Tournament, I’ve never met an assassin like him. He’s cold, calculating, and focused in a manner I’ve never seen. Exceptionally manipulative and his kill method was always changing. His claim to fame was studying the methods of other assassins and being able to mimic them, so his crimes would be traced back to them and not him. Textbook Machiavellianism.”

Even though they get something in return, there always remained a huge possibility of us losing and everything going to ashes. We stood directly near the raised steps and bowed to her in respect. She acknowledged our greetings with a simple nod and raised up from her seat. "The day before, as you all elf people are aware, a werewolf female, Seraphina approached our Kingdom to seek alliance for an upcoming war that she claims is going to broke." She addressed to her people, demanding their attention for what she was going to announce.

His tone left no room for argument. My gaze shifted to the fiery-haired woman. I noticed Emberlyn's brief hesitation, a flicker of doubt crossing her face before she steeled herself with determination. Raising her crossbow, hands steady, she took a deep, hissing breath. Another sharp crack shattered the silence as Emberlyn released the silver arrow, its deadly aim aimed straight for Angelo's head. With a thud, Angelo fell to the ground, his body collapsing onto Nova's, his skin sizzling immediately from the silver arrowhead piercing.

"No. You have just ascended. You do not understand!" "A fan in form, a sword in essence. It devours gods and severs the cycle of reincarnation. For millennia, there has only been one such peerless, malevolent weapon." "But... but was it not personally destroyed by the Celestial Lord in the Nine Hells?!"

I walked with them to the orphanage. “Isn’t this too much?” Angelo asked while tailing me. “It’s just breaking my heart. I want to do this. It’s my willingness,” I told him. After sending the kids to the orphanage, I noticed how Angelo throw weird glances at me. I’m empty handed now but it’s fine. I will just buy the other day. “You are very different,” he suddenly let out a sentence. “Different?” “The Selena I know is not like you,” he said still glancing at me. I can see it through my peripheral view. “I was testing you a while ago but I didn’t change your mind.”