Angel Slayer Novels & Stories

Itsuki said, which made Marcus frown in confusion. “Angel with devil horns? Why?” he asked. “The girls in our troops are called Angels. But since she’s the coldest and ruthless among them, they called her Angel with devil horns.” Mariko rolled her eyes as she put the weapons they had used earlier from the training back on its shelves.

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.

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

"I went to the seer again. I told him everything. He listened—calm, knowing, as if he had foreseen it all along. And then he told me something else." Her next words sent chills through the air. "He said my curse is valuable to the devils… or their demise." She paused, her expression unreadable, before continuing. "He told me that if I wanted to fight back, if I truly wanted to stand against the devils, there was only one place for me—the Angels of the Burning Sun. A place that doesn't take open applications, that only the chosen few even know about. He said he would personally arrange for my recruitment, that my abilities and my curse made me someone they couldn’t ignore. That if I wanted ve

He's a little damaged, but a strong Angel. • Kyle Fletcher: This young demon in all his glory is twenty-two. With eyes like those of a dragon, he's one of the strongest Demons currently alive. Unlike the general description of a demon, Kyle is calm and takes decisions after careful thought. He's 181 cm tall (5'11 ft), weight- 67 kg (147 lbs). MBTI type: ENFP. He is strong, both physically and mentally. Favorite color: Purple. Zodiac: Virgo. Jamie believes that Asa loves him because he's a lot like Vantae but hands down to the truth, the angel loves him for his red eyes. Not that it's the only reason, but it's one of the major things about Kyle that make the angel's heart beat faster. The you

A silence would form, with only rain to fill the void, but my reins were not under control. — Your house has almost no windows... Are you a vampire? — I whispered. — I don't think so, Angel. He looked at me lying on the bed, covered by his sheets and dressed in his clothes. He didn't seem to mind. — I like it when you call me Angel... In his voice it seems to sound more...—I took a deep breath, closing my eyes and losing myself in my reasoning. — I don't know...

Isla went to the palace. Arin took the arrow and started looking at it. Who can attack them.If the owner of this arrow is something other than a human, then he should know Arin that Arin is an angel.And no one can be higher than an angel. Arin was very angry. He changed from his human form to his true form, the Angle form. And he shouted, "Who has the courage to shoot arrows at me come forward?"

I open the Team Rankings and lock onto my targets for tonight: [Rank 1: Elite Squad 1]. An hour later, I lock the door to Arlo's dorm. He's already turned his desk into a glowing, state-of-the-art hacking terminal. "Show me the nightmare list," I order, leaning over his shoulder. Arlo brings up the high-res patrol files. We scroll past the ridiculously handsome Archangel and Vampire. Then, I freeze. I stare at the third target for a solid minute. "Arlo...did you accidentally d******d a picture of a UFO?" "That's Raziel," Arlo shivers. "He doesn't use his human form. He's a biblically accurate Throne Angel."

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

Selena Lethal I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him, all this while, I thought Angel Roswell was at least 40 years and above, but the man who had come to me looked nothing short of 27 summers. The voice messages did no justice to his voice, though I was able to recognize it. He looked very young and extremely handsome, his name did justice to his physical looks, but his inner look, his name did no justice at all, he is supposed to be named Satan and not Angel, because that is what he is, a demon. Angel Roswell is the head of the Italian mafia bujambo, he is dangerous and ruthless, I can never imagine myself with him.