Angels And Death Novels & Stories

I could see Hoka was beyond excited and his little pecker was straining in his pants. "Well we're going to take off, it was a pleasure to meet you Death Angel," the Shark God said as he, his wife and young son vanished. I frowned wondering how they knew he was a Death Angel and I hadn't in the past. Rai wrapped his arm around my waist and we headed back up to the house with the shy pair of soulmates following after us. Hoka and Kaimana a perfect couple I was so drawn to the attractive Ocean Nymph. Sebastian said I'd find my soulmate and it appears that I had. I couldn't believe that we were talking about our interests and it seemed like we were carved from the same exact stone.

"So, God was angry. The girl was rejected by both heaven and hell, her soul was buried as her burdens could only be borne by the Earth and the blue stairs were made. They could only be crossed by Fate and Mortal souls. Death could not cross them to reach heaven. Ever. He left the mortal girl child in the mundane world. I took care of her in every step. I protected her heart and soul as she grew up. She married another mortal and had a child. It was again a girl. Who married another mortal, had a child. It went on until you were born. Your pink hair resembles Death's hair. Though now it has turned peachy, he has lost much of his strength over the years. Sadness usually kills an angel. Angels

New York (July 2019) Haneul knew angels weren't supposed to mourn, as they were beings that knew full well how the universe worked. For them, it wasn't a permanent goodbye as the departed soul merely merges with the Macroverse, to be awakened again when the Court of Angels deemed it so after a thousand years or so. And even if Haneul, who was once dubbed by LJ as 'the most angelic of all angels', did mourn, it wouldn't be for her. Mikazuki. Everyone around her had been suspicious of her activities as a messenger angel who had questionable ties with the demonworld before she joined their squad in the Mirror division. But at the news of her death, Haneul couldn't help but feel grief. Amara was

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

"No! I am not going to do anything until you tell me–holy freaking sh*t!" Ethan accidentally pushed a human-sized angel statue beside the fireplace. They heard clicking sounds before the angel statue slide aside with the wall behind it, revealing a stair leading somewhere down. None of them was able to react for a full minute. Their eyes just kept shifting back forth from each other, both riddled with confusion. "What is this place?" Ethan exclaimed while scanning the spacious room that is filled with all kinds of weird stuff. "I have never seen these things before in my life." Andra stated with astonishment.

"I am still amazed at how you survived a collision that takes away the life of most of my strong men." "That was because I am a cat with 20 lives," I replied with a smirk. "Let me tell you one more secret: the angels hate my soul. That is part of the reason they never let me cross the border." I said into his ear with a wide grin on my face. I felt his anger resurfacing, and he was clenching his fist while trying to control his temper. "Don't waste your energy, Mr Ryan." I elucidated again, stressing Ryan. "You can reserve your strength till I am strong enough, then watch as I will surely cut your tongue, which you always used to kiss my mom and those balls of yours that don't know their lim

before he left. "You," I whispered not being able to look at his face. He was covered in blood which I'm sure wasn't his. "This is my job, Andrea. I have to do this," he said taking a few steps towards me. "This isn't the Theo I know," I whispered backing up, "This is a whole entire spawn of Satan." And I was right. With blood dripping from his clothes he looked the part too. He chuckled darkly and for some reason I wasn't scared. "That's where you're wrong," he whispered. My back hit the wall as backed away from him. He leaned closer and whispered, "I am the devil himself."

"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.

She was too innocent for him. He laughed out at his words. Innocent for Ronald? She was too innocent for him, Greg, as well! He knew he wasn't a saint but he would never hurt her. Pure angels like her were not meant to be hurt but treated as the delicate beings that they were. He would surely make her his and his alone. And no man would stand in his way. ❤❤❤

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******