Angels And Death Novels & Stories

In their black robes, faces hidden and holding the scythe to steal the souls of whoever skin they would graze. “What the…” They took a step back, contemplating the situation. And to worsen it, Katastrofi, stabbed his scythe on the ground, using another spell, “Dirge For The Dead.” The ground cracked and the souls of the fallen soldiers from previous wars began to emerge, rotten to nothingness as their skeleton was left. He not only brought angels of death but also an army of dead skeletons, tougher than a human being. To eradicate all of them, he was not holding back this time. Ready to eliminate them.

I want to stay with you as long as I live. Arin - Yes. Off course. Why not. You are just mine. In night Arin thinking that he is an angel. If he will marry with Isla then he loss his all power. But he love Isla and want to marry with her. The God and all angles seeing all things. They decide to talk with Arin about Arin and Isla. It was a full moon night. Angels come to their true form on this night and they cannot assume any other form on this night.So,Arin locked him in a cave.

"Don't take my life just yet. I've been praying to God, He will surely grant my wish, so please wait a moment. Hum? Please!" This is unnatural, humans shouldn't be able to see or hear our voices. It's against fate. But, what do I care? I just have to finish my mission as fast as possible and get back to my job. "Hey human, since you can see and hear me, then fine. I will introduce myself properly. I am the Angel Sue, as you said just now, I am indeed the Angel of Death, however, I'm not here to take your life, I'm here to replace Cupid who is in charge of finding love for you. So, just tell me what kind of man do you want!"

"He came to the human world himself!" "Are we in trouble?" Murmurings filled the air as the black limousine stopped in front of the huge mansion. The door of the car was pulled open by another and as soon as it was pulled open, silence fell across the entire mansion. Not even the breathing of the others in the mansion could be heard as a lot of them had their breath hitched. The King of Death Angels, Adonis had not come to the human world himself for over a million years but had spread his angels to take over the tasks of taking expired souls away and now he was suddenly back to the human world. It was frightening for every other death angel.

Captain exhaled "they won't be the same in power and technology, the "Devils of the red Moon" will be even deadlier than before" he clenched his fists "we have to be prepared or else humankind will fall into the hands of those devilish bastards and we won't let that happen at any cost". Suzan looked lost all of a sudden, "Promise me... Suzan...promise me...." the last words of Lucas were echoing in her mind. "I wanna resign from my duties as a member of the 'Angels of the burning Sun' "

Yeah everything looks all pristine and innocent during the day, but night time around the packhouse can be pretty fucking terrifying. And I’m the reaper himself. I have fourteen dead flies on my legs. Insects, yes, and definitely not sexy looking. But symbols of the males that tried to take me down and fuckin’ failed. But I know better than anyone, even my wolf… Flyers don’t live forever. We do our part to make this world a better place and try to leave it for those after us to prosper. Doze shakes his head and before he speaks, I already know why he’s pissed.

— I don't know. — When I know, I'll want to listen. Good evening, Angel. I heard the door close amid the darkness that enveloped me.

Angels, as a rule of thumb, did not reveal their true selves when humans were around, alive or dead. There was a reason we used to say, "be not afraid." After the first dozen humans killed themselves, we'd decided to try and create more person-friendly visages. The souls today were no different from the souls from the dawn of time. "What is that thing!?" There was a lot of screaming, and I assume running and pointing, as the newly dead souls of the good people on earth panicked when they were assaulted with the vision of a true angel. "OH GOD, WHAT IS THAT!"

The smoke from the sacrifice did not dissipate. Instead, it solidified into figures of surgical white and shadows of absolute black that lurked from the sanctuary’s rafters. Astaroth recognized them instantly: the Angels of Death, their void-scythes ready to claim Dorian’s body, and the “Executioners of Light”, faceless beings sent to tear Uriel from Carter’s form for permitting a romantic aberration on mortal soil. Astaroth let out a dry laugh, but Griselda, staggering, spat the words at him with urgency:

As if the chair had bitten her, she shot to her feet and pointed at me. “Rachel! You… You’re not dead…” I nodded. “I did die once, but I came back from hell. After all, there are still debts to settle.” I stared at her pale face and smiled brightly, asking, “Didn’t Victor tell you?” I paused before continuing, “In the Medici family, debts are always collected. They’re never left unpaid.” Her body swayed before she collapsed back into the chair, completely drained. “First thing,” I said, my gaze cutting into her like a blade. “Get up. That’s not your seat.”