Angel Slayers Novels & Stories

“She didn’t know what she was doing. She isn’t to blame.” “Jasmine Peters healed two souls that belonged to The Almighty already. One of them has already been converted. We cannot let this continue, she is a threat to the natural order of things.” One of them replied. Gabriel’s mouth twitched. “Then you leave me no choice.” His fist glowed and the three tilted their heads in amusement. They were far more powerful than Gabriel, a lot taller, damn near giants. They were among the first batch of Angels The Almighty created alongside Lucifer. They were on his level, but Gabriel was clearly out of his league.

Leyanne and Lyra Helene went to their mother, and Selene chose to be with me. She wrapped her arms around my neck. “I love you, Daddy.” Her lips puckered, and she planted a kiss on my cheek, then she went to her mother, while Leyanne and Lyra Helene hugged and kissed me before walking on the bed toward their usual places when they sleep. “Okay, girls, prayer time,” Angela reminded them. Our three angels nodded and started their long prayers, thanking the day that I didn’t need to ask Angela what happened between Lalaine and her because of what I heard from the girls. They also included their wishes but what made me raise my eyebrows was about having another puppy and their last petition.

She was about to just give it all away. They didn't stop. It feels like someone ripped my heart out when Dylan gave me the full details of the party and how she was about to sacrifice her life. I felt anger but most of all despair. I guess Angel is right. I've taken away her freedom. And we haven't been with each other for a really long time. *** Quinn Daggers were our rival. They were the ones who were the real danger. They were the one who hurt the innocent and kill them. They show no mercy. And I hate people like them.

I lied, well it's technically the truth. "Ain't you gonna get your lunch?" Angel asked. "I'll get it for her since she seems tired. What do you want?" Hottie asked and I told him. He got up and left to get our meals. Looking at them, I could see the slight resemblance. They both had jet black hair and adorable dimples but while Hottie had hazel eyes, Angel had silver eyes and a lip ring. "I'm sure you're now convinced I'm not an Angel?" He smirked.

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.

She smiled at him and he looked at her with anger and fear all over his face. He ignored the phone, moved closer to her and asked, "What did you do to them?" He glared at her while his hand fisted the bedsheets. "Nothing, yet. I have two of my best snipers trailing them and any stupid mistake of yours will result in their deaths. Are we clear?" She smiled at him and he collected the phone with shaking hands, his chest heaving up and down as his breathing became laboured. "Please, leave them alone. They have nothing to do with this." He sobbed and pleaded with her.

With a sharp tap of my toe on the jade stairs, I leaped into the air. Then, I completely released the abyssal demonic energy I had been suppressing within this mortal shell. A tsunami of black demonic flame erupted, in the blink of an eye blotting out the sun and plunging half the Canonization Platform into the shadow of an endless night. It was the purest form of chaotic energy. A single touch would cause a celestial's bones to crumble to dust. The celestial soldiers at the front did not even have time to scream before they fell in droves, like puppets with their strings cut.

Metal clashed against claw, the haunting cries of the wounded melding with the snarls of combatants locked in a deadly dance. We were outnumbered but undeterred, our determination unyielding as stone. Each member of the allied forces fought with a tenacity born of desperation, knowing full well what defeat would mean. Our enemy, The Dark Angels, a group of ugly spirits associated to the Black Faes, had descended upon us like a plague, their dark magic seeping into the very soil we stood on, corrupting all it touched.

I asked gently. He went quiet. Instant regret washed over me. “I’m sorry,” I said hurriedly. “You don’t have to answer that. I shouldn’t have asked.” He sighed. “It’s all right,” he said finally. “Perhaps you deserve to know.” He leaned back slightly. “She’s been that way since birth,” he said. “She hasn’t spoken a word since the day I met her.” Pain threaded through his voice, deep and raw. I swallowed hard. And in that moment, I understood something clearly, Angel wasn’t just a responsibility to him. She was his greatest wound.

her voice resonated with a sarcastic tone. Adamas is the strongest iron, and Demons and Fallens are allergic to it. It is only found in the Silver City or Heaven, where Azrael and her siblings, the other Angels reside. Weapons made from it can kill Demons in a touch and the only weapons were Angels are vulnerable to. As per Nae, touching it is torture, but the feeling is most described as a burn because it was forged with the Heavenly Fire.