Angels Of Death Fanart Novels & Stories

“You didn’t think I would actually ascend so soon, did you? I don’t need your apology. My children whom I’ve lost, my children who died and my children who are eternally lost, I have no one to blame but myself. However, if any of the gods are directly involved, then it would be your karma.” She unfurled her wings and flew back to her palace. As she did, she passed several statues of creatures with one eye and several wings covering their eye. Others were a humanoid figure with a blindfold over their eyes and large wings that covered a part of the heavenly court. Those were the angels. They were in a perpetually inactive state until they were summoned or activated. If an Angel was present or

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.

Adom looked away from the squabbling creature's and back towards the battle. There was a cloud of magic that hung over the fighting masses and he smiled as it continued to swell with every death-Angels death, that is. Thousands of demons had been lost, but they were never truly alive to begin with. Their essences would be cast back into hell and they would be reborn once more with only the need to fight. But the hundreds of dead Angels . . . their souls had been been carefully collected. Lucifer would consume some of them but others would be repurposed into greater demons to serve him.

“We're under attack.” “Put Plan B into action and position your army accordingly. My brother doesn't know about our alliance, which can catch them off guard. Also, they are dead people under someone’s control,” I explained, because my brother doesn’t have the dark Selene skill, and I was sure of it. “What are you talking about?” “Night Angels mean death brought back to life in lycan scriptures, and we are fighting puppets with immense power of darkness.” “Shit, I'll alert my army about the enemies we’re up against,” Kayden replied. I disconnected the call and mind-linked my soldiers as well. Then, I ran toward the pack borders.

The color drained from Layon’s face as he suddenly remembered Angel’s mother and how she had taken her own life shortly after her husband was banished, leaving Angel alone in the Alpha pack. “Shit, Angel, I’m…”he began to apologize again only to break off when Angem’s head suddenly whipped up. It appeared she had reached the end of her tether. Her charcoal eyes had turned to amber, glowing angrily even as she curled back her lips to reveal that her fangs were now protruding from her gums. “Just go!” she snarled at him, her claws scraping the box she was holding once more. An instant later she shook her head as if shaking off her wolf and all returned to normal, though her voice was still men

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

Death didn't want to give Michael even that much, but the loss of the archangel Uriel had clearly created some tension amongst the angels. 'I can at least understand not wanting to see that happen to someone you care about.' Sometimes Death respected the angel's closeness, while other times he hated it. "I'll pick someone tomorrow, don't leave until then," Michael said before flying off. 'I'll call Lucifer tomorrow. Word of the angel murders will probably spread to the southern towns.' Death was highly upset with the fact he had to drag some angel around. If it's a lower-ranking angel then Death has to worry about something happening to them, and if it's an archangel he'll have to worry abou

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.

We drove the dagger and shard into the ground, light erupting, the cage shattering, the mirror collapsing, the void’s scream—my scream—mixing with hers, the shadow’s, as they vanished, not gone but pushed back, the chaos retreating, the cliffs stilling. We fell, Lucian catching me, Lyra beside us, the bond burning—us, alive, together. Killian and Mara staggered up, bloodied, wide-eyed. “Another one?” Killian gasped, his staff broken, his face pale. “How many damn Angels are there?” I clutched the dagger, the mark pulsing, Lyra’s shard glowing, the bond steadying me. “Four,” I said, my voice hoarse, the truth crushing me. “Lock, spark, flame, void. The Veil’s not just breaking—it’s us.”

She noticed that. "Is this where the death process is?" Asked Ardina anxiously, irritated and mixed with fear in her heart. "Have all the soul's been ripped out of their bodies?" Asked the Angel with wings bigger than the other Angels. His voice was booming. Very scary. Ardina keeps holding her mouth so she doesn't say a word. And it seems that angels are more powerful than other angels. "So they are really the angels? Angel of death and his assistant angels .. ??" she mutter trembled. Guess what she was witnessing.