Angels And Death Novels & Stories

Dorin should be ashamed of his tiny ones but instead, he displays them proudly like the perverse little man he is. His small faction has given angels a terrible reputation. We are fearsome warriors and brutal killers, yes, but we do not rape and pillage and burn—we do not hurt innocent creatures merely for entertainment or the sickening thrill of it. Angels like him were killed when I was a child. Angels with small wings were marked by a nasty scar on their faces and cast out to die. If they managed to survive then they were allowed to return on rare occasions but ever since one managed to become High Lord, our culture and way of life have gone to complete shit.

And since killing any living creature was forbidden to Angels, the punishment would be their life. Although they were vampires and they only execute them to save humans, they had nothing to do, whether they like it or not, it’s like a curse in their blood. If an angel kills a living creature, they will soon go weaker and weaker each day, until they lose their breath, and no cure could save an angel from their death, NO CURE at all.

"You don't know what you are saying. You can't die! You swore!" I sighed. I looked at Cassy seriously and shook my head. I wanted to fight, too. I wanted to be with her and spent the rest of my life with her, but I can’t wage a war I’ve already lost from the beginning. Even if our whole clan came together we would not be able to defeat the angels. They are the highest creatures God has ever brought to this world. What are we? We’re just flies hanging around their playground. And, I cannot afford to shed blood, with my sisters on the loose.

After brother Luci ignited a rebel and was banished from heaven, the greater one only, enjoy the full affection of the supreme one. Another area was for we the angels to sit, it was made up of golden chairs and another part was where the glorious singers are, this aspect consist of beautiful ladies with feathers too who use their voice in glorifying the supreme one,they always classify themselves as angel but i don’t count them as one of us, this faction was formed when brother Luci was banished. And the last segment, well I don’t know what it’s for, because nobody stays there, only the supreme one knows what he plans to do with it.

But they did not do such a hassle thing when two mere zombies died as collateral from an angels’ squabble. Really, such a system is rotten to the core. But I am not afraid to be judged. I reviewed the guidebook a hundred times over and the death of Angelo is something that could not be helped after crossing the Forsaken Lands intentionally. What a dumb thing to do, to rely so much upon their holy fire. “Murderer.” “Killer.” “Psychopath.”

“No- I was just going to slice off your tongue because you're a nuisance. But now that you suggest it.... dissecting you would be much more interesting. I just love dead girls.” “I'm going to hurl if you keep this up, and if I do, I won't be such a clean corpse.” “I'm the Angel of Death, my dear. I'm the patron of carnage and all things rotting. A bit of vomit is nothing compared to spewing blood and steaming entrails.” “You- an angel? Yeah right. Unless you're a fallen one.” “You don't believe me?” “No! Angels don't exist, and if they did, they wouldn't abduct innocent girls and murder them with scythes they've got the hots for.”

she said with a gentle smile. "What am I?" "You are an angel, capable of good and evil. Angel's like you are born every hundred years. Your purpose on earth is to bring peace to all. From what I have seen, you seem to be a very pure being, but at the same time there is a darkness swallowing you whole. You must never succumb to your dark side or else you could be the end of all living things" she explained. "An angel?" I asked bewildered. "Yes. That's the reason why your wolf is white, it represents your angel side. You are the only white wolf in the entire world"

I focused on myself, fighting my demons thanks to therapy, discovering the potential of my powers, and, above all, learning more about my species. It turned out that angels are not rare at all. They appear very often, but their lifespan is usually very short. They are susceptible to all kinds of deadly diseases, killing them in the blink of an eye, or after being rejected by their mates, their broken heart takes away their will to live. I learned everything when, during our honeymoon five years ago, we came across old books in Maddox's residence on a paradise island. Then I decided to visit him and learn all the secrets of my existence, but I could not talk to him.

I ask, knowing the answer is no. “I’m sorry Rosa. When Odessa intervened, she changed your fate.” I scoff as I look away. Cece whines in my head, but the angel is oddly quiet. “The line of Rosalie needed wiping from the earth. The Angel of Death is an omen. Especially to the gods. She represents the end. Zeus couldn’t have that.” I slowly shake my head, balling my fists to my sides. “He won’t stop will he?” I ask and he moves closer to me. He crouches in front of me and tilts my head back.

Ana nods, “Yes, I want to know why. I'm betting Misha will want answers too. She thinks her parents died, but they didn't, did they?” “Some immortals die like vampires, witches, and werewolves but angels and demons don't.” “What about a halfling like me?” she asks. “You could, but it would take special circumstances.” “And Misha?” I smile at the mention of her name, “She can't.” I look forward to an eternity with her. Ana sighs, “Sucks, but I get it. What makes angels' powers not work here?” “It's called the shroud or veil. It restricts powers at all levels.”