Angels And Death Novels & Stories

Amber POV. During the last fifty years or something, heaven has been going into war with hell, they have gone insane, and they started to drop casualties, demons are dying, angels are dying, and others are falling. Angels are running away from the war, those are called fallen angels, they have black wings, and they go black after they fall after they lose their holiness and become creatures of heaven, but without any of the heaven touch left in them.

The room was abuzz with conversations and laughter, but underneath the veneer of glamor, darkness lurked, ready to pounce. The moment of truth approached, and Jared, Ian, and Scott executed their part of the plan flawlessly. Creating a diversion that captured the attention of security and attendees alike, they drew the focus away from the senator. In the shadows, SAKI and the others capitalized on the distraction, inching closer to their target with utmost caution. The atmosphere was electric, charged with anticipation and trepidation. The Seven-Eyed Dragon Mafia clan was a well-oiled machine, synchronized in their movements, driven by a singular purpose, DEATH.

I winked at my angel. "You're going to kill him for ruining your shirt!" She protested from the ground, her lips lifting into a pout. "When did she relish in the death of others?" I asked Ares, concerned; Abigail had healed a man she hardly knew yesterday and bargained away a part of her soul to those angels to save that stranger's life! Yet now, bathed in the blood that fell from his lips like a waterfall, she seemed to hunger for it. "Stop thinking! Kill it!" Ares roared, wrath coursing through my veins, "Take care of him so we can get back to the task in hand; mating her and filling her womb with pups."

Zane pointed out. “True,” the other blond man admitted. “The myth about this place had ous curios, and we decided to get here early. I see the myth is true. There are angels walking amongst mortals in this place,” he added, looking at Ava with an appreciative look. Ava looked back at him with uninterested eyes. He might be a blond hunk of yum, but she had Zane. Other men were like beautiful silk flowers when you have the real living plant to enjoy. They could never compare.

I continued, “If you and my brother are fucking, I swear I will have your blood on my hands. I’ve killed hundreds of people before, you’ll just be another one of them. You should never long to see me angry, ever?” Angel started shaking at the mention of me killing people. She struggled letting her sobs come out, I was still blocking her windpipe. She was on the brink of collapsing, so I let her go. I'm not planning to kill her, at least as of yet. I watched her grasp for air, holding her throat. After she balanced the oxygen in her body, she started wailing. “If you don't open this door now Ace, I'm going to break it. Leave Angel alone, it's not her fault!” Luis mumbled, still fighting a los

He confessed that he had reported my account previously to prevent the video from being posted, insisting that only he should see it. Later, he transformed his account, with ten million followers, into a chronicle of our everyday romantic life. After completing his studies and graduating, Jared formally proposed to me. ...... Jared's POV. I've been smitten since the moment I laid eyes on Yvette. If anyone asked me what an angel looked like, I would point straight to her.

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.

The air crackled with energy, a charged atmosphere that hummed with the potential for further destruction. Lucifer and Luna, locked in their deadly dance, showed no signs of fatigue. Their powers clashed in a relentless storm, each strike a test of endurance and will. Allistair, his Chaos a whirlwind of energy, fought alongside Cerberus, their combined might a formidable barrier against the angels.

A flash of the dark silhouette shot through her mind as she started to google the image trying to describe it. There was nothing on the website that was similar to what she saw to give an explanation. Hope was almost lost until she saw an article that stood out to her. She clicked it, becoming intrigued. A woman claimed to have seen Angels and demons. Surprisingly the article wasn’t calling her crazy, but it instead explained how the war for souls between Angels and demons had been raging in another realm, the celestial realm. People who had gifts were said to have eyes in the celestial realm, regular people called it the sixth sense.

Ally hugged both of us. "I'm not going to die" I mumbled and Ally smacked the back of my head. "If you continue doing this shit, one day, you'll bleed to death" Ally said and took a deep breath. "Stop doing this, Angel" she pleaded. "You're not the only one hurt, you're hurting us too" Rachel sobbed and I rolled my eyes. "You need help, Angel" she sighed. "I'm sorry" I groaned. "Now please stop crying" I begged when I saw the guys walking to us. She wiped her tears away and glared at me.