Angels Of Death Novels & Stories

"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.

They are usually servants to higher-ranking demons, similar to an omega. God/goddess realm or ”Heavens” Gods/goddesses-Reference Greek mythology for any who are discussed Angels-any citizen in the Heavens that is not a God or Goddess. They are also immortal and wield white magic. Aside from white magic, their abilities include healing, communication through touch, aura reading (similar to mind reading but unable to hear specific thoughts), control over all the elements except fire, and telekinesis. High Guard-they directly protect the Gods and Goddesses, therefore, they are highly respected. There are 5: Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, Uriel, and Jeremiel.

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.

Turning he asked his mother, "Ma, how many did we lose and where are they?" "We lost four of our elders, they were not able to dodge the fireballs when we moved to the caves. We also lost one child, little Billy, the poor little boy tried to fight one of the demons and that thing snapped his neck. He is now with his parents in another realm and hopefully, their wolves come back someday." The entire pack howled their sorrow and hope for the pack members they lost. His mother then continued, "We lost seven angels. They are pack member as they fought to protect and defend us. They did not have to especially since they did not seem to care too much for us a first. They did give us a chance to sh

Although I couldn't see his eyes because of the mask, but right now, it really felt like his stares were piercing right into my core, leaving me breathless. "W-were w-we still talking about the sinners that were needed to be punished in the story, r-right?" Damn, I couldn't believe I just stuttered! Good thing he just chuckled and patted my head like a pet. Gone was the strong aura he was emitting a few seconds ago. "Of course, we're still talking about the story. So let them live. Let them live after taking away everything from them. Let them live forever in nothingness." He leaned closer, close enough to the point that our noses were literally touching each other. "Because, sorry to spoil

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.

She had to find someone who would listen to her among the madness surrounding her. Beautiful angels flew all around her, great hulking men with long flowing hair moving almost gracefully as they crashed together in a macabre dance of death. Blood flew through the air as if in slow motion, limbs detached to a symphony of agonised screams. She was screaming inside her head, low whimpers issuing from her throat as she tried to find a way through them. Beautiful angels; terrifying deadly beings who filled her soul with dread. Eyes shining with glee, smiles of pleasure on each face as they ripped each other apart. She saw a break, whimpered in relief as she darted into the space where 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.

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.

They looked pitiable, lying there in different positions, grabbing their necks as something choked their lives away, just the way Jason had envisioned it. Jason’s uncle watched from behind them, terrified. In all his years on earth, he had never seen anything like this. It was too sweeping to be a coincidence; everybody could not just start choking to death. He saw the angry look on Jason’s face before Jason’s eyes rested on him and quickly retreated into the safety of his house. That was the last day the man went near Jason or his siblings. It was also the day Jason started seeing the ascian. No matter when he came out, no light could cast his shadow.