Angelic Ghost 소설 & 이야기

“She’s alive… or she’s a ghost. She’s come back to destroy me. All of my plans- everything I worked for- it’s all falling apart!” The door burst open suddenly, and Carlene rushed in. “My Lord!” I didn’t even look at her. I just kept crying, rocking myself back and forth. “I saw her, Carlene… I saw Rose. I saw a ghost.” Carlene froze for a moment and then slowly walked closer. “My Lord… she’s not the one.” I lifted my head sharply, my eyes wide and swollen. “What did you just say?” “She’s not Rose, her name is Angel.” Carlene said gently.

* * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * * Midnight. Bethel felt taps on her shoulder from her sleep. The two grew more fierce and she had to open her eyes. "Angel" she called,seeing the little girl in her room. She rubbed her face with her palm and could see his worried Angel looked. "What's wrong?" She asked,sitting up on the bed. "Mom.... something.....is...isss...in my room" Angel said. "What's in your room?" She asked. "A ghost" Angel bursted out in tears and the hairs at the back of Bethel's neck stood..

meanwhile in sky good angel : I'm shy evil angel : are you a pervert to watch all these good angel : its romantic evil angel : yeah yeah so much good angel : hehe

Shirley went on home. Azriel didn’t miss the flight… She actually took it, saw Shirley at the airport and avoided her. She had her reasons though. She had found the identity of the angel of death, and that saddened her. Professor Wake texted her the name of the Lineage of Rebekah, who readily handed her descendants to the angel of death to avenge herself. In every generation of Rebekah’s descendants, one girl is choses by the angel of death has his vessel to carry out Rebekah’s Will. The vessel gets abilities, and white hair as a result and employs the name “Angelus Mortis” which translates from latin to English as the Angel of Death. Hence, Shirley Angelus Mortis. Azriel had decided to app

he says and finally I could move, I sat up, but I wasn't in my body, it felt more like I'm a ghost or maybe I'm just dead. "Andy" I call but he was laying next to me not answering, next I was now looking for daddy and Keiran but couldn't find them, all the people around us, they all looked like they couldn't see me. "No one can see us, just me" the new guy says, I looked at him, really looked at him, he had wings, big white wings, unlike the ones Keiran has. "Who are you?" I ask him. "I'm Azrael, the angel of death," he says, he's the last angel I'd want to meet or see, but he's here now to take us.

Ghost doesn't exist and evil spirits obviously doesn't exist either. ******

Angel is a demon and not a ghost! That's why he keeps on telling me that he's real. He was able to use a face that would not freak me out. But the moment he showed me his real face, I didn't know how to unsee it. The best thing I can do is to just ignore his presence.

Upon hearing this, the ghost's fingertips paused, as if she understood Amelia's words. Seeing this, Angelina pulled a bronze bell from her clothes and shook it frantically. The sound was like countless silver needles piercing the eardrums, making the ghost twist in pain and become even more violent. "Do you think a few words will make her listen to you?" Angelina laughed hysterically. "All these years, I've used her heart for ritual procedures every day, used her soul to prolong my life. She's already my dog—she bites whoever I tell her to!"

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

Wait, who even was her? What's my name? The Angel of Death was sitting at the lobby of the hospital, his wings uncomfortable with how the chair was designed. At his side was the furball, Kegawa that he likes to call Kedama. They were waiting for the machines to beep, for the flatlines to show on the monitor. He looks up at the clock and he smiled. Any moment now, he thought. "Oi, Keisuke. I thought they succeeded?" the furball asked him. "Why are we here waiting for the Seven Souls?"